Shameless Fluff: Edward and Bella
Little Edward and Bella - Shameless Fluff: Nobody's Perfect
A/N: Hey! Am back. xD
Uh, this is a new one. I got bored this afternoon, put all my Disney songs in one play list and played it on shuffle. This came up first and the idea popped up in my head the second time Miley sings the part I quoted down there. Grammar is still not perfect, but I hope you'll give it a go. I'll probably add more when I get around to typing them. My head is positively swarming with ideas and I am soooo trying to write down all my ideas... I already assigned a notebook for it, but unfortunately, I keep scribbling on it! xD
Well, you're probably bored now, so here you go! xD
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I don't own Twilight. And I do not want to own Disney or Hannah Montana. I'm too lazy to run it.
Everybody makes mistakes
Everybody has those days
Everybody knows what I'm talking about
Everybody gets that way
-'Nobody's Perfect', Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana
"Ha! Tag, Edward, you're it!"
Esme Cullen smiled to herself as she listened to her son and his friend (her future daughter-in-law, she thought, with a smile) play tag upstairs. They had originally planned to play Hide and Seek, but Edward got bored since he kept spotting Bella's hiding spots too quickly, whereas it would take her twenty minutes to find him. They had opted for tag as long as, according to Esme, they would stay away from the stairs and the balcony. She didn't want any injuries.
As she carefully placed the last angel figurine on the table, she heard the tinkling laughter stop abruptly and she heard a faint, "oops". She frowned to herself as she approached the bottom of the stairs, wanting to hear more.
"Sorry, Edward," Esme heard Bella say. Her voice was weak, and Esme new that meant something was wrong.
"M'sorry, Edward," Bella repeated, louder this time, but Esme heard her voice crack and waver at the end.
Something's wrong.
Slowly and quietly, Esme sneaked up the stairs. She was waiting for her son to reply. She sat down the steps as she silently watched the two children. She took in the scene in front of her.
Bella was looking at Edward, her fist in her mouth, tears silently trailing down her face. Her Winnie the Pooh shirt now had a wet spot on the front. In her head, Esme panicked.
Was she hurt? Did something happen to her?
She scanned Bella's body again and sighed in relief when she saw that she had no visible injuries. Then, she looked at her son and noted that he was standing rigidly and his jaw was clenched. He was looking down on the floor, his hair covering his eyes.
Esme craned her neck and gasped as she saw Edward's favorite toy broken on the floor. Edward has had that Volvo replica since he was three, after Carlisle took him to a car show in Seattle. She knew that the toy had a sentimental value to her son.
And it seems that Bella had broken it.
Esme knew what was going to happen, and she waited for it. He was going to explode. He never let anyone but him and Carlisle touch that toy, and it was always on the topmost shelf in his room. He would look at it happily every night, and even clean it when he had a chance to. She stood up, wanting to take Bella away before he does something destructive.
"M'sor—" Bella started, thinking he didn't hear her.
"I hate you, Bella," Edward said silently, interrupting Bella halfway through her apology. Esme frowned; she opened her mouth to speak, but Edward repeated his statement again, much louder this time. "I hate you, Bella!"
"Edward!" Esme yelled, as she watched Bella howl, her eyes red rimmed, her chubby cheeks flushed. She rushed to her and wrapped the poor girl in her arms, her heart slowly breaking as she listened to the muffled crying.
"It's true!" Edward rebuked, and Esme stretched her other arm out for him. Bella continued to cry and grip her shirt hard, and Esme noticed that traitor tears had began to well up Edward's eyes as well. He was clearly upset, devastated. He never cried, unless someone died or something like this happened. She felt her heart break even more as her son hugged her other side, sobbing as quietly as he can. "She broke my toy!" he yelled into her shirt. "Daddy gave me that toy!"
"M'sorry!" Bella moaned from her other side, and she hiccupped. "M'didn't mean to."
When Edward pulled away to glare at her, Esme frowned at him. She would have to talk to him later. Upset or not, he shouldn't have said those words to Bella. She patted the said girl's back as she carried her downstairs, and slowly, her cries turned to soft sobs. "Bella, baby," Esme, muttered to her. "It's okay, He'll forgive you; he's just upset," she said, and she placed a gentle kiss on Bella's forehead as she watched her. "It's okay."
"I'm a bad friend," Bella moaned again as Esme put her down the counter. She sat there and swung her legs. "Edward hates me now."
"No sweetie, he's just upset," she comforted.
Bella slowly stopped crying and drank the contents of the glass. She gave a hiccup but she drank it all, to the very last drop as Esme brushed the hair away from her eyes and wiped her face with a warm washcloth. She blew her nose and Esme continued to shush her.
"I wanna go home," Bella said, looking up at Esme, her eyes still red rimmed. She wiped snot from her nose and Esme helped her wash her hand, giving her tissues to wipe her face with.
In her head, Esme sighed. Perhaps that would be best for now.
Bella was sad and lonely. She played with her dolls in her room, but going on adventures and treasure hunts with Edward was more fun.
But Edward hates her.
It's her fault, she knew. She broke his favorite Volvo. He showed it to her before, and every time he talked about it he would go all happy.
And now he's sad; all because of her.
She sniffled again, wanting to cry. She's gonna lose her best friend now. She would have no one to share her cookies with and to sit with at lunch time.
If only she can turn back time… like in TV, where they went back in time to fix everything…
Fix!
Her head snapped up and she ran carefully to the phone downstairs. Charlie, her daddy, was sitting on the couch watching ESPN, when she got downstairs. She carried her "phone stool" to the counter, as Charlie watched her carefully, seeing if she would fall. She dialed the Cullen's number and crossed her fingers, wishing Edward wouldn't answer. If he did, then it wouldn't be a surprise.
Carlisle's calm voice answered and Bella let out a sigh of relief and giggled. Carlisle, on the other line, just chuckled. He knew what happened. He had heard from Esme and Edward themselves, and he had promised to buy Edward another one somehow. It wasn't Bella's fault that she was clumsy, or that Edward had challenged her to walk through walls like the ghosts they watched.
It was all an accident. Several of them happen when you have five year olds running around the house.
He heard her giggling on the other line and smiled to himself. After Esme had reprimanded her son, Edward felt guilty for all that he had told her. But, stubborn as he was, he refused to apologize and deflate his pride.
He was definitely a Cullen.
"Hello, Doctor Carlisle?" Bella shyly asked. "Do you think I can talk to Esme? Please?"
He chuckled again at her tone as he watched his wife enter the room. Edward was probably in his room having a nap, he thought, as he smiled at his wife, who now tilted her head, silently asking who it was. He mouthed 'Bella' and Esme nodded, smiling to herself. "Yes, Bella, you may."
"Thank you!" She said, cheerfully. Carlisle grinned at Esme and passed the phone to her, as he sat back on the couch to listen to the one sided conversation.
"Hello, Bella?" Esme asked. She smiled. Poor girl was probably lonely now. Edward was.
"Hi, Esme!" Bella greeted. "Do you… Do you still have the Volvo?" she asked shyly, and Esme imagined her blushing and looking down the floor on the other line, burning a hole through their cool wooden floors.
"But it's broken sweetie," she said, and she turned to Carlisle whose brows were furrowed. 'She's asking for the car,' she mouthed, and he just nodded and smiled. "Why would you want it?"
"I… I wanna fix it."
Inside, Esme gushed and squealed. How sweet! And to think they were just kids! She smiled to herself, and said, "Yes, Bella, it's still here."
"Yay!" she heard the girl reply from the other line. "Do you think I can take it while you stall Edward?"
Stall Edward? Esme laughed. The things they thought. No wonder Edward challenged her to walk through the wall. "Of course," she said.
"When can I… you know—" Bella stage whispered, as if someone was eavesdropping, "—get it?"
"Later," Esme whispered back, amused. Children; they're very innocent and gullible; happy with the simplicity of life. "I'll get Carlisle to take Edward out."
"Thank you," Bella whispered again and said, in a normal voice, "Bye!"
Esme greeted her goodbye as well and hung up. She turned to her husband who was looking expectantly at her and she grinned. "You may have to take Edward out to an impromptu trip to the park."
Bella wore her "spy outfit" Edward had picked for her. It consisted of sunglasses, a black shirt with a smiley face in front, the large camouflage shorts Edward gave her, a bright pink belt she owned and her rubber shoes. She had her bag with equipment and she darted as stealthily as she can, through the path. No one should see her now.
As she ran to the Cullen house she felt pleased with herself. She was gonna get her best friend back soon!
She knocked on the door and looked around; she couldn't afford to be spotted now that she was there. As the door opened she looked at Esme and smiled.
Esme welcomed her in and she giggled in her hands. Bella had a costume on. "Bella," she started, "why do you have Edward's shorts on?"
Bella looked down on her shorts and blushed. "He gave them to me."
Esme smiled again, "Alright," she said. "You don't mind waiting, do you, Bella?"
She shook her head, her pigtails flying across her face. "Nu-uh."
"Okay," Esme went to retrieve the Volvo upstairs and gave it to Bella who placed it charily on a box. "There you go."
"Thank you!" Bella said, after she put the box in her bag. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss Esme's cheek.
She went home.
"Bella?" Charlie asked, as he looked in Bella's room. Her desktop lamp was on, but so were her lights. He frowned as her watched her daughter examine the broken toy with a magnifying glass, like a little detective. She had a bottle of glue on the table, and some tweezers.
"Yes, daddy?" she answered, and she turned to look at him. He smiled and approached her, kneeling down to get in level with her. "I'm going to fix Edward's toy," she declared, saying it like it was a life or death type of situation.
Charlie smiled, "Do you want some help?" He offered, as he took in the shattered windows and the broken doors of the toy. This is gonna take her long if she does it alone, not to mention she would just get frustrated.
"Yes please," she said, "If you don't mind."
Bella smiled at the finished product, feeling proud of herself. She finished it! She smiled at her daddy and raised her hand up for a high five with him, which he awkwardly high fived back. Then, she laughed and hugged her daddy thank you, and he laughed. He told her to let the glue dry, and for her to wash her hands because he was going to order pizza for them to eat, after all that hard work.
She knew it didn't look the same, but she crossed her fingers, wishing that Edward would forgive her for it.
The next day, Bella wrapped the box to her very best. She had drawn a picture of her and Edward and written "sorry" on it and she smiled to herself, still pleased, still proud. She carefully took the box downstairs and yelled, "I'm going to the Cullen's, daddy!" before running out of the house.
She knocked gently on the door, and Esme welcomed her in. She smiled happily at Esme and showed her the box and Esme praised her for it. She felt her pride swell once more.
Esme felt happy as she took Bella's image in. She had come to their house at nine in the morning with a box she designed herself, probably holding her finished product. She was such a sweet girl.
"Mommy, I'm—" they heard Edward's voice from the stairs. Bella bounced on her feet and Esme laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Edward!" she shrieked. "I've a present for you!"
He looked at her reluctantly, possibly still upset. Bella looked down the floor, feeling sad again. What if he doesn't like it? He slowly approached and took the box from her outstretched hands.
"It's not my birthday," he said quietly. "And it's not Christmas…"
Bella bit her lip. "It's Edward day!" she said, on the spot.
"Edward day?" Edward repeated looking disbelievingly at Bella. Bella just nodded at him.
"Yes!" she said. "It's a day when a person gives a present to a person they know called Edward. Now, open my present for you!"
He looked at her one more time before he opened the present and gasped. Esme looked at the toy and felt proud of Bella.
The toy looked like there was nothing wrong with it. All it needed was a little polishing, and it would look good as new. Esme noticed that Bella had painted the windows to hide the cracks and the glue. "My daddy said it's tinted," Bella commented, looking at her shoes.
Edward silently took it out and gaped at it. Bella fixed it. He looked at her, shocked. Bella fixed it for him, even after he said he hated her…
He swallowed the lump in his throat and placed the toy down, feeling guilty. Bella suddenly felt sad. He didn't like it. "I can get you a new one, I—" she started, but she was interrupted.
He hugged her. He still was.
Bella hugged him back and giggled as he said "thank you" to her. She patted his back like Esme does when she cries and said, "You're welcome!"
Esme took out her phone and snapped a photo silently at the sweet reconciliation between the two friends. She smiled to herself as she saved it in her phone and she exited the scene, walking to the kitchen and taking a pen with her.
She marked October 3, "Edward Day."
From inside the kitchen she watched as Edward wiped his nose and look down the floor. "Bella," she heard him say, "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I don't hate you. You're the best best friend in the whooole world!"
"S'okay," she replied, waving her hand. "I forgive you."
"Thank you. So, friends?"
"Forever."
He smiled and took the Volvo in one hand. "You made it look better," he said to her. Then, with his free hand, he tugged at her arm and pulled her along. "Come on! Let's play pirates!"
Esme sighed. It's back to normal.
A/N: Well, there you go! Shameless fluff! I challenged myself into doing this whole series with Disney songs only, but seeing as I don't have that many Disney songs in my iPod, I'll probably use songs from something like Another Cinderella Story, or something like that.
Please read and review. Am open to suggestions and criticism -gulp-! I really want to improve the quality of my writing... but please be gentle with me. xD
Ciao!