A/N: I tried to find dates and events to make the story a little more like the book, but it might not work. Enjoy anyway.
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Mia
I Do?
Chapter One: Falling
In Colombus, Ohio, 16-year-old Esme Anne Platt was climbing the tree in her back yard, bored out of her mind. It was August 2, 1911 and there really wasn't much to do. She sat heavily on a thick branch and sighed. Her parents wanted her to marry Charles Evenson, the man next door, but she really didn't want to. It wasn't because he was ugly, because he was very good looking, and very rich, but there was something about him that screamed evil. She just couldn't put her finger on what it was. She sighed again.
The sun was setting, casting a bright orangish glow on her, the tree, and her little house. It really did look beautiful, everything bathed in the soft glow of the setting August sun. She only had one more month of summer, but she was looking forward to going back to school. She wanted to be a teacher; she loved kids and helping people. "Esme, dear, time for dinner." Her mother called from the back door. Esme looked around for a way down and lowered herself to the branch below her, thinking it would hold. It didn't. She fell 15 feet to the ground, landing on her leg wrong. She heard it snap and screamed.
Her father came rushing out of the house and noticed her crumpled form lying on the ground. He picked her up and ran her to their car. As quickly as possible, he drove her to the local hospital. She was rushed inside and taken to the ER, where they set her x-rayed her leg and then set it. She had passed out from pain and awoke a short time later to a cool hand checking her temperature.
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at the handsome Doctor Cullen. "H-hello." She stuttered, blushing.
He chuckled lightly. "Hello. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling well. My leg is fine now, thank you."
He smiled, causing her to blush again. "You're very welcome." They sat looking at each other for a little while before the door opened, breaking both of their concentrations. Looking towards the doors, they saw Michael, Esme's father, walking in.
"How is she Doctor?" He asked worriedly.
"Wonderful. She can leave whenever you're ready." He replied, once again looking at the beautiful girl.
"Thank goodness." Michael said, smiling. He walked over to help Esme stand. "Time to go back home, we mustn't worry your mother."
"Yes father. Thanks again Doctor."
"You're welcome, Esme." She blushed again and mentally slapped herself for being so foolish. He waved goodbye, laughing quietly. He wouldn't admit it, not even to himself, but he to was smitten with the girl, as she was with him. There was just something about her, he couldn't pinpoint it, but he was drawn to her. Not to mention she smelled absolutely delectable.
Esme left with her father, talking quietly on the way home. Her mother was frantic when they arrived, terrified her daughter was not going to make it. Dinner was quiet that night and Esme went to sleep early, tired from her fall. Which one, she wasn't sure.
The next morning, after a night filled with dreams of the handsome Doctor, she stretched and got out of bed, going to eat breakfast. Charles was down there already, talking to her mother. When he saw her descending the stairs, he smiled, she grimaced.
"Charles."
"Esme. I heard about your fall." Esme stiffened for a moment, thinking he found out about her infatuation with Dr. Cullen, but then, she noticed him looking at her cast. Oh.
"Yes, I thought the branch was thicker than it was."
"Well, I'm glad you're okay."
"I'm fine." She replied, shortly.
"Esme, be nice." Her mother reprimanded. She looked down ashamed and mumbled a quiet sorry to Charles.
"Oh, don't worry about it. You're probably just tired. Must not have gotten a lot of sleep with that big clunky thing in your bed." She laughed, but it sounded fake to her own ears. Apparently, it sounded real to Charles because his face broke out into a wide grin. Again, she grimaced. She walked the rest of the way down the stairs and looked out the window while her mother put a plate of food in front of her on the table. Whispering a small thanks, she dug in.
The rest of the day she tried to shake off Charles, but he wouldn't leave her alone. He was 3 years older than her, but he acted as if he were 2 years younger. It was driving her insane.
Finally, around dinner, his mother called him home. He left, after placing a chaste kiss to her cheek, causing her to frown. Her mother noticed and smiled at her. "He's a fine boy Esme."
"Sure."
"Why don't you like him?"
"He's so...obsessive."
"He's a man, of course he is." They shared a laugh before getting serious again. "Your father really likes him you know."
"I know."
"He expects you two to wed."
"I know."
"Do you?"
"I do."
"But you don't want to." It wasn't a question.
"No."
"I'm sorry. I think he's a fine boy too."
"You already said that mother." Esme replied, smiling.
"I know, I just thought I'd get my point across. You're a good girl. Whatever choice you make I'm sure will be a good one."
"Thanks."
"Love you dear."
"You too mother."
A/N: If I get enough reviews, I'll continue, otherwise I'll just abondon it. I know I have so many others to finish, but oh well.
Thanks again. Love you all. Happy Valentine's Day- Mia
