A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first Twilight fic, so please be nice!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of the book Twilight. They all belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Many people ask me why Edward and I work. I don't blame them, because to them we seem mismatched. Edward with his grace, charm, and the uncanny way to be pretty much perfect at anything he does. Yet I'm a magnet for trouble, with many near death experiences to my name. I'm completely unperfect for him in the eyes of my classmates. They don't see how a simple girl who looks very much like everyone else broke into the seemingly cold and aloof Edward Cullen. To be honest I'm not sure either, if I had to guess I would say it was the more we saw of each other, the more we liked what we saw. And...well everything spiraled out of control. It didn't matter he was a vampire that would live forever, it didn't matter that logically we would never work out. We loved each other, end of story. But we all know it takes more than just love to make a relationship work, especially ours. We do fight like anyone else, mostly over when he will change me. He continuously refuses he will be the one who will take my life away from me. And while it frustrates me that he won't do the one thing that will ensure us to be together forever, it pleases me a little. To know he cares that much. That he loves me more than whatever it is that makes my blood attractive to him. And from what I've heard around Edward's house that's quite rare. Most of the time vampires just take their victims, solely based on blood no second thoughts. Although I hate it when he says no every time I ask, I know that it isn't because he doesn't want to be with me, it's because the human things about me he apparently seems to love the most. I really don't know how tripping over my own feet, narrowing getting hit by a car, and having a plaster cast on my leg is attractive but to him it is. I guess we really just balance each other out, I love his perfections and he loves my imperfections. And even though his heart doesn't beat like me, and I'm not a vampire, most of the time it really seems to not matter. To me he's just Edward and I'm just Bella to him. And I guess at the end of the day that is what makes it work. Being able to see past the impossible and improbable, past the imperfections, and knowing that we have to live for the moments given to us.