These characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer, thanks.
"You promised!" I screeched, throwing the largest volume of Harry Potter I could find.
Edward simply ducked the flying book, staring at me like I had grown an extra head or something. No, I hadn't, but I must admit - that'd be a lot better than this. He put his hands up, almost as if pleading me to not throw anything else and just listen to him. Or perhaps he was pleading for me to be quiet, other people in the house were sleeping and he wanted to keep it that way. I slowly brought my eyes up to a level that met his. His golden colored eyes were black, and it wasn't just from a lack of hunger. I had made him angry, I had hurt his feelings.
"Bella, doll. Things were different then," Edward mumbled as he started to cross the room. I closed my eyes, and felt his arms wrap themselves securely around my waist.
"Don't do this," I muttered as I felt him against my neck. "Stop," I commanded, pushing myself as far away from him as I could, while still being held. "Stop," I mumbled again, "You promised me that if I married you..." my voice caught, but I steadied it myself.
"You promised me that if I married you, you'd change me," I finished gently, finding the courage to look into his beautiful eyes.
"And things were different back then!" He exclaimed, trying to get me to see his point. He had none. I didn't have to hear a made up "story" or anything that he was currently concocting in his head to know that. Nothing had changed between us.
Edward Cullen and I were soul mates. I knew that as certainly as I knew that I was still human. I loved him with every inch - every fiber - of my body. I loved him more than I had ever thought possible. And to think, Mr. Cullen was my first boyfriend. The age gap of a hundred years or so didn't bother me at all. Edward was stuck in a 17 year old's body. I wanted to be with him. Unfortunately, I had already turned 18. I was still a teenager, though, and that was what mattered the most to me.
I didn't want any of the privileges that could be provided to me legally - drinking - if Edward couldn't share in it with me. I didn't want to go any further in my life without knowing for certain that he would be there. I didn't want to go on, worrying that he would really change his mind.
It appeared that he had.
What more did he want?
I married him with every fiber of my being. I was set to graduate in a week. I had married Edward. I was graduating. Carlisle had promised to change me after graduation, but I wanted it sooner. I wanted it to be Edward. He had promised me. He had said that if I married him, he would love me always. He had said that I could be a vampire like him. And yet, why did it seem as if none of this would happen?
"Bella, Bella," Edward said in a soothing tone, causing me to look him in the eyes. "Bella, doll, I love you so, so much dear."
"Then change me!" I exclaimed, trying to keep my anger in check. I honestly was trying. I just wasn't doing very good at it.
"Bella," he said charmingly, "Think about it. If I change you tonight, you won't be able to go to your own graduation. Neither will I, to mention it. Someone would have to stay back and babysit you, make sure you were okay."
"Oh! Like there won't be other graduations later in life!" I exclaimed, furious at him for not keeping his promise.
His lips rested against my forehead. I could tell by his mannerisms that yes, he really wanted to change me. It was killing him that he wouldn't let himself. This was where I was supposed to break down crying and exclaim, "Oh, Edward! Please!" But I wouldn't.
"Why won't you change me like you promised?" I asked, my bottom lip trembling a bit. The tears weren't an act - they were real. Why didn't he love me like I thought he loved me? Or, if he did love me, why wasn't he able to show it by doing this one act? It truly was a small act with little consequence, right? Right.
He sighed. "I just can't right now, Bells. You'd be so sick. One week, please?"
I just stared at him.
"We're married, Edward. You promised," I tried one more time.
"Please, one week? Let me make sure that I can do it. Let me hunt, get other blood in me... I don't want to kill you doing this, Bells. You know what happens if you die," he added. I shuddered at the thought, and he pulled me close. He seemed content that he had talked me out of getting him to change me for the night.
"Let's go to bed," he added softly and moved slowly towards my small bed. I just let him tuck me in, and then he crawled on top of the covers. I could tell that although he was here with me, he was listening in to any sudden movements that Charlie, my father, may make to come in and check on me in the middle of the night. You know, to make sure I hadn't run off and gotten married or something.
"Edward, you have to take these," I said sleepily as I slid the rings off of my finger.
He looked puzzled but he took them anyway. "Why?" I heard. His voice was full of coherence. He never slept at all; such were the ways of vampires.
"Imagine if I told Charlie that tonight for our date, you drove us all the way from Forks to Vegas and back again, just so that we could get married. It's not that believable. And he'd have to kill you, Edward. I love you too much to let him even think about it," I said, stealing a kiss or two.
He chuckled and said something about me needing sleep.
The wedding hadn't been perfect. No one had attended but us. "Another couple of kids who were in love," I recalled the Elvis impersonator's comment. If only he knew how deeply and how truly. I didn't wear a white dress - he didn't wear a black tux. I didn't have flowers, a brides maid, a flower girl. There was no ring bearer. My mother and father weren't there. Edward's family wasn't there.
And yet... it couldn't have been more perfect. The way the kiss tasted, the way it lingered on my lips. The way we said "I do" in our goofy 'I'm just a kid in love' way. The way that he promised me forever.
It was love.
It couldn't have been anymore real than what it was. We couldn't be more in love.
"I love you," were the last words to leave my pale lips as I fell into a deep sleep.