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Ugh. Why did everything about Edward have to be perfect, or, more importantly, why did everything Edward do have to be perfect? I knew, in the back of my mind, that it really wasn't his fault, but it was just so…frustrating, at times. It wasn't just the way he treated me, or how good looking he was, or the fact that he seemed to put me as his number one priority, even sometimes ahead of his family (which often made things a little awkward, even though they insisted they could look after themselves). It was the way he looked into my eyes, even for the briefest of moments, like I was some sort of goddess, some sort of deity that he worshipped. Ok, so I might be getting a little carried away, but that really is what it feels like. I mean, I am my own person, and it really isn't necessary for him to carry my books to every class, or watch my every move with such anxiety that something horrific may happen to me. Yeah, like there are two hundred mass murderers in this tiny town of Forks, just waiting to take a chunk out of me with their Texan chainsaws. Hah.

And what makes me even more uneasy is that, well, he's a virgin. A one hundred and nine year old virgin – who decided to lose it to me, the tedious, boring Bella Swan. He hasn't even ever been in love before…which is almost hard to believe, seeing as over the centuries many girls must have thrown themselves at him. But no, Edward remains pure. At least, he says, until after our wedding. Our wedding. Oh God. I was in love with him, and he was in love with me. That was the part that I still could not fully understand. He was in love with me. He was marrying me. He was staying abstinent for me. But I mean, I haven't exactly made it easy for him, with the whole 'No, Bella, I have to remain in control, I would never want to hurt you' thing that he brings up every time I try and reason with him. I don't even know why I didn't just grab the chance he threw at me when we were in our meadow. But no, I didn't. Of course I didn't. I just wanted to keep him happy, keep it how he wanted it in the first place. The way we had planned. After the wedding, I keep telling myself.

These thoughts, of Edward's love, of the wedding, of what will happen after the wedding, of changing into one of them, they just kept reeling like a movie in my mind; the actors saying and doing things only I desire, and would probably never happen. And so, I pulled my head from the clouds, only imagining what would happen in our very near future, thanking god that Edward couldn't read my mind, and carted my, ever hormonal, self back into reality.

I sat on my wooden chair that faced my age old computer, that had the slowest modem known to man, and finally begun typing my email responding to Renee's latest. It was about how she and Phil were planning on going on a trip around Canada, how Phil's work was going and that he was taking very good care of her, and she asked how the plans for the wedding were. I replied, telling her to have fun in Canada, and to send lots of pictures, and reminded her that the only reason that I left her was because I knew she was in Phil's capable hands and would be fine without me. I paused before answering the question about the wedding. After pondering for a moment, or two, I quickly typed about how Alice had somehow taken most of the responsibility for everything, much to her delight, and that I couldn't wait until she flew in from Phoenix to visit for the wedding weekend. I finished with a short, but sweet, 'Love you mom, and still missing you heaps, from Bella,' and then hit the send button. I waited for my inbox to refresh and checked for any new unopened emails. None – of course, because I am just the prime model for Miss Popularity.

Charlie poked his head around the door, still in his full police chief outfit, and smiled, 'everything okay, Bells?' I nodded once, and he continued before I could say anything about Renee. 'Good…' he nodded his head once and smiled a little more cheerily, 'Dr. Cullen, as in Carlisle, has invited us for tea this Saturday…' he paused again, looking thoughtful, 'and it's with his whole family, I expect Edward told you about it? Plus…I think it's going to be a sort of,' he searched for the word, 'formal affair…do you think I should wear a tux?' He looked at me smiling, searching my eyes for any indication that I thought he was insane because he was going to try and impress Carlisle Cullen. But it wasn't as if he needed too, he was the police chief of Forks, and I didn't think he was crazy for thinking it, either, because Charlie had only met Carlisle a few times, and if you didn't know them well, he and Esme seem pretty intimidating at first, but then they're just like regular people. Minus the fact that they were vampires – not that Charlie knew. Yet.

'Dad…of course you don't need to,' Edward had, in fact, told me about this dinner his adoptive parents were planning, but he also told me not to worry about anything like that. 'Edward said Esme and Carlisle were going to make this casual, so we could all bond more, like in-laws to be,' Charlie almost grimaced at the brief mention of the wedding, and how he would soon be the father in-law to Edward, but then he reminded himself (just in time, before I frowned at him) that he was happy for me, that he was a proud father, and that despite his efforts for me to bond with Jacob, I was in love with Edward. Besides, I think he liked the idea of becoming good friends with one of the best doctors in the United States. But, the only bonding I wanted to do was with Edward, naked. Stupid hormones, I mentally growled to my self. Charlie smiled, fathering-ly, and seemed content with my response and opened his mouth again.

'Oh yes, and Renee called…said to remind you about an email she sent you two days ago?' He sighed, talking about Renee wasn't difficult, but it was sort of awkward when he talked about it with me, his daughter that had lived with her for most of her life.

I stood out of my wooden chair, 'Don't worry…I just replied to it, I just need to remind her how slow the modem is out here,' I gestured ever so slightly to the lit desktop screen next to me. Charlie smiled again and nodded once, again, then gave a slight wave to signal he was leaving and his head disappeared from next to the door. I stood for a few more moments, hearing Charlie's footsteps echo down the hall on the wooden flooring, then closed my door. I took one stride over to my desk, and hovered the computer's mouse over the start bar. Six forty-seven is what it said in the right hand corner. Edward would be here soon, and the thought made me smile to myself. I quickly glided the cursor to the start menu and click the 'shut down' icon. I walked over to my bed and sighed, laying onto my back with my knees on the air and turned my head toward the computer. The screen went blank.

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