Why does God hand some people two amazing things at say pick one? Or even worse, God hands someone two death sentences and says choose one.

If you could swim in cool water, happy and content, for just a day before being burned, wouldn't you take that over never feeling the gentle caress of an ocean's waves? I would.

"Bella, get down here!" my father called. I gulped as I walked down the stairs.

"Yes dad?" I asked, trying to fake innocence.

"Why is Mrs. Stanley calling me to tell me that Jessica had to walk home alone yesterday because you were still talking to a teacher? Do you need me to talk to someone for you? Are you having trouble?"

"No, dad. I'm fine," I murmured. I walked back to my room, thankful that, once again, the bomb had been dodged.

Ten minutes later, I heard my father's door shut, and thirty minutes after that, the TV switched off. I stood up and silently put on jeans, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt. I tossed my tennis shoes out my second story window, and followed them out climbing expertly down a tree.

I was dipping my feet into the cool water.

I walked to the end of the block hearing nothing. I stood in the shadow waiting when strong warm arms surrounded me.

"Shit, Edward," I muttered.

He laughed and said, "I love you too, Bells."

"You scared me to freaking death…"

"But," he said trying not to laugh, "You still love me."

"Of course I do," I said. He kissed my cheek softly. "Now let's go," I sighed impatiently.

"Anxious are we?" he said leading me around the dark corner away from my house.

"My mom is just being overly cognizant right now. I will feel better when we are away from here," I said as his car appeared out of nowhere.

"Well, then where would you like to go?" he asked opening the door for me.

"Take me to our spot," I sighed.

"I don't know why you like it here so much," he whispered fifteen minutes later. Even he was afraid to break the peaceful silence.

"I've told you before," I murmured, leaning into him.

"Tell me again," he asked.

"From here I can see all the beautiful homes with their beautiful owners and pretend like I'm one of them. I can look down the streets and see all the stores with their neon signs and act like I've been there. I can pretend like I belong here so easily. And the more I pretend, the more I realize that I don't want to be there. I look up to the moon and the stars smiling down on me and realize that I already have everything," I whispered in his ear.

"You never cease to amaze me," he whispered back.

We didn't talk much, but we didn't really need to. A few hours later, he took me back home and helped me through the open window.

"Goodnight," he whispered kissing me gently.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I replied.

I walked into my last class of the day a few minutes late with a secret smile. Edward smiled back, winking slightly, making sure no one saw. The teacher did not comment, and just started the movie.

I paid very little attention to the movie we were watching. I was much to caught up in his smiles and his glances. I would be in trouble when it came time for the test.

"Class, please turn in the questions from page 166," the teacher said.

"Crap," I groaned.

"Forget something?" he asked playfully. I nodded with a slight smile, and his expression became more serious. "Bella, this is the second time this week. I'm afraid you will have to stay after class." The bell rang, and I stayed in my seat while everyone filed out. The teacher shut the door and walked up to me.

"Edward," I murmured standing up. He kissed me hard knotting his hand in my hair and wrapping his other arm around my waist. My hands immediately went to his hair, which I twisted around my hands.

I pulled back slightly, and he continued his assault on my neck. "Someone could see," I whispered

"The blinds are closed," he murmured.

"Someone could walk in," I said trying to focus.

"The door is locked." With no more reason to argue, I pulled his lips back to mine.