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[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Having woken up late this morning, Bella Swan really, really doesn't have time for Milliways right now.

So, of course, when she heads into her kitchen to grab a granola bar, guess where she ends up?

She's in a little bit of a hurry, but she figures the door's not going to disappear in the time it takes to order some cereal instead. And maybe some juice.

Thus: Bella. Bar. Breakfast.

(Botherable? Duh!)


[tiny!tag: Carlisle Cullen]

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[themidnightson]

How coincidental that, so is Edward.

Sans the breakfast, of course.



In a fit of rarity, Edward is not watching his surroundings at all right now. He's over in the area of the fireplace, on one of the chairs furthest from the fireplace with a book. He has one knee tucked up inside the circle of the arm, leaned in slightly toward the aloft text, while the other hand is holding the book.

The occurrence of the rare, unguarded soft expression isn't a dream either.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Bella's just finishing up her cereal at the bar proper -- she's in a hurry, remember? -- when she happens to glance over in the direction of the fireplace.

She sucks in a breath so fast that she's lucky not to choke on her cornflakes; she'd been expecting some warning (and possibly some more prep time during which to question her own sanity) before seeing Edward again.

No time like the present, right?

She hops off her barstool decisively, takes her glass of juice with her, and heads over to where Edward's sitting.

"Well, at least now I don't have to wonder whether or not I'll see you today."

[themidnightson]

He stilled but not noticeably. Perhaps the only noticeable reaction was the second and half his eyelids closed without the direction of his gaze leaving the page, before he canted his head, golden eyes shifting to her quizzically.

"I would have kept my promise."


Was it so masochistic to note relief even as pain scorched through him?

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"You still can," Bella points out with a shrug that is far more casual than she feels.

She's still not really sure where they stood, exactly, after the weirdness that was last night. She's also not sure how to ask, so she goes for a safe question.

"What're you reading?"

[themidnightson]

Which garners a pause. Then the remembrance of the fact he's not sitting very properly for public, and he irony that Bella would stumble on him when he'd finally relaxed.

"The collected poems of E.E. Cummings," he said, with a faint reluctance, dropping his leg gracefully so both of them were normal. He knew that most of her generation could not stand, no less longed to take the time to understand poetry.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

Bella drops into a nearby chair as gracefully as she does anything (which is to say: not), grateful that they're on a relatively safe and normal topic for at least a little longer.

"That's not for class, is it? You've probably read all the assigned stuff more times than I have."

[themidnightson]

It's much easier here than it was in the car, there is far more air circulation, but the doesn't make it easy. It's still a strain to keep the loose hold his hand has on his book.

"No, it isn't." He looked upward, consideringly, though his gaze went back to a strand of her hair moving in the air. "I don't mind rereading if the material is worthwhile."

Edward minded having to play dumb far more, and even more than playing dumb the lack of any true depth to literary discussion on the indepth study of textual material over decades.

[benloserz.livejournal.com]

Very serious young man. In paramedic uniform.

"Coffee please." After a night shift, Ben needs to caffeinate himself before his body will start demanding food.

Well, not really, but coffee is always good.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"They say that stuff'll stunt your growth," Bella says with a grin.

Not that she ever listens, either. Sometimes coffee is just flat-out necessary to deal with the pressures of being a teenager.

[benloserz.livejournal.com]

He blinks... then flashes a small smile to the girl. "Nah, it will not. That's just parents not wanting their kids to be too energetic."

A hand is offered after being warmed on the cup. "Ben Winchester."

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"Bella Swan," she replies, shaking the offered hand.

"And I never heard that one from my parents, anyway. Renee doesn't get the concept of 'too energetic' and Charlie probably doesn't even know I drink it."

[benloserz.livejournal.com]

"Oh, my mother says that all the time, usually along with her speeches about how the internet and video games will turn me into a psycho killer." Ben chuckles, shaking head. "Been getting a bit worse lately... but I guess she is upset that I am moving out just after I finish school."

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"Have she ever been on the internet? I'm pretty sure the only thing too much of it will give you is bad grammar."

Bella looks sympathetic.

"Once you move out she'll probably send you eleven hundred emails a day. Then you can turn her own argument against her."

[ofthefamily]

Carlisle is catching up on paperwork left over from the night shift he just covered at the hospital.

He smells her before he sees her.

"Good morning, Bella."

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Dr. Cullen."

Bella smiles slightly sheepishly.

"I guess Edward told you that he ran into me in Port Angeles?"

Ran into was an understatement, but Bella figures since it was very nearly literal she can get away with it.

[ofthefamily]

"I was...informed."

And involved, more ways than he would have ever thought he would be, in the life of a seventeen-year-old human girl.

"I am happy to know that you remain unscathed," he chooses carefully.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

That... didn't sound very happy. Bella is somehow wise enough not to point this out.

"... did he inform you about the other stuff? That I know? Now?"

Yes, Bella does, in fact, put that many question marks into one sentence, because she's just that hesitant when dealing with a potentially disapproving parental figure other than her own.

[ofthefamily]

"Yes."

It's probably more than Bella wanted, but it's the truth.

"I suppose you would have questions."

Because I have questions for you that I am not even sure should be asked aloud.

[yesthatbella.livejournal.com]

"No. I mean -- yes, but I already asked Edward most of them."

Including the completely ridiculous ones.

"Except we didn't really talk about Milliways. Do people here know? I don't want to accidentally let anything slip here that would make it awkward for you."

[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

Jasper wants to know what Bella's doing here. (Other than eating breakfast, that is.) He's staring, unabashedly and only somewhat menacingly, from the table he shares with Alice.

[betagainstme]

Alice glances over her shoulder at Bella, a quick and excited grin crossing her features before turning back to her husband. She gives him a look at his expression, shaking her head.

[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

What is Edward's human doing here, Alice? Jasper wants to know. He fixes his wife with a similar look at her far too happy expression.

[betagainstme]

Alice's return look is one of pleading. It seems to say that I don't control who enters the Bar, Jasper and something of lol coincidence?

She settles back in her chair and traces designs on the tabletop. Pouting.

[keptherwaiting.livejournal.com]

When did Alice become such a prevaricator? Secrets aren't nice.

His gaze goes to the Heavens and he wonders why he was blessed cursed with such an adorably, amazing, and fantastic wife.

Before he fixes Bella with a stare again, that is. He can't help it. She's just sitting there. Eating cereal.

[betagainstme]

He gets kicked under the table.


The kick says stop it even as Alice turns her head to watch Bella.