Never Think

Edward

I put down my mobile with a feeling of dread and guilt. I sighed and resumed my pacing. In the past few hours I had memorised every corner of

my bedroom and worn my carpet down to at least an inch. I couldn't help it; I was nervous.

Bella

I was excited. I had just gotten off the phone to Edward, who had asked to meet up with me later that day, normally I would've declined on such

short notice, but I just couldn't refuse him. He had left school a few months ago having finished his year, whilst I had chosen to stay in Forks High

School for an extra year in the hopes of going to university, the work-loads were so huge that we never got round to seeing each other anymore,

except on certain days that I could sacrifice my lessons; like gym-I was a danger, and I was doing my classmates a favour by not attending. But

unfortunately, the lessons only lasted an hour and more often than not, we were surrounded by other people; little pixie-like Alice, beautiful

Rosalie, bear-like crude commenting Emmet and laidback (slightly psychotic) Jasper. Since the beginning of the year, Edward and I had hardly

gotten any 'alone time', but we both knew how much we loved (and would do anything for) one another. And we were both free this weekend, I

couldn't wait.

After several different outfits, I finally settled for a pair of comfortable jeans, small, pumps, my favourite royal blue top which (judging by the

abysmal weather) would probably remain hidden by a navy hoody and huge winter coat. I examined myself in the full length mirror on the inside of

my wardrobe, decided I agreed with my outfit and began eyeing my mahogany hair. I contemplated pulling it up, but knowing full-well that it

would run awry the minute I set foot out of the door, I decided against it, leaving it to fall in brown waves just past my shoulders. With ten

minutes to go before our rendezvous, I moved onto my make-up. This, I blame Alice for; years ago I wouldn't've touched the stuff, but Edward and

his beautiful face always made me feel plain and self-conscious, though he'd never hear of it if I told him this. I kept it to a bare minimal, (just a

hint of mascara) before grabbing my mobile and keys, yelling 'bye, see you later' to Charlie, my dad and racing out the door, cursing under my

breath for being late again. I fled down the soggy street, (Forks hardly ever saw the sun) turning right at the corner and sprinted straight for the

woods to the small clearing a few yards away. Upon nearing it I noticed a figure in a grey woollen coat, hunched over on an overturned tree with

his back to me. My heart skipped in my chest and I felt a smile light my face as I recognised him. I paced forward to tap Edward on the shoulder.