I do not claim to be the owner of any characters in twilight or an objects . I'm just a wannabe . A Fan who wants to own Twilight D=

Bella's Pov.

I prayed to god that these uncanny feelings would go away . That every time I saw him , this lump in my throat would grow .I felt like crying, because my feelings for him were on more of a different level than his than I thought . I wanted to take his hand in a grasp and kiss gently at his beautifully crafted fingers by the one above . I wanted to kiss him a thousand times and make love to this perfect being in an indefinite number . I wanted to sprawl out on the bed for him, and let him caress my supple c cup breast . My skin fair . I wanted him to put his lean long fingers through my brown locks .

I wanted our scents to mix .

I wanted us to become one .

Even though, in all Technicality we were in instances .

I sat up upon my bed and continued doing my homework when I heard a knock on my door . My grip on my pen tightened . I bit my lip . I bleed . The knock was harder . I quickly got up and went to go get a tissue from my desk . The Knob was turning . My heart was skipping . I felt it was going to stop . I stood in front of my desk, holding the tissue to my lip . Hoping for no words, I was deathly scared of what I might do .

"Bells , do you have your dress ready for-" He stopped at I cringed at his velvety voice .

It was pure ecstasy when I heard my imagined loved speak .

With him speaking to me, it was like pure sex .

He talked so kindly to me, so gently like I was glass . He would make sure not to say anything to hurt my feelings . Deep in his voice, I could tell he cared. He was very shaky when he spoke to me more often . I finally felt his large soft hands on my shoulder .

"Bells, are you alright?" Before I could speak, he spun me around to see me fully . I looked deep into his eyes and I sighed as he signaled to me to remove the tissue . He frowned . I hated when he did that . Because when he frowned , he was sad . When he was said, he was worried . And usually he was worried about me .

"Bella." He stretched out my name in agony . "What happened?" I was ashamed to say, first falling was my thing . Now the biting of the lip . I would here what he was going to say to me . I hated to here this, but at the same time I wanted to here this . It was some reassurance . He was waiting, pleading for an answer.

"Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen." I closed my eyes as he sad my name , I loved they way he said it.

"I bit my lip . . ." He chuckled lightly and took the tissue from my hands . He did it gently, like I was glass . His body heat radiated over to me and I wanted to melt in his arms . I watched as his lips opened and closed . So tempted. I wanted to kiss him . He took the tissue and dabbed my lip . I started blushing , hoping he wouldn't noticed . He walked away and put the tissue in the garbage .

"Bella dear, be careful . But anyways, did you find your prom dress, you know since I will be escorting you, I must see if the dress is decent or not." he winked and me and I let out a light giggle . He was always trying to be protection for me even when we were younger . Now myself 17 and him 18 . He still was .

"Actually, I have and it is decent ." I did find it . It was perfect.

"Bells, can I see ?" He was pleading . He was beginning . I rather him take it off of me when I had it own .

"No." I smiled to myself.

"Why?" He whined like he was 6 .

"Because it's a surprise."

He chuckled under his breathe and he walked over to me and kissed my forehead . I sighed . I just hated the warmed kisses that only landed on my forehead or cheek . Never my lips , never my body . No where else .

He tussled my long hair . He kissed my forehead once more .

"Goodnight kiddo , get ready for tomorrow !" He sounded excited . I wasn't mom had picked out the dress and it wasn't my idea to wear it.

I watched him walk over across the hall to his room and he turned around before he shut his door . He smiled and me . I smiled back and he shut the door .

You could say that I need to hid these feelings, well because maybe Edward Anthony Masen Cullen was my brother.