A Ilha do Amor

Moving on Up

Carrots? Has anyone seen any carrots? The plot bunny attacked and well, you all are going to reap the benefits. NEW STORY! I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately and well, I'm going to lighten it up a bit. It's not going to be a humorous story (though there will be some funny bits) but it will be romantic. Some drama...some light angst (there needs to be some sort of conflict or it wouldn't be worth reading, kids).

Yeah, that isn't mine.

Bella's take on the departure will be up next, reading Edward's love letter, transitioning back to life in Seattle, moving into the bigger apartment, going back to work and dealing with the ex will be in the next chapter.

Chapter Fifteen: Moving on Up

BPOV

"Give me the largest glass of whatever alcoholic you have that's legal," I said as I plopped down in a bar in the airport of Dallas/Fort Worth.

"How strong, darlin?" asked the young bartender.

"As strong as you got, darlin," I retorted back.

"How about a Long Island Iced Tea?" he winked.

"Heavy on the booze, light on the 'tea'," I snickered. He nodded and went about making my drink. I took out a twenty and played with it until my drink was ready. The bartender put my massive drink in front of me. I handed him the money. "Keep the change."

"Thanks, darlin," he quipped as he rang me up. I slurped down my drink, nibbling from the bowl of peanuts in front of me. It was strong. I could feel the effects of the booze hit me immediately. Then again, I hadn't eaten much since breakfast with Edward. Drinking without eating is not wise.

Eh, fuck it. I'm miserable and cranky. Why not get drunk?

At six in the morning?

My love of my life is in Rio. I'm here. Bring more booze.

Not to mention, I'm PMSing. Wonderful. Perhaps, I should be looking for chocolate in addition to more alcohol. Perhaps combine the two? A mudslide is my next drink, damn it. Chocolate and alcohol. Best of both worlds.

My new friend, Rico, the gay bartender, kept bringing me drinks, switching my choice to mudslides. He also took pity on me, ordering some greasy breakfast food for me as well. Once I was full, I paid my tab and stumbled to a bathroom. I took a quick leak before heading to my gate. Sitting down in the chairs, I pulled out my cell phone, wanting to talk to Edward. Would he be sleeping? I looked at my phone, seeing that it was one in the morning. He was six hours ahead of me. It was seven. I think.

Or was it six hours behind me? I'm so confused.

"I'm calling him," I said as I dialed his number.

The phone barely rung when Edward breathlessly answered, "Bella..."

"I miss you," I whimpered.

"I miss you, too," he said. "When's your next flight? Soon?"

"The plane is already here. The passengers are getting off and it looks like they're putting on the new luggage," I said, watching the workers move quickly under the plane. "What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning," he chuckled.

"Why do you sound nervous?"

"I'm cleaning Alice's house. I needed something to do," he said. "I didn't want to clean my place because I wanted to keep your scent in the house as long as possible. Is that creepy?"