Wide awake

Chapter Eleven Scooby Snacks

B.P.O.V

I spent my Saturday cleaning, doing schoolwork, and two hours of grocery shopping. I was in desperate need of an ingredient restock. My mood over the whole Jessica situation was somewhat lessened. I still fantasized about strangling her, maybe finding a nice secluded pond to dump the body, but that was a feeling that would never go away. Alice was spending the weekend at Rose’s house, probably spying on Jasper for all I knew, so I was left home alone, and utterly bored for the day.

So when ten arrived, I happily skipped out the door and made my way over to Edward’s house. I had made him his favorite dinner. Chicken Alfredo. A silent thank you for the night before, and a little something to butter him up for what was coming tonight. I also made him his favorite peanut butter cookie, Peanut Butter Panacea, just for safe measure tomorrow.

When I arrived, he was waiting, looking really very hungry.

“Hungry are we?” I smirked while unloading my bag. He was eyeing it like Emmet sometimes eyes rosalie 

“Fucking starving.” He breathed while taking the container off the bed. I smiled and made my way to the sofa, plopping down quite comfortably.

“Holy fuck.” Edward groaned from the bed. “My favorite.” He took a deep lungful of the steaming container in reverently and smiled dreamily. I chuckled at him. He was so cute when he was hungry like this.

He began eating hastily like always, spinning the noodles around the fork and savoring the taste with ‘Mmm’s’.

My bag was a little heavier tonight. I was about to do something very awkward and possibly make Edward ridiculously uncomfortable. I watched him closely, not even bothering with the iPod, because I was nervous as to what his reaction would be. I took a steadying breath, and tried to keep the inevitable color from flooding my cheeks.

“Edward?” I called quietly, watching him gulp down the noodles.

All I got was a distracted “Hmmm?”. It was actually one half “Hmm” and one half “Mmm”. That was okay though, because I was pretty confident the next sentence out of my mouth would get me his undivided attention.

“I brought pajamas.” I blurted quickly. His fork stopped mid twirl, and he snapped his head up to meet my gaze. And then… because I was Bella, I blushed furiously.

“Oh.” He said, keeping his mouth in the ‘o’ part for a beat longer than necessary. He cleared his throat, and slowly resumed his twirling. “Okay.”

For some reason I felt the need to explain. “I mean, it’s just uncomfortable sleeping in jeans, you know?” I asked, my face still burning.

He bobbed his head. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” He shrugged one shoulder and popped the fork into his mouth.

“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to… wear something more comfortable.” I said nervously, my face getting impossibly hotter. He took a very large gulp of the alfredo, and blindly reached back to his night stand to get his drink.

After a few thoughtful gulps, he lowered the can of soda. “Umm…” He began raking his fingers through his hair nervously. “Yeah. Okay.” He answered lamely, putting the soda back down and resuming the twirling of the pasta once again.

I relaxed infinitesimally. Edward ate the rest of the alfredo with a slightly furrowed brow, like he was struggling to remember something. The moans and hums lessened, but didn’t go away entirely. I must not have made him that uncomfortable.

“Thanks for the Alfredo. It was fucking delicious.” He smiled while putting his containers away beside the bed. I smiled back; because I loved it that he always told me how delicious my food was. And somehow I don’t think it would have been the same without the expletives.