Updated FanFic: Bon Voyage - Chapter Sixteen
Title: Bon Voyage
Author: cchellezz / cchellez on FF.net
Characters/Pairing: Bella/Edward
Rating: PG-13 to Chapter 8, M from Chapter 9 on.
Category: Friendship and Romance.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: It's all SM's stuff... I'm just piddling in my free time.
Summary: Bella is trapped in the small town of Forks, lost in a world where she feels like she doesn’t belong. With a desire to get away from her now remarried family, what will the senior trip to Europe have in store for her? AU/AH B&E
Chapter Title: Speak My Kind of Language
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Special Content:
Alice's Movie Night Outfits
Bella's Outfit
Author's Note: I'm sorry that this took so incredibly long to be written, but to make up for it, I have an outtake that will be put up later this week that you DO NOT want to miss. Trust Me.
Thanks to druscilla831 for beta'n this for me.
There are outfits that are linked in my profile that are in this chapter.
Also, and this is very important, I HIGHLY recommend you read this chapter once through before trying to figure out the foreign language portions. I've translated the few sentences that are in other languages in the bottom A/N, but you probably don't want to spoil the ending before you read the rest of the chapter. Just be patient and read it at the end, it's worth it. ;)
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the places they go. I also don't live in Europe or speak foreign languages. Google translator is my BFF :)
BPOV
I sat on my bed, twirling the tiny keychain I’d purchased around my fingertip. It was the only souvenir I would have from the Colosseum since I had forgotten to take my camera in the entire bustle of getting ready this morning. The bronze little casting swung around and around as I stared at the clock on the mantel; 6:45…Alice should have been back with my aloe by now. My skin was blazing from the sun exposure this afternoon. I scowled as I thought about the halter top I was still wearing. I wanted to shove it deep into my luggage when I had returned to my room. Sure, Edward thought it looked nice on me, but what good was looking nice when the hot summer sun would cook me to the color of a lobster?
The last rays of the Italian sunset trickled through the curtains, turning the white linens around me pale pinks and oranges. I thought about the array of colors in Edward’s hair when the sunlight would cast itself into the tangles on his head. It looked like a golden fire, burning and shifting in the breeze this afternoon on the balcony over the pit. As he moved, it turned into a separate living entity, catching light and reflecting it in its shine. I remembered the slight brush of him at my back, his fingertips on my shoulder as he turned me towards my tour group. He smelled like liquid sunshine and even in this room I imagined could catch small whiffs of his scent. Even though his whiskers were short, they had tickled my ear when he whispered to me my error for texting him too long.
My phone sat only inches away from my leg on the bed, the black screen calling out to me like a siren’s song on the sea. I hadn’t seen him since I went off looking for my group and the feeling of absence was evident in the air around me. I missed the little smirk that he wore when he found something funny. I missed seeing his eyes light up with humor, the little green and gold flecks as they danced with delight. It would be all too easy to contact him now, to text or call him for some sort of connection. The only thing holding me back was that damn agreement. Take it slow. I cursed out loud for being so foolish. How could I ever think I’d be able to resist someone like him?
I’d have to learn to dance this fine line between lusting after him and friendship. It was obvious that diving in head first wasn’t something I could handle properly. My total lack of experience with boys in general had gotten me into some awkward situations with Edward. But what if that’s what first love was supposed to be like? Awkward, interesting and ever changing with each moment you spend together. It sounded turbulent and terrifying at how much was uncertain and unplanned. I could handle things better when there was a plan laid out and that plan was followed to the letter.
The giggle from the other side of the door alerted me of Alice’s return and I huffed at the length of her trip. Here I was contemplating the meanings of love in her absence and I’d never really been ‘in love’.
“Hey Bella, I got you some aloe and some sunscreen for future use,” she said as she tossed me a bottle of green gel. I missed catching it as it smacked against my knee. “You were supposed to catch that!” She laughed and sat the other bottle down on the table.
“Oops,” I said meekly, rubbing the sore place where the bottle had hit. The bottle’s logo glared up at me from its position on the bed, the words ‘aloe vera’ screaming out the potential for relief from this burning on my back.
“Do you need help putting it on?”
“Yes,” I replied and grabbed the bottle as she bounced across the bed. I flipped my hair around and went to put it up in a bun so it would be out of the way. Habitually dragging my finger across my wrist where my hair tie usually rested, all I felt was skin. “Damn it Edward!” I cursed aloud.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t put my hair up. Your brother stole my hair tie.” I was fuming slightly.
Alice chuckled behind me and pushed the mass of hair over my shoulder. I squealed when the cold gel hit my skin, which only caused her to laugh harder at me. The mess was cold and stung slightly before it brought relief. The smell was quite horrible, causing me to crinkle my nose as she rubbed it over my shoulders with a gentle pressure.
“Feel any better?” she questioned.
“Sort of,” I replied and looked to the window again. “Edward said we are having a movie night tonight?”
“Yes!” Her voice went up in octave with her excitement. “It will be fabulous. I’m ordering in snacks and desserts and it’s a pajama party too.” I couldn’t see the look on her face, but I’m sure that it was positively devilish.
“Does this mean you’re inviting someone else over? I was under the impression it would be just you, myself and Edward.”
“Now where is the fun in that!” she exclaimed like the idea was unimaginable. “I invited Edward and Jasper, and you’re more than welcome to invite people if you want. The more the merrier I always say,” she said bouncing a little on the mattress as she capped the bottle of aloe.
I let go of my hair and sighed as it brushed the now cooled skin of my back. “I’ll call Angela and Jessica in a few minutes I suppose,” I announced to her, turning to face her on the bed. “They will probably want to bring Ben and Mike.”
“OoOoOo…” her eyes got wide as her mouth puckered around the O’s “…a couple’s party!”
I cleared my throat before I corrected her. Edward and I were not a couple.
“Not yet anyway.” She winked and hopped off the bed towards the bathroom.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my phone from the fluffy embrace of the duvet. Angela picked up after the second ring and agreed to come up around 8:15 with Ben in tow. Jessica wasn’t as pleased to hear from me, and I could tell from the tone in her voice. The excuse she used fell flat quickly after I ended the call; something about going out with Mike tonight, away from all of the ‘distractions’ in the hotel. She couldn’t really be angry with me about the shirt incident on the bus could she? It was Mike Newton for crying out loud! She couldn’t really be surprised could she?
I needed a shower; the stench of the hot day clung to my skin and was now bonding itself to the aloe Alice had just applied. She emerged from the bathroom moments later, toweling off her hands and naming off various desserts to herself.
“I think I’m going to hop in the shower. Do I have enough time before everyone gets here?” I asked quickly.
“I suppose so,” she sighed. “It’s not going to give me much time to fix your hair and makeup again.”
“It’s a pajama party Alice, not the Oscars.”
“Your point being?” She questioned me sarcastically and poised herself in the chair next to the phone.
I laughed at her constant need to play dress up while I listened to her rattle off in Italian to the order in service. I grabbed my bag of necessities, a cami and some pj pants before escaping to the bathroom for some much needed shower time.
****
I emerged from the bathroom about fifteen minutes later only to find the room in complete disarray. Both duvets were stripped from the bed and all of the pillows were gone. The couch and chaise lounge were turned, forming a haphazard semi circle around what I could only describe as a nest of white linens on the floor. All of the thick curtains had been pulled shut tightly over the sheer ones blocking out any traces of the city light. Alice was perched on her bed, dressed in what I would consider scraps of fabric for pajama shorts and a tank top. Her leg was pulled up close to her face and only now did I realize she was painting her toenails.
“Do you really qualify those as pajamas?” I arched an eyebrow at her as I shoved my dirty clothes in my spare bag.
“I could have worn my lingerie, but I highly doubt my brother would approve,” she replied without looking up.
“I guess I’m ready.” I huffed and looked down at my attire. I’d neglected to put on a bra under my cami since it had a shelf bra; I just hoped that was enough.
“Okay!” She glanced at the clock briefly before applying the last layer of clear coat. “Can you grab my makeup bag for me? It’s in the bathroom.”
“Sure.”
I walked back into the bathroom in search of a bag I’d never seen before. I knew that Alice kept all of her makeup all over the counter, but I’d neglected to really pay attention to it after the first night I was here with her. I was greeted with a clean countertop and even took note that our toothbrushes were missing.
“Alice!” I called out to her.
“Third drawer on the right!” she called back to me before I could even ask the question.
I pulled out the drawer and grabbed the heavy, shiny gold makeup bag before heading back out to Alice. She was holding the door open for two members of the hotel staff wheeling in carts of food.
“Grazie!” she chirped at them sweetly as they left.
“Il mio piacere,” they replied in unison, eyeing her legs as they left the room.
“Do you see what I mean?” I waited until Alice had shut the door completely, referring to their obvious stares.
“That’s kind of the point, I like the attention,” she giggled.
Suddenly, the pieces all clicked together. The short shorts were not for the random hotel boys after all. “Unless of course you’re going for someone else’s attention all together.” I watched as her face got serious.
“You can not tell Edward. I mean it Bella, I know what you are thinking and you must not tell him.”
And here I thought I was too dense to figure things out. “He doesn’t know?” I prodded. “I figured it would be much more obvious to him than me.”
“My brother knows what I let him know,” she winked. “Even Jasper doesn’t know, well, not yet anyway.”
EPOV
The clock chimed out the hour on my mantel while I slipped on my socks. I didn’t bother with shoes, they wouldn’t be necessary with all of the lounging I’d be doing in just a few minutes. I could commend Alice on that part, her movie parties usually only involved pajamas which didn’t require much prep work for me. Just pants, a shirt and some socks; the rest was all me and my disjointed hair.
Grabbing my room key and tucking it into my pocket, I made my way towards room 69A where my sister and Bella awaited. I wasn’t really sure what Alice had planned and she wasn’t exactly being forthcoming with the details. I did know that there were scary movies involved, which would prove to be interesting to say the least. I reached the doorway knocking lightly and listening to the laughter on the other side. I could make out Alice’s bubbly sounds and Bella’s soft chuckle but there were more voices in the room. A deep booming voice with an accent thundered over all of them as well as another girl and boy joining in the chorus.
I heard the locks move before the door cracked and the tiny green eye peeked out into the hallway. After Alice realized it was me, she flung the door open and embraced me in a tight hug.
“Edward, I’m so glad you could make it!” she said as she unlatched herself from me.
“Where else was I going to go?” I asked, taking in her lack of proper pajamas.
I looked around the room to notice the multiple faces that were watching our exchange. Bella was on the couch, cuddled up to a dark haired girl. Another boy sat at this stranger’s side, holding hands with her as he stared at me. The source of the thundering voice was standing in the center of the room, grinning from ear to ear; Jasper Hale.
“I didn’t know we were making this into a full on party Alice.” I tried to keep my voice level. While I didn’t mind the company, I didn’t exactly like the thought of my sister prancing around in front of multiple guys in her current outfit.
“Oh please Edward, you know how much I love a party. I can’t resist when the opportunity presents itself!” She let go of my hand and walked towards the grouping of seats where the rest of the company sat. I didn’t miss the pile of sheets on the floor. Who would be sitting there I wonder?
“Edward.” Bella broke me from my thoughts suddenly with her voice. “This is Angela and her boyfriend Ben,” she said as she pointed to each of them. “I think you already know Jasper.”
“Indeed.” It’s hard not to know the guy when you’ve checked his background; athlete, average student, likes to run with your sister in the mornings. I was starting to resent the last bullet point now…
“Who’s ready to eat?” Alice said aloud, breaking the building tension in the room. At least there was tension from my end of things.
The boy, Ben, stood up from the couch and took Angela’s hand to help her up from the cushioned embrace of the couch for some snacks. Bella sat alone on the end briefly before Jasper reached out his hand to help her up as well. Something in me snarled to life, but I beat it back down before it built up into a true force to be reckoned with. She wasn’t mine and we were just friends; almost strangers if I was being honest with myself. But there was something about her, something that made me want to protect her this way even if another man’s gesture was purely innocent.
The spread that Alice had ordered was highly excessive and I doubted that even the six of us could eat it all in just a few short hours. I glanced at her now, standing near the end of the table, beaming like the little ray of party planning sunshine that she is. This was her element, and while normally I could chide her at home for going so out of the box, there was no need to ruin her fun in front of company. I grabbed a bowl similar to the one from the night before and scooped the white frozen yogurt from the cold serving dish.
“I asked Alice to get vanilla since we had strawberry last night,” Bella whispered over her shoulder. She offered me a small smile, almost as if she was apologizing for the flavor.
“I’m sure it’s just as delicious as before.”
She turned back around to follow the line down the rest of the table, adding little bits of fruit and chocolate to her plate before heading back to her seat. Jasper and Alice were on the chaise lounge while Bella, Ben and Angela all huddled on the couch. This left me no choice but to take the floor or more precisely the mock bed that Alice had arranged. I huffed as I lowered myself into the fluffy pit with my bowl. She could have at least pulled another chair over. I smashed the berries and granola into the white yogurt with my spoon, not really paying attention to much around me. I heard the TV cut on as well as the low chatter of conversation around me. I had finally gotten the mixture turned into a pink slop like I’d been given the night before when someone dimmed the lights and the music started.
The Shining…really Alice?
I ate my melting frozen yogurt in silence while the movie played out on screen. I’d seen this film at least a few hundred times, mainly because it scared Alice to death though she’d never admit it. She always required that I watch it with her, and that I was not allowed to leave her alone afterwards. You’d think after the first ten times of trying to face your worst fear you’d just give up.
My eyes flickered briefly from the screen to where she was positioned on the chaise lounge. Her bowl, as well as Jasper’s had been cast aside to the floor and the two of them where cuddling close to one another. I figured it impossible for two people to fit on a chaise, but they managed it. She curled her tiny body into his chest and watched the screen together; him with a look of humor while her eyes were wide with the same childlike fear of the next scene. I watched as he moved his arm to wrap it around her shuddering frame for comfort. I felt the overwhelming feeling to rip the fucker off of his body. It was bad enough that she was dressed in so little, but to have him touch my sister in front of me would cross the line.
The pressure on the duvet next to me snapped me out of my fury briefly and I whipped my head around to see who was invading my personal space. I was met with chocolate eyes, the light of the screen reflecting off of them as she stared back at me. They were surprisingly calming, despite the images of Jack Nicholson going insane dancing across the shiny surface of her eyes. Her lips parted slowly, and I watched them begin to form words even though I couldn’t hear her over the movie. Leaning in, I dared myself to kiss her, but thought better of it and offered her my ear.
“Do you want to go for a walk? I really hate scary movies,” she whispered to me.
I only nodded, fearful that if I made a noise I’d ruin the movie for everyone. Bella raised her body up from the floor and I followed her to the cart for the dishes.
“I’ll just be a minute,” she whispered again. “I need to change and let Angela know I’m leaving. Do you want me to meet you at your room?”
“Sure, I’ll be there.”
“Okay.” She smiled in the darkness and padded off into the bathroom.
I headed for the door, averting my gaze from the rest of the group to avoid snapping emotionally and ripping Jasper to shreds. I’d gotten all of the locks undone as the room fell silent; causing the door knob squeal to be even louder than I thought was possible. I turned to face the direction I came, laughing inwardly at the image of Jack’s face frozen on the screen.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Alice stood from the chaise lounge, remote in her hand as she brought it to her hip.
“I’m going to change,” I informed her curtly. “Bella wants to go for a walk, she doesn’t like scary movies.”
“Well I can change it!” Alice squealed as she turned to fumble with the remote in the dark, rewinding and then fast forwarding through the movie instead of stopping it.
“Its fine Alice,” Bella soothed her as she emerged from the bathroom. “You enjoy your movie. I just want to get some fresh air.” I could see her smiling, trying to show my sister that it was indeed okay.
“But it’s so rude of me as a hostess!”
“Its fine,” I said, grinding my teeth together. I hated when she pouted. I looked to Jasper for some sort of assistance in reassuring her, even if I despised the fact he was touching her at all.
“Alice,” he called to her with his Southern accent. “Come on and sit down, we can just finish the movie with Angela and Ben.”
Great, make us look like the bad guys.
She sighed in resignation and lowered herself back onto the chaise lounge with him. I turned before she got comfortable against him again, looking in Bella’s direction with a tense smile before I opened the door and left the room.
BPOV
I could see the tension rolling off of him in waves, choking out the relaxed feeling in the room even if no one else noticed it. While he eyed Alice from his spot on the floor, I watched him, waiting for the moment he would pounce on the love birds on the chaise lounge. That’s the moment I decided to lie, if only to keep him from killing Jasper.
I really hate scary movies.
The truth was I had seen The Shining before so it didn’t really bother me. Jessica dared me to watch it alone in the dark about two summers ago.
I was glad that I pulled Edward off the scent of the hunt. Well, that was until Alice decided to get fussy about us leaving. I’m sure that I would hear about it before I left the room, or maybe she would wait and build up her tongue lashing for tomorrow morning. At the moment, her fury didn’t matter; I had to get ready to head out.
I turned on a small lamp near my bed and threw my suitcase on the nearly bare mattress to retrieve my clothes. The day had been hot, so I could only imagine the night would be warm as well. I grabbed my bra and a change of panties, some jean shorts and a flowing yellow top before closing the lid and cutting off the lamp. The screams from the television followed me as I walked back to the bathroom to change.
I stripped quickly from my pajamas and threw them in a pile in the corner to pick up later. My mismatched panties and bra went on first and I tried not to laugh at the ridiculous reflection in the mirror. My skin was still pink and the white bra looked like white out was poured over my skin. I pulled the shorts up my legs and checked quickly to make sure I didn’t have stubble on my legs; nope, still smooth. The soft fabric of my shirt was divine as is slid over my head. I smoothed it out over my stomach, eyeing the little rabbit pattern under my hands. My hair and make up were already done, but were plain in comparison to what Alice normally gussied me up with. I had convinced her to just dry the mass of hair instead of taking the time to style it, which after much debate she finally agreed. The soft waves framed my face nicely. The makeup Alice had chosen complimented my brown eyes and hair and was also suited for this outfit, not that I really knew any better.
Snatching up the pile of sleeping clothes, I attempted to sneak back over to my bed unnoticed. Thankfully Alice was too busy cringing into Jasper’s chest to notice my outfit choice. Quickly turning on my bedside lamp once more, I grabbed some flip flops and a necklace before shoving my other clothes inside. All that was left was my purse, which was tucked beside my lamp, and I was out of there.
****
The night air was warm and humid, making me feel over dressed despite my thin clothing for our impromptu outing. My flip flops slapped against the concrete sidewalk providing background noise to the light conversation mixing between us. I noticed for the first time that Edward was wearing shorts. It was surprising, though I wasn’t sure why. His face and arms were clinging to a fraction of a tan while his legs were pale, but the light coating of body hair seemed to balance everything out. We hadn’t decided on a real destination since leaving the hotel even though time was against us. Both groups had to be accounted for by six in the morning so we could catch our flight to Athens by eight. I glanced at my phone as Edward went on talking about his graduation party back in Chicago; it was already half past eleven.
“Stai a sentire?”
I jerked my gaze towards him so fast I felt like I’d given myself whiplash. “Did you just cuss at me?” I was honestly clueless as to what he’d really said.
“Guess you’ll never know,” he smiled playfully, pushing me lightly in the arm with his fist. I stumbled as a result, but recovered quickly. Any harder and I would have been eating cobblestones.
My clumsiness drew laughter out of his mouth and it was hard not to laugh with him. While most of my friends at home poked fun at my lack of healthy foot function, I normally scowled inwardly at their amusement. This however was different, though I wasn’t sure if it was due to the fact I hadn’t actually fallen, or if it was the person that was laughing at me.
“For that, you should tell me what you said.” I tried not to laugh with him as my face broke out in a smile.
He stopped laughing heartily, letting it fade into a chuckle while he wiped tiny tears from his eyes. His eyes finally cleared and he looked at me smiling wide. “Oh Bella, si mettono tanta felicità per me.”
“Stop it!” I wailed and popped his arm lightly with a punch. My hand kind of stung afterwards, even though I barely touched him.
“Why?” he snickered and began to walk again. “It’s so much fun watching you be confused.”
So that’s how he wanted to play then?
“¿Dónde está el baño más cercano?” I hurled the sentence at him. It was one of the few things I’d learned in my all too brief encounters with Spanish one and two.
“El baño es por la calle en la tienda más cercana, aunque me temo que está fuera de servicio de la señorita,” he shot back quickly. He knew he had me when my face went into a look of complete confusion and I was silent. This caused him to smile impossibly wider.
“Okay I give up!” I threw my arms up in the air in defeat. There was clearly no winning in a battle of the brains with him. “How many languages do you know?”
“I know five fluently.” He started rattling them off before I could ask specifics, “Spanish, French, Italian, German and Greek. The other four I only know bits and pieces of from Alice because she likes to use them when she’s angry. It’s all her fault you know? My mother would have never insisted I learn any language at all until Alice decided to learn a second language in the fifth grade.” His lip turned up at the corner when he spoke of his sister.
“Wow, that’s… amazing.” Note to self, if I ever have a foreign language paper in the future…
“She’ll cuss at me in Russian during her tantrums, which looks rather humorous coming out of her tiny body with all of that gusto dialect, but it forced me to learn some of it; the curse words anyways.”
“Did you curse at me?” I asked coming to a stop on the corner before he crossed to the next block.
“No!” His voice seemed loud in the relative quiet of the city night. “All I asked was if you were listening to me. It wasn’t even in Russian, it was Italian.” He looked like he was hiding something else that he had said, but I wasn’t going to push, not now at least.
I rolled my eyes and giggled. “Okay Merriam-Webster, or should I call you Rosetta Stone?”
He laughed and started walking again. “I’ll take Merriam-Webster thank you. Rosetta is more of a girl’s name anyhow.”
Music from a night club filtered out onto the street as we approached the entrance facing the street. The queue was out the door, filled with tall girls in less clothing than myself and guys in shirts that were two sizes too small. I watched the pack of women eyeing Edward greedily as we passed them. Feeling quite inadequate walking next to him, I looked to the ground in front of me.
“Do you get that reaction wherever you go?” I mumbled to the concrete.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I was too afraid to say it again to his face.
“Seriously, what did you say?” He grabbed my wrist lightly causing me to look up at him.
“Seriously, what did you say earlier?” I mocked him and raised my eyebrow.
“When?”
“Don’t play stupid Edward. What did you say?” All I could remember was my name on his lips and the reverent tone he had used. I tried to remember the words in my head to repeat them back to him, but it was only coming back as a jumbled mess.
“When I asked if you were listening to me?”
“No,” I huffed. “After that…when you said my name.”
“Bella, si mettono tanta felicità per me?” He phrased it in a question and it didn’t have the same sound to it like it had before. I sighed in frustration; I wanted it in the same context.
“Yes, that’s the one,” I replied, sounding rather deflated by all of this.
He stopped again and stared at me intently, his green eyes bouncing back and forth between my own. The look he gave me was intense and I felt like my soul was melting into the sidewalk. His fingers stroked my wrist lazily while the war inside of him raged on. Whatever he had said, he meant it and it was scaring the shit out of him now to confess its meaning in plain English. Not even the stubble on his face could hide the hard set of his jaw, or the way he was clenching and unclenching his teeth together in his mouth.
I opened my mouth to protest when his hand circled my wrist again and tugged me into his chest. The smell of sunshine and cologne tickled my senses as he wrapped his arms around me. Feeling the pressure of his head resting on mine as we stood under the glow of the street lamp, I smiled into the fabric of his shirt despite not having my answer yet. A soft breeze picked up as we stood together and I waited for him to say it.
The translation floated in the air as he whispered it softly to the wind.
Author's Note: I know, I'm a total bitch for leaving you hanging like that right?
Don't worry, he will tell Bella what it means in the next chapter. I'm not done with Italy just yet. :)
Translation Nation!: (These are all from Google Translator, so blame them if it's wrong.)
Italian to English
“Stai a sentire?” - "Are you listening?
“Oh Bella, si mettono tanta felicità per me.” - "Oh Bella, you bring so much happiness to me."
“Bella, si mettono tanta felicità per me?” - "Bella, you bring so much happiness to me?"
Spanish to English
“¿Dónde está el baño más cercano?” - "Where's the nearest restroom?"
“El baño es por la calle en la tienda más cercana, aunque me temo que está fuera de servicio de la señorita.” - "The bathroom is down the street in the store, but I fear that is out of service of Miss."
Hope that wasn't too confusing!
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