Wide awake

Chapter Thirty Three. Berry Tasty Nibbles

E.P.O.V

It was like we were in our own bubble when we were together. And I know that shit sounds so fucking cliché, but it was true nonetheless. The bubble made my girl feel safe, and it made me feel soothed. Giving us each a purpose and making us both feel loved as walked the halls of the school. It wasn’t necessarily impenetrable, but for those small moments where it remained intact we were perfectly happy.

Rose and Emmett came to our table that first Monday back. Brandon and Rose kept fucking chattering away about the most useless bullshit while Emmett made the occasional crude remark and Jazz snickered along side them.

But me and my girl were in a world all our own, not really giving a shit what was going on around us. She moved her chair closer to me that day. So close that she was nearly in my lap. I fucking loved it; putting my arm around her shoulder and letting her lean on me while I breathed in all the flowers and cookies in her hair. She still rubbed my knee and I still caressed her neck while we ate our cookies in complete silence. We didn’t have to look at each other or fucking prattle in each other’s ears. We were saying everything that needed to be said with simple touches.

It was little moments like those, where everything else existed, yet it didn’t. I’m sure we were both vaguely aware of the way everyone else at the table began stealing curious glances at us and our casual intimacy. But that kind of shit didn’t penetrate the bubble.

In the halls, my girl was still nervous and anxious. But I could dispel it with a stroke of my thumb on her arm or hand as I walked with my arm draped across her shoulder. She eventually slid her arm around my waist, returning the embrace and relaxing into me as we made it from class to class.

The halls were where the bubble was most thin. People were always walking too fucking close, or saying something offensive about one of us, and making me wish I could just let go for one second and give them all what they deserved. But Bella always soothed that rage inside of me, squeezing me, or telling me she loved me. It was weird how we worked like that. Weird and utterly fucking perfect.

We did every Bio assignment together. We didn’t really care if it was meant to be individual work; we still moved close to each other and went over everything as a pair. I would make her laugh quietly when I made a spontaneous derogatory remark on some of the very unflattering photos of the reproductive frog organs. She would make me snicker when she furrowed her brows and tilted her head at the book, trying to find out where the organ was. Then blushing afterwards.

She never fucking told me about gym or what happened after I dropped her off at the doors. But she always came out smiling when she saw me waiting for her. I offered to drive her home a few times, but she seemed to like having the free time with Brandon, so I’d always walk her to the car and open the door for her.

I’d spend the evenings with Carlisle in his study. Usually we’d just play a game of chess or debate certain medical topics that had recently become of interest to me. He loved that shit. Whenever I would touch on a topic in the medical field, his eyes would light up and we’d spend fucking hours talking about it. I kept the subjects of the conversations completely neutral. He was curious about my girl, but he would restrain himself from asking me any questions directly related to her condition. That’s how Daddy C. worked. He couldn’t fucking help himself when he saw someone he thought he could help. By then end of the night, he would chuckle at me and shake his head. He usually beat me at chess.

And the nights. Well the nights were always the fucking best with my girl. And not just because we were making out, or using the dirtiest method of desensitization never documented. But because we didn’t need the bubble when we were alone in my room. We just fucking… were. Normal and comfortable.