Author's note: So this is kind of a demo type thing, depending on the feedback I may or may not continue this one, so let me know what you think!
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Chapter One: A sweet breeze
He stood there, waiting, balancing on the window to my bedroom, the way he did most nights when he snuck out to come visit me at various ungodly hours of the morning. Of course, Charlie had no idea, and we thought it best to keep even the closest friends in the dark about this one. Not that I couldn't trust Angela or Jessica, but we just wanted to keep this our little secret.
The tree that he used to climb up to my window was largely overgrown, and branches stuck out in all directions, making it fairly easy for Edward to get to me. There was a light wind that started to pick up, and the leaves seemed to cling tightly to their mother branches, and every now and then some old achy branch would moan and sigh with the new movement. I looked up at Edward, and his sleek figure, perched perfectly on my window sill, holding out his hand for me, our eyes locked in such a way that we seemed to know what the other was thinking, and understand what ever it was we each felt at that moment. As I gazed upon him, I noticed the moon hanging in the sky, nearly full, but not quite, and the sky was just ridden with stars. There were no clouds out tonight, on this beautiful morning of June.
Any other night, and the picture here before me would have been normal, and gone unnoticed. But tonight was different. Tonight, was my farewell. I was leaving this place- we were leaving this place. Edward and I were finally going to be spontaneous- for once in our lives we were going to do something rash, and experience something completely new. I would have been terrified with anyone else, but Edward had this way of making me feel safe around him. And I trusted him more than anyone in the world. He was my Edward.
My Edward.. That seemed to hold a certain ring to it- but I still didn't like the idea of marrying him. Not that I didn't want to spend forever with him, and only him- that's the only thing I've been so sure of in my life. But marriage was so… naïve.. My mother had spent years on educating me on the spoils of marriages, and the mistakes that she and many other people have made, and the stupidity people gain when they think they're in love. But that's the only way he'd allow us to runaway together. He had originally told me that we had to do the entire wedding ceremony, but I persisted that we do the quick legal way, and worry about ceremonies later. He finally obliged. It was more of a compromise, meeting half way.
So I looked around my room one last time, made sure my note for Charlie, Angela and Jess were all arranged neatly on my pillow, and I grabbed my bags, and then I looked up at Edward, into his perfect, loving eyes that shone just for me, and I put my hand in his, and felt an exciting electrical current that sparked as our palms met. I knew I loved him. And I knew he loved me. That was all we needed, that and maybe Edwards breathtaking Volvo, some extra cash, and maybe a few other necessities. We could make it for a whole summer. Maybe longer if we wanted. All we knew is that it was time for some sunshine in our lives, a real, decent summer.
Edward helped me down, and lightly tossed my bags onto the floor as we made our way down the tree, and when he jumped off onto the grassy carpet beneath him, he held his arms out as if to catch me. I had done this so many times before, but this time just seemed so much more symbolic. I took a deep breath and gently leapt down and landed into his strong cradle of muscle. I looked up at him, and put one hand against the side of his angelic face. He looked at me, and our noses touched ever so slightly, and then he kissed me in his romantic sweet, perfect way that he always did. His lips always held such passion in them, and when we kissed- I swear we were the only two people on the planet for those brief seconds. He always made me feel that way; like I was the only one that mattered. We parted, and he set me down on my feet, and I reached up to give him one more quick thank you kiss, and then he picked up my bags for me, and took my hand in his, and we ran silently around the house to his car, which he had left on the street, in neutral, with the lights off, and both doors open, ready for action. We slid into the car, situated our belongings, and then he steppe out of the car to start pushing. I grabbed the wheel to steer while Edward managed to get his car's momentum going by himself. Once we were ready to start the engine and close the doors, I looked back at the house for one last glance at my little home in forks. It would always be home to me. No matter how far away I traveled, or for how long- I adored this house, this home. And I come back, someday. Whether that was in 3 months or 3 years.
Traveling much faster now, almost too fast, as speed limits were simply out of the question when you drove with Edward, he turned on the headlights, and we sped toward the freeway. As we sped past all the sleepy neighborhoods, I watched the trees swaying gently in the breeze. I noticed the general direction that they were all leaning and I smiled.
"Edward, the wind is blowing south."
He looked over at me, and smiling he said, "It's a sign… Yes, with the wind on our side, we'll be in Mexico in no time."