"Bella, this is Winston," Edward explained. "He's not a Cullen, but willing to be a "vegetarian" and everything," he continued genially.
"Hello, Winston, I'm Bella," I introduced myself cordially. He seemed nice. He wore a Tee-shirt with an obscure band name and a tiger battling an alien battling a living island on it. His shoes were a dark brown. Like chocolate.
"I know," he replied gruffly. He was distracted; I knew it.
The three of us drove back in silence. Winston sat in the back seat and I rested my head upon Edward's cold yet comforting arm. It was a good thing he didn't drive a stick-shift.
"So, Winston, do you know anything about Forks?" Edward wondered after a while.
"No," curtly replied Winston. He kept on staring out the window.
"It's boring here," I laughed. "The only interesting thing here are you perfect vampires." When I said that he made a face for about a half-of-second but then put on a mask of integrity.
We reached the Cullen's house and he frowned. As we got out he began to squirm a bit.
"What is it, Winston?" asked Edward. "Are you worried about the humans in the area?" Winston shook his head slightly so Edward continued. "Worried about meeting 'the family'?" he asked again. Winston shook his head again. Edward shrugged and led Winston inside. He came back out a few minutes later and drove me home.
"What was that about?" I wondered. Edward shrugged.
The next day, I saw Winston at school. "Hello, Winston." I greeted him.
"Sorry, do I know you?" his face twisted. My jaw dropped.
"I'm Edward's-" I began. "Oh yeah," he said indifferently. "You're Edward's girl."
"And my name IS?" I demanded. "How could you have forgotten?"
"I met about twenty people yesterday, how am I supposed to remember somebody's girlfriend's name?" he glared. I frowned.
Edward slipped up and ended the animosity. "Problems?" he wondered.
I shrugged, and stared at Winston's shirt today. A different band; a stranger shirt.
Later, I was talking to Edward. "Edward, how come Winston has trouble remembering everybody's names? Aren't vampires supposed to be perfect?" I wondered sincerely.
"They aren't always, I guess," Edward frowned. "Yesterday, we were showing him how to hunt and he couldn't keep up."
Winston was a vampire, but not a very good one.
We were walking down by the police station to treat Charlie to lunch when Edward spotted Winston out of the corner of his eye.
"Uh-oh," he exclaimed. I turned around. "NO, WINSTON!" shouted Edward.
As I turned, I saw a blur flash...