I am sad to report that I am not Stephanie Meyer and I do not own a Yellow 911 turbo Porsche, yet
Ever wonder what would happen if Edward and Bella were riding in a plane and it crash? Well first Edward and Bella would freak and…well…you'll have to read my awesome story to find out the rest. Yeah that's right this story is all about what misfortunes happen upon Bella our little DANGER MAGNET.
I am sad to report that I am not Stephanie Meyer and I do not own a Yellow 911 turbo Porsche, yet. Yeah I don't actually own these characters soooo yeah
Bella's pov
Oh and if you haven't read Twilight yet go shoot yourself in the foot (ok so be smart and don't actually shoot yourself for all you people who take things literally)
Expensive things
I stood there frozen, like a statue, stiller than I thought possible for anyone as clumsy as me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; I didn't want to believe what I was seeing. Every fiber of my being willed it to go away, far away where I would never have to look at it again. I turned to glare at Edward as it continued to sit there mocking me.
"It's too expensive." I breathed
He shrugged, trying (and failing) to conceal a smile.
"You need it. We both know that your car just adds to the long list of ways your likely to die. That thing is a death trap on wheels! I never though I'd say this but that car is more dangerous than me." He paused, flashing his teeth in my direction "You need a new car and I think a bright red Ferrari 430 Spider would be a perfect match for your personality."
I turned away from him, giving him the cold shoulder. He knew I hated expensive things. I blinked and Edward was suddenly seated in the driver's seat of "my" new car.
"Let's go for a ride" he said, patting the tan leather upholstered seat next to him.
I looked at the car in a whole new way, it was no longer a much too expensive gift but a horrifyingly fast car with an even faster driver. I gulped. Edward tended to completely ignore the speed limit and drive at an average speed of around 120 mph. I shook my head in a jerky motion from side to side. Edward sighed reading my expression and before I knew it I was seated next to him in the car. Sometimes he was too fast for his own good.
"Bella I'm going to take you to dinner in Port Angles okay? It isn't fancy and I didn't spend a dime, I promise." He soothed, patting my hand as he pulled out of his garage. Although I knew his reflexes were so superb that he could probably drive flawlessly with his feet, it still bothered me when he didn't keep two hands on the wheel.
"Edward can you keep two hands on the wheel? Please." I asked softly in defeat
"Sure, whatever you want Bella." He said, moving his hand off of mine and onto the steering wheel.
My heartbeat was probably audible to a hearing impaired human by now. I was so worried about our dinner date. What if I was under dressed? What if I was over dressed? What if he makes me laugh and milk flies out my nose? Ugh let's face it I'm an accident waiting to happen. After tonight someone will probably end up dead in a pit of ravenous salmon.
The car slowed to a halt in a parking place adjacent to the restaurant door. I looked up, surprised that we were already there. The restaurant looked really really expensive. It was between a diamond shop and a designer clothes store. He definitely didn't spend a dime. Over a hundred dollars, yes but not just a dime oh no Edward had to go buying me a bunch of stuff and make me feel guilty. Once I finished my mental spasm I noticed Edward was standing at my side, holding the car door open. His bronze hair fluttered in the wind and his eyes sparkled with anticipation. He was obviously excited for whatever he had planned. I sighed. God knows what he has planned. I looked away from his face for the first time and noticed what he was wearing an ivory colored cashmere sweater that wrapped tightly around his sharply chiseled muscles. Why did I have to be so plain? Edward was just too perfect to be real.
He held the door open for me when his body suddenly went rigid. Seconds after he leaped to my side and wrapped me in his icy cold arms I heard the sound of gunfire.
