BELLA'S POV.
I had just woken up. I could hear the pounding of the rain against my window. "Edward?" I said out loud. I didn't hear anything in response. "Edward, darling?" Nothing again. I sat up and propped on my elbow. Edward was sitting in my old rocking chair in the corner, staring at me with a strange smile on his face. "Bella, love? I have an idea on what we are going to be doing today!"
Edward was pulling me out of the house, my shoes untied and my jacket still half way off, the rain was already seeping through to my blouse. "Why are we going to the fair, now?" I asked, trying to pull my hair up. "Because, I am almost four hundred and twenty two, and I still haven't gone." he retorted, a look of sheer pleasure engraved on his face.
I have experienced fairgrounds before, and I swore to myself that I was never going back. With all the metal and stuff lying around, just waiting for me to show up and trip over it, it was a nightmare. But I guess it won't be so bad this time- considering my own personal heaven will be there with me to keep me out of harm's way.
Edward threw the door to his shiny Volvo open and slid my gently inside. He reached over me for the seatbelt, pausing to smell my neck. I took this rare opportunity to inhale his sweet, unforgettable scent. After nearly five seconds, he almost jerked away. I immediately crossed my arms and threw a harsh scowl onto my face. He noticed this before he closed the car door all the way. He re-opened the door and gave me sweet kiss.
"What are we going to do while it's raining?" I asked, suddenly feeling better about our day ahead of us.
"We are going to tell the others about our plans, and see if they would like to join." He said, already around the car and revving up the engine.
I flipped the radio on to our favorite station and stared, daydreaming, out the window. I was listening to Edward hum to the tune.
Maybe today wont be such a bad day after all…