A/N: The rules of FanFiction include not having one or two liners as a 'story' or chapter. I'm not totally sure what they mean by that.. Kinda. A little :) But this is the only way I can make sense of it.

Italics and non-Italics represent a separate POV.

As usual, all characters belong to Ms Meyer, but story/plot belongs to me.

The door slammed and I ran as far as I could. It was raining slightly but I didn't care. My head was filled with other thoughts. What would happen. Where would I stay. But I didn't look back, I just kept running. I slipped a few times but I always picked myself back up and carried on. I fumbled in my bag looking for tissues. I couldn't find one so I wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

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I was laying on my bed.

The tears kept running down my face.

I sat right up.

I turned and screamed obscenities over my shoulder.

My hands shook with nerves.

The shouting faded.

My head filled with thoughts of her.

I got to the bus stop.

I waited patiently.

I flagged the bus down.

I picked up my phone.

My phone vibrated in my lap.

'I'm here for you. x'

I wiped away my tears.

Did she get it?

'Thank you xx'

I smiled. She did.

He was too good for me.

She was too good for me.

I counted down the minutes.

I counted down the seconds.

Soon I would be in his arms.

I imagined her in my arms.

I am such a fuck up.

She was perfect.

What miracle gave him to me?

What had I done to deserve her.

I love him.

I love her.

I was getting close.

She should be here soon.

Shit. Traffic.

I waited for a sign.

Finally. Cars are moving.

What was taking so long? Was she hurt?

I fidgeted with the necklace he gave me.

I always wore the chain she gave me.

The bus stopped and I got off.

She said she was nearly on her way.

I turned into his road.

I watched the world from my window.

I was getting close.

I could hear footsteps.

I could see his house.

The footsteps got louder.

I was walking up his driveway.

I could see her now.

I held back my tears.

I watched her walk up my driveway.

I felt so stupid now.

I watched her standing there. She looked so beautiful.

I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell.

I finally got my sign and ran downstairs.

I looked down at my shoes. Both filthy and muddy.

I opened the door. She always looked much better in person, better than the one I worshipped in my head.

I still kept my head down.

I let her take her time.

He smelt the same as always. Amazing.

I wondered what was going through her mind.

I don't want hurt him.

I reached for her hand and gently pulled her into my house.

Was I doing the right thing?

She hesitated at first.

His hands feel so warm.

How long has she been out? Her hands are cold.

I held onto his hand, leading mine.

I hope the house was warming her up already.

Should I take off my dirty shoes?

I wouldn't care if she took her shoes off or not.

I took them off.

I stood aside as she unpicked the laces.

He waited for me.

We walked up to my room.

We were alone in the house.

Her mind was elsewhere.

He was looking at me with wary eyes.

She smiled.

He made me smile for the first time in days.

Her smile never ceased to amaze me.

He smiled back at me. I could watch this forever.

She looked so beautiful in this light.

I could feel him watching me as I looked out of his window.

I walked up behind her.

I felt him walk up towards me.

I didn't want to scare her.

He picked up my hands.

She dropped her hands.

I'm not sure if I can do this.

I waited for a moment and tried again.

He found my hands again.

This time she squeezed them tight.

I turned around to face him.

We locked eyes.

I looked away and sighed.

She's having doubts.

I was never good at this.

I pulled her close to me.

I looked at his lips.

I licked my lips.

I closed my eyes.

I leaned towards her face.

I felt his breath on my neck.

She fit perfectly in my arms.

I stood on my tiptoes.

I wanted to tell her it would all be OK.

It started to feel right.

I didn't want her to feel rushed.

I found his lips.

I lifted my head back up to take a good look at her.

He stopped.

My lips crashed down on hers.

He did want me.

My lips brushed against hers, my tongue gave a little lick.

I let out a soft moan.

How could someone taste so sweet?

I wanted him to feel how I did.

She bit my bottom lip.

He pressed against me a little bit harder.

I hovered my lips over hers and kissed.

I kissed back.

She pulled away from me.

I looked up at his eyes.

She opened her lips to speak.

'"I'm not scared anymore.'

A/N: My first attempt at one shot. If this story sounds familiar to any FanFics or stories (keep in mind I only generally read Twilight FanFics and not a lot of them), it is merely a coincidence and I mean no harm.