In Edward's car driving home from Port Angeles
(You are young and so am I, and this is wrong but who am I to judge, it feels like heaven when we touch, I guess for me this is enough)
"This is wrong." Edward's velvety and satin voice seemed to emphasize the wrong in his sentence. "How?" My quizzical tone sounded weak and coarse in comparison to his heavenly one. His face contorted in sadness and anger. "You don't seem to grasp how dangerous I can be-I am to you right now." My face must have showed my misery at the prospect of what his words could mean because his face seemed to twist in even more anger than before. I tried to lighten the atmosphere. " Well, at least I know one other thing about you-you're dangerous." It worked. He smiled his crooked smile. " I thought we already established that." Before I could say anything else, he started to speak again. "Besides, me being dangerous is not as worrisome to me as your reactions. You never seem to react-properly." I smiled at his comment. " I thought we already established that." He grinned.
(You are young and I am scared, you're wise beyond your years but I don't care)
It was amazing to me how Edward seemed to admit to my suspicions so easily. I could tell my non-chalant reactions put him off, and he seemed to be angry. As I dwelled on this fact, he seemed to wake up from his reverie and finally spoke. "I thought that maybe this would change something, like it would magically make this easier." I didn't really understand what he was saying. Even though I knew he couldn't read my mind, it seemed like he could at that moment. "I'm sorry. It's so easy for me to be vague with you-you seem to be so much more perceptive than most." I still didn't fully comprehend what he was saying, but I didn't let him know. I liked the way he said I was smart, even if I didn't believe him. Every time he talked to me my heart seemed to soar. I knew it was wrong, but I am only human. It's not my fault he was so perfect.
(We're one mistake from being together, but let's not ask why it's not write, you won't be seventeen forever, and we can get away with this tonight)
We finally arrived back at my house. He whispered goodnight. I asked him if this closeness was harder for him. He replied no, but it would be harder tomorrow. "I'll have forgotten." As I opened the door, I said "So don't forget." He smiled. "I won't. I'll see you tomorrow. Sweetest dreams." I walked up to my house, my heart flying in a beautiful blue sky. I knew, of course, that it was wrong. But how could I help the fact that I loved him?
(Will you remember me, you ask me as I leave, remember what I said, oh how could I , oh how could I forget?)