Bella's Journal
Chapter One: In which Edward finds Bella's Journal.
Edward had just left Bella for the night. She had gone about her usual nightly routine, thinking that Edward had gone home to the rest of his family. How wrong she was. Edward, indeed, had gone home to the rest of his family. He had left his car and had already run back, waiting outside her bedroom window. He had to wait until she had fallen asleep, which could take quite a while, but it felt like nothing to him. When she had fallen to sleep, he opened the window carefully, climbing through it, closing it behind quietly so not to wake her.
He resumed his normal place, in the chair by the window, which was not only the most convenient place for a quick exit, but it was the perfect place to watch her sleep. Bella fascinated him, even in her sleep, as she spoke about the most random things, but mostly about him, which he enjoyed very much. He thought, though, what he was doing was wrong, but he just couldn't keep away, he loved her too much to think rationally, or of anyone else but himself…and of course Bella.
Tonight was a relatively peaceful night, she was tossing and turning very little, and she didn't say very much either, just Edward's name, and that she wanted him to stay. Edward liked the thought of staying, he liked it very much. Usually, Bella didn't sleep this peaceful, it was already 2 in the morning and he usually had to leave twice by then. She would be saying "Edward, don't leave me, not like this" or "No, Edward, please," and she'd wake up nearly screaming his name. Edward, like the fact he was a starring character in her dreams, but not the fact he had no idea what was going on, or how to stop her worrying about him leaving or whatever else he was doing in her dreams. He was a little worried that none of the typical occurrences where happening but everything seemed ok.
He watched her tentatively, as she lay there, still, a sleeping beauty in a world full of thorns, gently sweeping stray strands of hair out of her face. He kissed her lightly on her forehead before going back to sit in the chair. Just as he took another step he nearly tripped and fell over a book. Edward falling over something over something was an unusual event, but finding a book on Bella's bedroom floor was not. This book was different. It had no dusk cover, which all of Bella's books had, as she only ever bought hardback books. The next abnormal thing that Edward noticed was that it was incredibly old and tatty, like it had been forgotten about. Bella never forgot about books, and her books were only tatty down the spine from being read too much, this book's spine was in pristine condition. Next, he noticed that the book cover was made of smooth, red velvet, which was odd for any reading book to have. It had a gold pattern, like entwined leaves, around the border. It was a very beautiful book, despite it very poor state, but the book had no title
Curiosity arose in him instantaneously, wondering what secrets that this unique book may be concealing. Crossing to the chair, he scoped up the book, unable to resist. He opened the velvet cover of the book. He knew what he was doing was unacceptable, he knew that if Bella ever found out he was reading her books, or even in her room at night, she become extremely outraged, which he hoped never would happen. But the curiosity to find out what this book contained, whether it be another Austin novel which it was most likely to be, or something a little different, he just had to know, he was compelled to read it. So, unable to resist any longer after he brief internal battle with morals, he opened it fully, reading the first page – which was blank. He turned the page, to find the first page with words on, it read:
Welcome To the Journal of Bella Swan
The Forks Years
Edward smiled to himself. It was most unexpected; he didn't think Bella was the type of girl who kept a journal; she was more of a reader than a writer. Now, he knew the secrets of the strange, red book, but something inside him was still not satisfied. Knowing it was Bella's diary, he didn't want to read it, just as if Bella came across his diary's he wouldn't want her to read them. He knew that it was a very private thing, that it would be breaking the bond of trust he and Bella shared if he read it. He knew that he would probably regret reading it anyway. And he knew that it would completely improper if he did read it, men should never read a woman's inner thoughts and feelings, concealed within a diary. But, not knowing what she was thinking, not knowing what she was feeling, not knowing if she was afraid, as she never reacted as she should, was murderous for him. He had to know, anything, everything about her he could.
His moral side was not winning his internal quest to be good and proper but curiosity was still writhing in him, he just had to read on, he felt duty-bound to, so he turned the page,
January 17th 2005
Today I moved to Forks to live with Charlie. I think I've made a serious mistake. I love Phoenix, I love the heat, the sun, and the fact I can wear t-shirts and shorts all the time and never have to be worried about the weather suddenly changing. I hate it here; I've been here the total of an hour and I already hate it. Everything's to – green; even the things that aren't meant to be green. And the weather is terrible, constant cover of clouds and rain, did I mention ice and snow, yep, ice and snow. Not only is it cold and wet, it seriously doesn't help the uncoordinated. I'm never going to see my shorts again. Charlie, is well, pleased to have me. Apparently he hasn't shut up about it, great, I'm gossip. Charlie is a great Dad though, but he can't cook but I like to cook so it's no problem for me. I met Jake and Billy today, and my new car Charlie bought me, a red Chevy truck, it's perfect. He bought it from Billy. It's a shame Jake doesn't to Forks High, would be nice to know someone. Well, that it's for tonight, need some sleep before arriving in the centre of hell tomorrow – School. Middle of the semester, oh the fun!
Night x
Edward knew that Bella was never keen in cold weather or "any cold, wet thing" as she put it in Biology when he asked her about the weather. Odd really, to say she is dating a vampire, whose skin, is ice-cold. But, Bella in shorts, that was something he would have liked to have seen, that he'd probably never get too see. As he read on about being uncoordinated, he couldn't help but laugh, forgetting Bella was right there, sleeping. She stirred slightly, saying "Edward, stay," before rolling over, pulling her cover around her tighter. He remained amused at Bella's everlasting hate for cold weather and longing for her shorts, and her Dad's gossiping and poor cooking until he read the words "Jake and Billy."
"Great, just great", he whispered, "she's friends with the dogs, that's going to create a few problems."
His mood picked back up again as she described Forks High as "the centre of hell", someone finally, who had the same sentiment on school, but for entirely different reasons naturally.
He put it down after he read the first entry, determined not to read anymore, to try and retain some of his good manners and proper upbringing but he could not refuse his inquisitiveness, he just had to know. Or could he?
(A/N: Hey guys! Well this is my first chaptered fan fic. It was originally going to be a very long one-shot but I thought it would be better if it was a chapter fic, having you hanging on the edge of your seats to find out if Edward can restrain himself :D Hope you like it Chapter Two should be uploaded soon. Enjoy!! )
