Bits and Pieces

2am Walmart Trips and Notecards

Synopsis:

Ship: Bella/Edythe

Notes: Hello everyone! This one is WAY longer than the previous. I'd like to thank tumblr for the idea, as well as for platonic friends Bella and Edward and their two am Walmart trips (credit to @ultward on Tumblr for that). Enjoy! 

It was two in the morning, and Bella was wide awake. She hadn't fallen asleep. Bella was sitting on her bed, her sheets tangled in her legs, and was staring out the window. Her thoughts swirled around one thing. Or, rather, one person.

Edythe Cullen.

Bella closed her eyes and imagined her warm, dark skin. In her mind, she could see her twinkling eyes and hear her laugh. She remembered the smell of Edythe's perfume - it was light and soft; it smelled like everything sweet in the world.

And when she thought about Edythe's lips, she instinctively licked her own. One kiss, just one...

Bella met Edythe seven months, three weeks, six days, and a handful of hours ago. It took her approximately two weeks to develop a crush on her, and there was no span of time for her to say for when she'd get over it.

She didn't think she would. Edythe was all Bella dreamed about, thought about, and - when she was with her best friend Edward - talked about. Despite being incredibly shy and leaning heavily to the anxious side, Bella became quite the chatterbox when it came to her favorite person.

Except around said favorite person. Whenever Edythe showed up, Bella's lips clamped shut and her face flamed red. A simple 'Hi, Bella!' in the hallway left her stammering and confused.

That was where the notecards came in. Edward, using his own brand of genius, came up with the idea. Since Bella already spent hours each day thinking up conversations between her and Edythe that probably would never happen, Edward suggested she'd write them down.

If Edythe greeted her in the hallway? Bella had seven different ways to reply on a notecard. It was stashed in her pocket at all times, for emergencies. She also had another copy of the same notecard in the pocket of her favorite jeans, in case the first got lost or smeared.

There were others, too. If Edythe wanted to talk about class? Bella had notecards with little things about each one in their respective notebooks. For example, Bella knew Edythe liked Biology, and so in her green Biology notebook, she had numbers written on the matching green notecard so she could flip to her "very sophisticated" notes to show, and hopefully impress, Edythe.

Edward had also helped with the notecards, writing cheesy pick up lines and other witty remarks on the pink ones Bella gave him. He'd also tried to give her a lesson in flirting, but Bella was too distracted by Edythe sitting across the cafeteria to pay much attention.

Bella watched the rain fall outside her window and wondered where Edward was at the moment. He was supposed to be picking her up so she could buy more notecards. Two a.m. shopping trips had become normal for them.

Her curiosity refusing to be tamed, Bella sighed and reached over to her nightstand to unplug her phone. Squinting, because even at the lowest setting her screen was still too bright, she unlocked her phone.

Where are you? She sent. It took a minute or so to go through. When your mother is a teacher and your father is a police chief, it meant that you sometimes didn't have the best cell service.

His reply came a few moments later. At a red light. Five minutes out.

Bella nodded her head and switched her phone off. Then, she crawled to the edge of her bed and grabbed her sweatpants. She leaned back and wiggled into them, then got up and slipped on her shoes.