The long and lavishly beautiful glorious day was reaching its peak. Bella Swan, a high school girl, sat in her seat in biology class, right next to the beautiful gorgeous Edward Cullen. His hair, bronze in color, shone as if it was on a perfect, sculpted angel. His face did not betray the appearance that his hair gave. His face was strong, serious, and he was posed slightly like The Thinker. His perfectly beautiful palm was supporting his face, his eyes, slightly tainted gold from his thirst, closed without much effort.
Bella had been keeping his secret for a while, and that was why she noticed when the sun, which had broke through the usually stormy cloud cover of Forks, shone promptly on the crack of Edwards glorious, perfectly sculpted buttocks.
Bella could not help but stare. His skin, it looked as if a careful, withering old woman with careful fingers forged over many, many years of practice sewing her grandchildren those warm and socially scarring sweaters, had taken a needle to Edward's skin and weaved it slowly and carefully through the pores, etching permanently beautiful sparkling diamonds into the porcelain, yet strong skin.
It was then she remembered that others could see her beautiful future husband's butt and she grabbed his hand and promptly shoved him out the window, and no one in the classroom cared. Edward flipped onto the ground and the sun peaked.
"Edward, my love, you must get out of the sun!" Exclaimed an erratic Bella, as the brunette dragged Edward's hands and moved through the wind. The cold wind felt like a million velvet scarves being pressed to Bella's abdomen.
"Come, Bella, I shall carry you to our destination." Before Bella could open her mouth, she was lifted and flown to her house.
Charlie wasn't at home. The house was empty, and the clocks clicking made the air stiff and Bella became paranoid. She looked outside, watching as the green ferns blew in the wind.
Edward approached her from behind. Bella had to double take.
He was so breathtaking, and with the shades drawn up at the angle of which they were at, the sun shined on his skin so that those beautiful, fluorescent diamonds revealed themselves for Bella and Bella alone. He had removed all of his garments, and his body was just like what you would find in the most expensive museum, in the section that a little boy begs his tired mother to let him in but his mother will not allow him access, because it is far too adult for him.
"Bella, I have been wanting to show you this ability of mine for a long time. Here, have a candy. Please give me the wrapper when you are finished."
Bella lifted a pale, firm hand and encased it around the hot ball, unwrapping it and plopping the thing in her mouth. She revolved it around her tongue, enjoying it. She returned the wrapper to Edward and he dropped it on the floor.
"Edward, my love, why did you drop that?" He held up a finger to silence her.
The air was filled with that music that plays in those romantic movies, when the hero and the heroine finally reunite and go at it in the hotel room. Edward squatted down, and with a pained expression his shining butt cheeks opened and he sat upon the wrapper. When he stood, Bella observed that the candy wrapper was firmly held in between his butt cheeks. Bella was captivated.
With much effort, Edward strode over towards the trashcan. He radiated so brilliantly, with moisture sticking to his face and on his firm chest. He opened the lid and handed it to his long time partner, who observed the lid as if it had come from Johnny Depp. Edward crouched and opened his butt, and the wrapper drifted slowly, slowly, slowly...
Off the rim and onto the floor.
With a movement so fast that even Bella did not see, Edward bent down and chucked the wrapper into to trash. Bella gaped at her personal Adonis.
And then Bella passed out and into a coma from his sheer beauty.