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I have written other fanfictions, but never in this category. Anyway, I really hope you like it! Any reviews are greatly appreciated! Fireworks By: Alexandra Lucier Chapter 1: After Graduation “So, Bella,” I knew Charlie was struggling to make casual conversation as dinner drew to a close, “what are you planning on doing after dinner?” He knew perfectly well what I was planning on doing, but he still tried his best to ignore the inevitable truth. I chose not to let it bother me tonight. “Edward’s coming over, Dad.” I reminded him for what must have been the thousandth time. It was a tradition now, it seemed. The same thing happened after dinner every Friday night. And I always got the same reaction from Charlie. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he didn’t like my boyfriend. On some level, I suppose I didn’t blame him. After all, in Charlie’s eyes ‘that Cullen boy’ had hurt his little girl pretty badly. Almost to the point of death. I acknowledged this, but I had long-since forgiven him. After everything that had happened, how could I not? He deserved much more than my forgiveness after all, but at the moment that was all I could give him…or rather, all he would let me give him. Charlie raised both eyebrows meaningfully. This always drove me crazy. “What time?” He asked, criticism and disapproval reigning supreme in his tone. I did my best to match his authority with my own tone. “Any minute now.” I retorted strongly, glancing up at the clock as I said so. My heart leapt at the thought. I was certain he wasn’t far away as it was…he was never far away. I couldn’t help but smile at this notion. I knew it was true. Dear Edward was never far from my side, even if he appeared to be for a little while. It wasn’t in his nature to leave me unprotected. Unsupervised. I was sure that if I were to hang my head out the kitchen window right this second and call his name, he would be there, waiting to be invited in. But before I could say another word to Charlie on the matter, there was a brisk knock at the front door to our small, two-bedroom house. A familiar knock. I knew that knock. And smiled. I practically leapt from the table and made my way to the door, stumbling only slightly as I did so. Charlie stood as well, but didn’t come to the door as a polite father-of-the-girlfriend should. Instead he commenced the nightly ritual of clearing the table while I answered the door alone. I knew he wanted nothing to do with Edward. That was okay…because I did. Grasping the doorknob, I flung open the door to reveal that perfect figure that belonged to none other than Edward Cullen standing in the doorframe, one hand leaning against it coolly. He was in his leather jacket; my favorite to see him in, and he grinned broadly when he saw me. All at once I was lost in his eyes yet again. “H-h-hi.” I stammered through strained breaths as he smiled my favorite crooked smile. “Hello.” He responded casually and stepped through the doorframe and into the front room. Taking a step toward him, I angled my face upward to kiss his lips, but he stopped me, lifting his head out of reach and using it instead to glance around anxiously. “Where’s Charlie?” He asked, his velvety voice self-conscious. I smiled, understanding now. “He’s cleaning up dinner.” Edward chuckled softly and bent his head down towards mine again. “Oh,” he breathed airily, his cool breath sending a cascade of chills down my spine as it grazed my skin, “well, in that case…” He let his voice trail off as his lips touched mine finally, softly brushing against them for the briefest moment before he pulled away. I wanted to hang on, but I knew if we took too long Charlie would come looking for us. Taking Edward by the hand, I led him into the kitchen (Charlie would never allow us out of his sight) and sat him down at the kitchen table, which he quickly vacated again for me. I sighed and rolled my eyes in defeat, but did not sit down. I had something I needed to ask Charlie anyway. My father hadn’t even acknowledged Edward’s arrival; not so much as one word so I knew there was little chance of my suggestion being taken seriously. “Um, Dad?” I started uncertainly and Charlie merely grunted in reply. “I was just wondering, today’s the fourth of July and, well, they’re having fireworks out on Baker’s Hill tonight. I always loved the fireworks. Ever since I was little…” I was beginning to run out of words to stall with. I would have to get to the point sometime. I just wasn’t sure if now was the time to be asking a favor of Charlie. “And I was just thinking, it might be fun for us to go. You know, me and you. Father and daughter again.” Charlie turned from the dishes now and looked at me, a suspicious glint in his dark eyes. Raising one eyebrow, he sincerely seemed to consider the idea for a moment before answering, shaking his head no as he did so. “I don’t know, Bells.” He replied cynically as he turned away from me and back to the dishes. (Just the fact that he was doing the dishes was a testimony to how mad he truly was). “July’s a busy time for us down at the station and I’m on duty tonight.” He then glanced over his shoulder at me, feigning a disappointed expression. “Sorry, honey.” But before I could answer, Edward stood, a hopeful look on his perfect features. “I’ll take her, Charlie.” He offered kindly. My heart leapt at the prospect. Edward and I alone together under those colorful, blasting lights. It could be very romantic…although I had been hoping to go with Charlie so that I could make amends with my father while he was in a good mood. And what better way to put him in a good mood than to offer to spend some quality time with him? But now, it seemed, that possibility was out, and so I grinned up at Edward before he draped one arm across my tiny shoulders and both of us looked at Charlie hopefully. But Charlie turned from the dishes now, a frustrated expression on his normally mellow face. He pointed one, rude finger in Edward’s direction. “It’s Chief Swan to you.” He corrected, his tone losing all traces of politeness. “Dad!” I scolded, but before I could continue, Charlie had turned his pointed finger on me. “And you,” he started again, more stern than I had ever heard him before, “you aren’t going anywhere with him. You know the rules. No exceptions.” Shoot. I had really been looking forward to seeing the fireworks for the first time since I was quite little. And having Edward there would have been a delectable bonus. But that wasn’t going to happen now. Edward removed his hand from my shoulder and held up both hands in a non-threatening surrender. “I apologize, Chief Swan.” He told him, genuinely polite. “It was not my place. I shouldn’t have said anything.” This made my heart double its time with rage. Why was Edward always so polite in the face of those who weren’t? Didn’t he know that he didn’t only have to be a gentleman to my father? Why wouldn’t he stick up for himself? Of course, I knew the answer to all of these questions. It was simply in his nature. Still, sometimes it was difficult to understand. Then Edward went a step further. “Well, I’ll leave you two in peace.” He diplomatically dismissed himself and headed for the door, clearly seeing that he was no longer welcome here. I followed him, desperate that he stay. “Edward, you don’t have to go.” I told him as firmly as I could manage as we reached the door and he stepped out onto the porch, but then he leaned down and whispered in my ear those four words that always made me fall in love with him all over again. “I’m never far away.” That said, he turned and disappeared into the rain, before I had a chance to say goodbye. But that didn’t matter. I was still smiling anyway. And only I knew why. Charlie and I spent the evening in silence. I excused myself to go upstairs to my room the moment I thought all suspicion would be gone from my father’s head. I told him I was going up to finish some homework. Fortunately for me, Charlie was watching one of his precious games on T.V. and didn’t seem to process the fact that I had already graduated and summer had started. I didn’t have homework. Still, when he didn’t comment on the lie and merely nodded absentmindedly, I thanked God and took the stairs two at a time up to my room, careful not to trip. I was disappointed when I didn’t find Edward there, but then I knew why. I heard the stairs creek outside my bedroom door and was certain Charlie was listening in, if not spying somehow. Edward was not about to get me in trouble. And so I spent the rest of my before-bed time reading my favorite book, writing an e-mail to my crazy mother and finally, showering and putting on my tank-top and silky pajama pants. When I returned to my room, I could hear the television blaring downstairs and new hat Charlie would not be coming back up tonight to check on me. Grinning, I clambered into bed and switched off the light. That’s when I heard them. That magnificent sound…I sighed somewhat longingly. I wanted to go so badly. I could hear the fireworks blasting in the distance. They must have just started, I assured myself as I tried to block the sound out so I wouldn’t be disappointed at not going, but before I could so much as close my eyes, two cold lips pressed themselves to my hair and one cold, hard arm wrapped itself around me. Smiling comfortingly, I snuggled up so my back was against his chest. I should’ve known he’d be here before long. He kissed my neck, my jaw-line and then finally, the hollow beneath my ear. Then I heard his smooth, velvety voice as it whispered in my ear, “Wanna go to the fireworks?” ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### Chapter: 2 Chapter 2: Sneaking Out Grasping Edward’s hand tightly, I couldn’t help but snicker as we snuck around the front of the house, ducking under the living room window where we were certain Charlie was still watching his game, if he hadn’t already fallen asleep in his chair. (He had taken to sleeping downstairs in case I tried anything funny. Clearly, that did little for my antics). I tripped over a root just below the window as we ran, bent over so close to the ground already that I didn’t have far to fall. But Edward’s chilled arms hit me like strong, safe stones as he caught me. I laughed and he quickly covered my mouth with the hand that was not holding mine, although he was grinning broadly too. This was turning out to be fun already. Once clear of the window, I ran blindly to my truck, but my fingers had just barely closed around the cold metal of the door handle when Edward jerked me back, pulling me away from my beloved vehicle. “No way!” He whispered harshly as we ran in the opposite direction. “That’s sure to get Charlie’s attention.” I remembered my 1950’s truck’s thunderous engine and quickly agreed. I hadn’t thought of that. I was certainly glad to have Edward here. Then again, wasn’t I always? We reached Baker’s Hill with plenty of time to enjoy the remaining explosions of color. After all, I was sure that Edward could run faster than my truck could ever drive…maybe. But we’d certainly made it there in good time. Edward found a vacant spot on the hillside and stopped. “Bella…Bella, you can let go now.” He reminded me with an amused chuckle. I didn’t move. The chilled night air had frozen me to his back along with the pure adrenaline I felt whenever he ran with me. I tried to let go, but my fingers refused to pry loose it seemed. He tried lowering me gently to the ground, bending down so I could relax into the grass. I managed to release my hands, but my legs didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Clearly under the impression that he was free, Edward tried to stand up again, but with my legs still wrapped around his waist, he was surprised when gravity spun him around and he lost his balance on the slope of the hill. This took me by surprise. I had never seen Edward fall before. But sometime told me he may very well be feigning just so he had an excuse to laugh with me again. And we did. He landed directly on top of me as I had landed on my back in the grass. He fell forward onto me, our bodies crashing together with a euphoric and laughable thud. He roared with laughter as did I as we lay there, trying to get our bearings on the hillside. “Oh, Bella,” he chuckled between fits of humor, “I think your own clumsiness may be spreading to me.” But I knew better. Edward Cullen was not clumsy in the least. In fact he had more grace than ten of the most graceful people I had ever met put together. He couldn’t have fallen unintentionally. I spoke my thoughts. “Well,” I laughed airily as I wrapped both arms around his back, pressing him closer to me, “I think you may have just wanted another chance to kiss me.” I told him strongly, affirmatively. He chuckled again. “Is that so?” He asked, his voice quieting, but he was already leaning down, his face falling onto mine, his lips caressing mine. After a moment he broke from me, but I wasn’t about to let him go so quickly this time. Without a word, I put one hand on the back of his neck, my fingertips feeling the silky texture of his hair and pulled him down to me again. This kiss was stronger, more passionate. His hands encircled my back, somehow knitting themselves between me and the earth beneath me. I smiled through the kiss as I felt his lips moving against mine, so tender, yet so passionate. I could tell he was being careful not to rest his full weight on my small frame, but even if he did I don’t think I would have minded. I liked the feeling of his weight on top of me, pressing me to him, against him. I never wanted to break apart. I felt dizzy. My head began to swim… Just then, however, there was a bone-shattering blast of green and yellow overhead and Edward quickly shifted so he was next to me, only half on me. Our lips broke apart. There was another blast; blue this time. I grinned as I watched. We couldn’t have picked a better spot. The fireworks were directly overhead. I hadn’t even noticed that my breathing was labored. I was panting from the ordeal. I was glad that Edward seemed to be able to handle these little bursts of affection much more easily than he used to. He could kiss me for several minutes without ever needing to recollect himself. To swallow the urge that grew bigger inside of him the closer we were. The smell of my blood… This reminded me of something in particular. As I watched the fireworks, I knew he was watching my face. The reflection of the light off of my pale skin. His eyes were terribly distracting. Finally, I looked at him instead of the fireworks. “Edward,” I said in a questioning voice, careful to choose my words very, very selectively, “are you going to let Carlisle change me if you won’t?” The words spilled out of me before I could stop them and before I had a chance to rephrase the matter, Edward looked hurt and even a little annoyed. “Bella,” he sighed in an obviously aggravated tone, “why tonight? Why do you always have to bring that up?” Now I was the one who looked hurt. His emphasis on the word ‘that’ only confirmed my suspicions. He was putting it off. He was testing to see how long I would wait if I wanted him to change me instead of his father. He was playing the field, so to speak. And I wasn’t having any of it. “You knew it would have to come up sooner or later after graduation.” I reminded him softly, careful not to press any undesirable buttons. “And it is going to happen, Edward. Whether you like it or not. And you will like it once it is done.” “Bella,” his sigh was bigger this time, more irritated, but I didn’t give him the chance to finish. “You can’t put it off forever.” I assured him, my voice softening. “At least tell me what you’re thinking so I can give Carlisle an answer sometime soon.” His answer was swift. “I’m thinking that I don’t want to put you through that pain. I’m thinking I can’t break the treaty or it could start a war. Someone could be hurt, Bella…” He let his voice trail off as it quieted. I looked up at him seriously. “Who says they have to find out?” I retorted smartly, sure that Edward wouldn’t need to ask who I was talking about. Yes, who said Jake and the others have any right to know that I was going to become a vampire? Who said they would be told…? “Bella, they could have sources beyond our wildest dreams.” Edward promised me. “They’re going to find out sooner or later.” “Well, I think this whole war business is just stupid.” Edward raised his eyebrows at me. “Yes, stupid.” I repeated. “Why do vampires and werewolves have to be mortal enemies? Why can’t they just get along?” Now Edward laughed. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” He said now, a smile playing on his beautiful lips, but I merely looked up at him smartly. “Don’t I?” I asked, shocked that he’d say such a thing, but he only shook his head. “No.” He repeated. “You don’t.” I adopted a sly smile on my features. “Well, maybe I know more than you think!” Grabbing a fistful of grass from the hillside, I stuffed it down the back of his shirt before he had a chance to react. “Bella!” He shouted in obvious surprise, but I had gotten to my feet and was now running in the opposite direction. I knew I could never outrun him, but I thought I might be able to make this interesting… Shaking the freshly-picked grass from his shirt, Edward stood now as well and chased after me. He caught me in seconds and I screamed in mock-surprise, laughing as he wrestled me to the ground. I struggled against him, still giggling hysterically, but the giggling stopped abruptly as he forced my forearms to the ground on either side of my head, pinning me down with the rest of his body. His eyes grew serious and mine did as well now simply as a reaction. “I love you.” He whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I opened my mouth to tell him I did too, but his lips covered it before I could make a sound. ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### ##### Chapter: 3 Author’s Note: I know this one’s pretty short, but it’s kinda leading up to some good stuff. I really hope everyone likes it! And thank you so much for the reviews so soon! Keep ‘em coming! Chapter 3: While the Cat’s Away… “Good morning.” For a moment I thought it was the gentle morning rays of sun that were kissing me awake. Then I remembered that I lived in Forks, and I realized it was Edward’s lips. They were on my temple, and then my eyelid, then the side of my nose and finally the corner of my mouth. Moaning pleasurably, I stretched. I vaguely recalled the night before. I knew we’d gone to the fireworks and had a wonderful time. Then Edward had taken me home. That must have been when I’d fallen asleep: the moment my head hit the pillow. Recoiling from the stretch, I shifted my weight on the mattress so my ear rested over his still, cold heart. I didn’t want to open my eyes. Even as I felt his hand on the back of my shoulder, holding me against his chest, I wouldn’t open my eyes. I breathed in his sweet, icy scent. It reminded me of that really intense chewing gum that tastes so strongly of mint and ice, that it burns your tongue. “I love you.” I murmured so quietly I couldn’t be sure if he heard. But then his lips were on my hair and I knew. And then he was getting up. ...
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