Okay, so here's the story I've been writing for a while now.. Usually during school and stuff when I get bored. It's pretty long so far, so I'll try to post the chapters without a long period of time in between them. We all know that I didn't make Twilight (by Stephenie Meyer) or the characters and all that, so yeah. I hope you enjoy the story, and tell me what you think. Also, I know you'll have some questions, but just keep reading, okay?
I sat on the small wooden porch swing that was leaning against the side of the house, near the door. I wondered what kind of hell would come for me next. Was there anything else to face? I have met vampires and werewolves – was there anything else? As I sat there, I tried to imagine what else could be out there. Perhaps I'll see seven dwarves marching along one day.
I felt a light breeze against my cheek and, for the first time today, looked at the sky. It was nearly dark now.
"Edward." I whispered, knowing he would hear me.
In an instant, he was standing right in front of me.
"Enjoy your little 'break'?" He asked. Did I detect the hint of sarcasm?
I had asked Edward for some time alone today – I needed to clear my head. Since Charlie's death, I've been really zoned out.
"I'm fine." I gave a reassuring smile – or so I thought. He scrutinized my face.
"Bella…" he began.
I groaned and leaned closer to him to bury my face in his flawless chest. He hesitated, then wrapped his long arms around me.
"It's been a month, Bella" he murmured into my hair. I groaned again and hid my face even more.
"I think it's time we talked about it," he continued. I made the mistake of peeking up at his beautiful face. His expression was solemn, but his eyes were very gentle. He took my watery eyes as a hint.
He was just about to drop it when I spoke.
"What is there to talk about?" I whispered for fear of my voice deceiving me.
He started to glare at me, but he stopped himself.
"Your thoughts, for starters," he touched my cheek with his cold hands. I smiled. Too easy.
"I'm thinking that your hands are cold." He didn't stop his glare this time. I sighed.
"I'm thinking about how much I need you now more than ever."
It was his turn to sigh.
"You're being difficult." He stated, a hint of a smile on his lips.
I smirked. What could I say? My dad, Charlie, is gone forever. I tried my best to keep him safe, but we didn't expect what fate had in store for him.
We stood in silence for what seemed like forever.
"I need you more." He said, trying to lighten the mood. I crossed my arms.
He laughed, to my surprise. I couldn't help but smile.
"Want to go inside now?" he asked, gently nudging me towards the door.
"Sure." I replied.
He took my hand in his and led me into, still, the unfamiliar white house. I had been staying with the Cullens ever since the… accident. I shudder at the thought of the word.