Ciaobella27 - The Boy in Blue

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Summary

A visit to the carnival palm reader sends Bella on a search for the Boy in Blue.Originally posted with Uncle Sam's Little Ficsters. ExB/AH

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Chapter 1

I don't own Twilight or the hot pictures of Rob on the WfE set. They justmake me write these things.

I originally wrote this back in July and posted it with one-shots written byWriteOnTime, LittleSecret84, Spanglemaker9 and the-glory-days as UncleSam's Little Ficsters. I love them more than cotton candy.

The Boy in Blue

"Please, Bella. Pretty please. Pretty, pretty, pretty please. I'll be your best friend."

"You're already my best friend," I replied, flipping through the pages of USmagazine. "I just can't get used to Ashley Tisdale's new nose," I mused, it just didn'tfit her face.

"Bella, focus. I'm begging. Pleading. Madame Zelda is supposed to be amazing."

Drawing in a breath, I placed the magazine back on the stand and stared acrossthe street at the Firecracker Festival. Every year for as long as I could remember,

Forks held a festival Fourth of July weekend. It was one of those things you lookedforward to every year as a kid. But we were in college now. It was a little pass.

"Alice, don't you think you're acting a little irrational? She's a palm reader."

"I know. But she told Lauren last year that she'd get into Syracuse and she did."

"The girl wore a Syracuse sweatshirt everywhere. She probably had it on!" Iargued.

"Bella. Come on. I'll call Rose and we can all go together."

I still didn't want to budge. I found the whole thing creepy. You pay someone tolook at your palm and tell you what you want to hear. No, thank you. "I'll buy youcotton candy. Every color."

Alice always found my weak spot. I loved the cotton candy at the fair. I sighed,knowing that I was going to give in. From the look on her face, Alice knew it, too. Ididn't even need to say a word. She read my face, squealed and pulled out her cell.

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Less than a half hour later, we were walking through the gate to meet Rosalie bythe ticket booth. She was barely paying attention, still brooding because herboyfriend Emmett was vacationing with his family for the month. When Alice toldher our plan for the evening, she agreed grudgingly. I wasn't surprised. I didn'tthink she'd be happy about anything until he came home.

We made our way to Madame Zelda's tent, which looked like a giant tapestry sale.I waited as each of them took a turn behind the curtain and sat down on her velvetstool. I waited as they held out their hands and heard their futures.

Alice went first and came bouncing out, her eyes bright and her grin wide.

"She said that I've met my soul mate and we're more in-tune that most couples. Ijust know that it'll be me and Jasper forever. I wonder how he feels about winter

weddings."

"You go ask him that," Rosalie replied, sarcastically, "and you'll never have achance to find out. You've only been dating for three months. You'll freak him out."

"The heart knows, Rosalie, my dear. The heart knows."

"So dramatic," she replied, rolling her eyes. "My turn."

Less than five minutes had passed when Rosalie stormed out of the small room,infuriated because the old woman insisted she'd watch fireworks with her true love.

"How the hell am I supposed to spend the fourth with the love of my life if he's inColorado!" she exclaimed, pulling her cellphone out and marching out of the tent.

"And she called me dramatic," Alice muttered, shaking her head. "You're up,Bella," she sang. "Go find out if Mr. Right is going to sit next to you in class thissemester. Or maybe you'll bump into him at the lab."

"I'll settle for Mr. Okay, but I don't thinkMadame Zelda has any insight into that."

"Open mind, Bella," she said, as I walked through the hanging tapestry and intothe old woman's sitting room. Inside the room there was a small table covered witha multicolored tablecloth. The woman sat in a large chair with a high back, her darkskin wrinkled and hair pulled back. I wondered if she was from the Reservation.

"Sit down, child," she said motioning to the velvet stool. "You don't believe in thepower of the spirit?"

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I was immediately embarrassed. I had kept my voice down in the waiting area. Inever meant to offend anyone. I just didn't believe in palm readers.

"I'mI'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to hear that," I replied, feeling the heat inmy face.

"It wasn't your words that I heard," she said. "Not the ones you speak."

She chuckled and again motioned to the seat across the table. I wanted to leave,but I couldn't be that rude.

"May I see your palm, my child?" she asked, holding her hand out. I hesitantlyplaced my hands palm up on top of hers. Her fingers were dry and rough and movedalong my palm.

"You have a very long life line. See here," she said, pointing to a line bisecting mypalm. "Ooh, and your love linewhat a lucky girl you are. Not many get toexperience the love that you have. You are truly blessed."

"You must be mistaken. I don't have anyone," I explained, uncomfortably.

"Hmmm. Watch for the boy in blue. He'll need some encouragement."

"Umokay."

"So sweet," she said again, sitting back and placing my hands back on the table.

"Is that it?" I asked. I didn't want to be rude, but I hadn't gotten much out of her.The boy in blue? That's only like eighty-percent of the population. Way to narrow itdown, Madame Zelda.

"Have a good evening," she said, chuckling again. I was glad she found thishumorous.

Shaking my head, I stormed out of the room like Rosalie, twenty dollars short andirritated as hell.

"So, what'd she say?" Alice asked, bouncing on her toes.

"I have to look for the boy in blue, so someone drop me off at a police station. Or

wait, is Blue Man Group playing in the city because face paint is hot."

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"Bella, you never know," Alice added.

"Sure. Whatever. Let's go do something productivelike eat cotton candy until wethrow up. You're buying."

"And you wonder why you haven't found Mr. Right," she replied, shaking her head.

"Puke, I've found, is a major turn-off."

We walked through the midway, passing carts selling red, white and blue hats andlight-up wands. I remembered begging my dad to buy me glow-in-the-dark lightsticks to wave in the air before the fireworks when I was a kid. I hadn't seen thefireworks in ages.

As we approached the cotton candy vendor, the sweet scent of sugar filled the air

and made my mouth water. I didn't care what they wanted to do next. I wasgrabbing a spot on one of the picnic tables and staying right here for the rest of theevening.

"Alright, Bella. Since you were such a good sport and didn't complain once," Alicebegan, he tone dripping with sarcasm. "What color cotton candy are you startingwith?"

"Decisions, decisions," I replied, tapping a finger against my lips. "I'm feeling

blue."

"Naturally."

While Alice walked up to the counter to place the order, Rosalie glanced at herphone for the hundredth time.

"Rose, staring at it won't cause it to ring," I finally said.

"Thanks for that, Bella. Really. I'm not willing it to ring," she explained,indignantly. "I'mwaiting for a text."

"So much different."

"Emmett hasn't been answering his phone and it's weird, alright? He neverscreens my calls and he always checks in. I'm worried."

"They're camping, right? Maybe they're out of cell range. Maybe his battery died.You know how forgetful he can be. When you're not around, he's kind of lost."

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"I hope he's okay," she replied, looking down at the screen once more. Yes,Emmett was kind of lost without Rosalie, but Rosalie was just as lost withoutEmmett.

"He's fine and probably in the mountains somewhere staring at the blank screenof his phone, too."

She gave me a weak smile, but I knew it wasn't much consolation for her.

As Alice paid for my cotton candy and Rosalie continued to press refresh on herphone, I scanned the crowd, looking for any familiar faces. That's when I saw him.He was tall and muscular with crazy russet hair, walking through the crowd andpast the midway.

"Alice, come on," I said, grabbing her hand.

"Wait," she cried, reaching back and picking up the bag from the counter. "Whatthe hell, Bella?"

"There was a guy." I said, shaking my head, unable to put into words the way hemade me feel.

"A guy? Was he wearing blue!"

"Umno. White, but he was incredible."

"But he's not Mr. Right, Bella," she replied.

"Are you kidding me, Alice? You're really listening to Madame Zelda? No. Just no.We need to find this guy."

Alice called over to Rosalie, who was naturally staring at her phone.

"Bella saw a guy," she announced.

"Bella saw a guy?"

"Yes, and we're going to find him."

"You two," I began, impatiently. "Less talky and more walky."

Grabbing Alice's hand again, I tore through the crowd in the direction he headed,

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looking in booths and kiosks for any sign of him.

It wasn't until we reached the carnival rides that I saw him. He stood next to theferris wheel, his leg bent and resting on top of the gate with a large metal lever inhis hands. He had some dirt on his face and a fine layer of sweat on his skin. Iusually dated science geeks and book nerds. I couldn't explain how looking at him

made me feel. I thought I was going into cardiac arrest.

"That's him," I said, sounding winded and breathy.

"He works here?" Rosalie asked. "Like as a job?"

"Come on. Let's get in line."

"We can't fit three people," Rosalie said, matter-of-factly. "You go on with her, Al.I'll be over here."

I was getting more and more impatient so I tugged Alice by the hand over to theend of the line. As we waited, I watched the muscles in his arms flex as he pulled onthe lever to start and stop the ride. When it was time for the wheel to spin, he wouldstep back and wipe his brow with the back of his hand. He didn't speak to any of thepatrons. He didn't even smile.

My heart began beating faster and faster the closer we got to the front of the line.I had no game plan. I had no game. But I had to do something.

My hands were shaking when the couple in front of us started to board. He lockedthe bar on their chair, and walked back to the line, stopping right in front of me. Iwondered if his hand would touch mine when I passed him my ticket.

Once again, I watched his arms move as his pulled the lever, sending the chair upin the air, suspending it just past our heads.

Then he looked at me. Right in my eyes. His were beautiful. Such a pretty steelygray and I wanted to stare forever, and he was staring, too ,and we were having anactual moment. But then he cleared his throat and I looked down, noticing that hewas reaching out his hand and looking for a ticket.

"Oh, sorry," I muttered, holding it out for him. The edge of his mouth turned upslowly and his chest moved slightly, almost as if he had laughed. It was the only

reaction I had seen from him throughout the entire time I had been in line.

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I gathered up my courage as we walked to the chair. I hopped in, waiting forAlice, and once she was inside, he walked toward us, shutting and locking the bar infront.

"What's your name?" I yelled, as he turned to head back to his station. My heartstoppedliterally ceased beating, when he turned around. That edge of his mouth

that sort of turned up had morphed itself into the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen.

"Edward," he said, before shifting the lever, sending us backward and into the air.

"I can't believe you just did that," Alice squealed. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know," I replied. I was usually so shy.

It was the longest five minutes of my life as I waited for all of the cars to be filledand the ride to begin in earnest. Each time we dropped down and swept across theplatform, Edward stared right at me. Each time I saw him, my heart beat faster andchest felt tighter.

I began to panic when the ride began to slow down and stop. I knew he wasletting people out. I knew my time was limited. I just didn't know what I'd do next.

"Give him your number," Alice suggested. "Or ask if he has a break."

Yes.

Our feet hovered in the air, right above where Edward would be standing, waitingfor us. I wanted to look into his eyes again. I wanted to see that smirk. I wanted totouch his lipskiss his mouth. I wanted. So much.

As the wheel moved us down, I drew a deep breath. He walked toward us, smiling,his eyes so clear and bright.

"So, do you think it's fair that you know my name and I don't know yours?" heasked, bending and placing his hands on the bar.

"Bella," I said, breathy and low. "I'm Bella."

"How old are you, Bella?"

"I'm twenty," I replied. "How old are you?"

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"Older."

I could see the people in line getting aggravated, staring while I blatantly flirtedwith Edward. An hour ago this would have embarrassed me. Now, it really didn't.

"Do you get a break anytime soon?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, actually," he said, smiling againamused by how forward I was acting."Why?"

What was I supposed to say? I want you to take me somewhere private and kissme until I can't breathe. I want to run my hands along your chest and hold youagainst me tight. I want to look in your eyes and lose myself and feel this way all thetime.

But I couldn't. Not that.

"How about this? Would you like to take a ride with me?" he asked, motioning tothe wheel above us.

I looked over to Alice who was watching the whole exchange with wide eyes. Itmust have been awkward, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help anything I was sayingor anything I was doing.

"UmI'll go sit with Rosalie and help her stare at her cellphone," she offered.Edward opened up the gate, letting Alice out, then put two long fingers into hismouth, and whistled over to a scruffy-looking blonde man at the concession stand.

He walked over, hands in his pockets, raising his eyebrow at me and then Edward.

"James, would you mind covering my break?" he asked, looking at me as he spoke.

"Well, this is a first," he said, smirking. Only his smirk wasn't sexy like Edward's.His smirk looked more like a sneer.

"You know how to work the ride, right?"

"Of course," he replied, leering at us. "Enjoy yourselves."

He hopped into the seat next to me and I was immediately overwhelmed by his

closeness. I could feel the heat from his body, and I wondered if he could feel theheat from mine. He reached his arm around the back of the car, so that I could feel

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it lightly grazing across the back of my neck. Every time it brushed against me, Ishivered.

"Are you going to relax?" he asked me, bending down, speaking into my ear.

"I didn't know I wasn't," I said, still breathy and unsure.

"Lean back," he said.

I hadn't noticed that I was hunching over, away from the arm behind me. I slowlyrelaxed my shoulders and leaned back, feeling the hair on his arm on the back of myneck. I wanted him to curl it around me and pull me closer. I didn't even know hislast name.

"See, not so bad," he added, chuckling as James threw the lever back and sent thewheel up in the air and our chair out of sight.

"So, tell me, Bella, is this a regular thing for you?" he asked. "Is this how you meetnew people?"

"On a ferris wheel? No," I laughed, feeling nervous and awkward.

"Tilt-A-Whirl? Rollercoaster?"

"I don'tthis is so weird. I don't usually"

"Relax, I was just teasing you," he said, letting me off the hook. "I'll tell you asecret. I don't usually go on rides with the customers."

"No? Then why are you doing it now?"

His lips pursed, and I found myself watching them. Wanting them.

"You surprised me."

"I surprised you?"

"Talking to me when you did. I was pleasantly surprised," he explained cryptically.

"I saw youwalking through the fairgrounds."

I didn't know why I was telling him this. The words were just spilling from my lips.

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"And what did you think when you saw me?"

"I thought you were beautiful," I replied.

"Well, it seems like we have something in common, then."

If my heart beat any harder, I was sure it would begin rocking the chair. He wasso disarming and honest. I'd never met anyone like him.

"So, you brought snacks?" he asked, and I noticed that Alice had left my bag ofcotton candy on the seat. "Is this your friend's?"

"No. It's mine. It's always been my favorite part of the fair. Would you like some?"I asked, opening up the bag. He laughed and shook his head and I realized what I

had said. My face felt hot and I wasn't feeling quite as brave anymore.

"I'd love to try some," he laughed. Reaching in, he pulled out a small wisp ofcandy, but instead of eating it, he held it to my lips. I watched his eyes as theyfocused on my mouth. I watched his eyes as I leaned forward, reaching out for itwith my tongue, grazing his fingers as I drew the candy into my mouth. By the time Ileaned back, it had already melted on my tongue, leaving a sweet taste behind.

"Can I have a taste now?" he asked, his gaze steady and unwavering. But he didn't

reach for the bag. He leaned over, always watching, and softly, almostimperceptibly, rubbed his lips against mine. My whole body shuddered and I knowthat I let out a harsh breath. Emboldened, he moved his hand along my back,drawing me closer, before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth, gliding his tonguealong it before kissing me softly again.

"That's definitely the best way to eat cotton candy," he said, so close to my lipsthat I could feel the heat across them.

"I agree."

So I pulled some cotton candy from the bag like he had done for me. I held itupan offeringand he opened his mouth and showed me his pink tongue. Thensomething inside me snapped, we were so high up, no one could see and I wanted sobadly to taste it on him, too. So I launched myself at him, kissing his lips, pressingmy tongue into his mouth. I had never been so forward. I had never felt this way, buthe was sweet and warm and so much better than I ever thought he could be.

We were held back by the barrier from the chair, but Edward was able to snake

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his arms around me and pull my upper body up against his, squeezing and holdingme, making me sigh and pant into his mouth.

"Mmmm, Bella. I don't think I'm going to want to let you go," he said, as the wheelbegan to move forward.

"You don't have to," I replied, pleading with him. "Kiss me."

"You're not worried about who'll see?"

"No. Kiss me," I said again, watching and waiting for his lips to touch mine. Andwhen they did, once again, it was wild and fast and exhilarating. Kissing him wasbetter than the most thrilling thrill ride. Kissing him was all I wanted.

When we stopped again at the top, his lips latched onto my neck and his handtraveled onto my shirtcupping me, squeezing, making me want to cry out.

"Can wego somewhere?" I panted. I was on fire. There was no way I couldpretend I wasn't.

"I know a place," he said, his eyes smoldering. He pressed a soft kiss on my lips. Iwas so lost. I had hardly noticed that the ride wasn't moving.

"Are we stuck?" I asked, pulling back, breathing heavy. Edward looked over therailing, shouting down to James. I could tell that he was answering him, but Icouldn't hear him at all.

"They're working on it," he replied. "Normally, this would bother me, but I can'tseem to get very upset about it. I think I like being stuck with you, Bella."

I felt his hand settle on my thigh and move slowly up, grazing my skin with hisfingertips.

"Is this okay? I want to touch you, Bella," he said, his eyes boring into me. "I reallyneed to touch you."

I would have said yes if I could have spoken, but his candor was causing my brainto malfunction. I threw my head back, and he took that as an invitation to taste theskin on my neck and begin moving his fingers higher up my skirt. I was shaking andquivering, moaning and panting and he had barely touched me. If he ever needed an

ego-boost, this was it.

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"You feel so good," he said, breathing into my neck and along my shoulder. Hisfingers on my inner thigh felt amazing, but then he moved them just a little, grazingthe edge of my underwear. I think I stopped breathing waiting for him to move,waiting for him to push his fingers under the rim and onto my skin. And when I felthim I gasped, unable to focus on anything other than the patterns they traced allover me.

I cried out when his fingers delved deeper, no longer teasing or testing. He knewexactly what to do and where to do it. He knew exactly what I needed and when.And as I shook and moaned and finally shattered, he held me against his body,whispering things no one had ever said to me before.

When I had regained my senses and was able to function, I kissed him again,noticing his tongue as it poked through his lips. I pulled back laughing

uncontrollably, unable to catch my breath.

"Is this the way you always react when you come?" he asked, arching his brow.

"No, no. I'm not laughing at you," I replied, blushing. "Well, I am. It's justyourtongue is blue."

He looked at me like I was crazy and laughed, unaware that I had spent the betterpart of the evening talking about the boy in blue, not knowing that he was literally

around the corner. Before I had a chance to explain, the wheel lurched forward andwe were lowered to the ground.

"Sorry, man," James said, raising the bar on the chair. "You know how tricky thisthing can be. It's hard to fix it when your uncle isn't around."

"He's back tomorrow," he replied. "Then you won't have to look at my ugly muganymore."

"This is your last day?" I asked, confused by their conversation.

"No, I'm just filling in. Helping out my uncle." He stepped out of the car, and heldout his hand to help me down.

"So, you don't work here?"

"I've been helping out since I was a kid, but I take classes now so I only fill in from

time to time if they're in the area."

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"So, you live around here?"

I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around the concept. I assumed hedidn't live here. I assumed he traveled. It never occurred to me that he was local.

"I live in Port Angeles. Is that going to be a problem, Bella?" he asked, and I could

tell what he was thinking. I could tell he was wondering if I was looking for someonewho was about to move on. I wasn't looking for anyone, but him.

"No. That's justperfect."

He smiled, shaking his head againamused by something. I didn't care. He livedhere and he wouldn't be leaving.

"I think after that, James, I'm officially off for the evening," he said. "I have adate."

He reached for my hand and led me down the ramp.

"Edward," James called after us. "You forgot your sweatshirt."

I saw a blur of fabric as James tossed it over to Edward and my mouth fell when Iturned and watched Edward slip into a navy blue hoodie.

"Ready for some fireworks?" he asked.

"Absolutely," I replied, squeezing his hand in mine.

He led me through the crowd and I could feel the anticipation building. It hadn'tbeen ten minutes since he last kissed me and it was already too long.

As we walked through the fairgrounds, he led the way, but would continuallyglance back at me, smiling with his whole facesmiling with his eyes. I was giddyand crazy and needed to just get to where we were going.

I realized that we were headed for the shore, just past the fairgrounds. The grassyterrain slowly turned to gravel, then finally to a pebbly sand. Small bonfires burnedalong the shore and couples on blankets curled up on the dunes.

"Bella!"

I turned toward the voice and saw Rosalie, standing with her arms wrapped

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around Emmett. Alice and Jasper were huddled by the fire behind them.

"He was flying back to me," she said, grinning from ear to ear. Her arms circledhis waist and he bent his head down, kissing the top of her head.

"I missed you too much," he said.

"Should we sit?" Edward asked, motioning to the fire.

"Is thatare you sure?"

I wanted to be alone with him, but I also wanted so much sit with Edward by awarm fire with my friends. I introduced him to everyone as we took our seats on thesand. Edward leaned back on his hands and pulled my back against his chest. He

wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.

"You're shivering. You should have a jacket."

"I'm not cold," I replied, shaking my head. He did this to me. He made my bodyhum. I felt his chest rise and fall. I relaxed into his arms, feeling so perfect and soright.

As the first set of lights exploded in the sky, I glanced around the fire at my

friends. Alice and Jasper whispered softly to each otherwrapped up in their ownworld. I wondered if they were discussing wedding vows.

Emmett and Rosalie stood behind them, still embracingstill beamingwatchingthe fireworks with their true loves.

And I craned my neck behind me, glancing at Edward, marveling at his steely grayeyes, so deep and penetrating. I tugged on his blue sweatshirt and buried my headin his chest.

I'm sorry, Madame Zelda. Now I believe.

A/N: As always, my love and thanks to Nina for beta'ing and Ser for

pre-reading.

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