Just a random idea I got when I was listening to a song called 'One Man Drinking Games' It's by Mayday Parade and I suggest you give the song and the band a go.
The title is based off of another song by The Academy Is… and it's off their new CD. Give them a go too.
Also please note: the title may be subject to change.
"Stupid town, stupid greenery," I muttered as I walked along the sidewalk. "Stupid summer."
I opened the door to the place where I found solace—Esme's.
It was one of the first places I discovered when I came here to spend my summer vacation and I instantly fell in love with it. It was quaint and had quality food.
"Good morning Bella, I see you're two minutes late. No matter though," Esme, the owner of the diner said to me from behind the counter.
"And I see that you're waiting for me, as usual." I smiled at her as I took my usual seat the far end of the counter where Esme waited for me.
"The usual?" she asked me with her little notepad in hand.
"You've asked me that for almost two months and I always say yes."
She smiled at me and shouted over her shoulder, "Edward, Bella's usual!"
I saw a thumbs up from the little window and that was it.
Esme turned around to grab the coffee pot and asked me, "So why are you here?"
"You ask me this everyday when I come in and it happens right when you start pouring me coffee. I usually say it's because my mother sent me here to spend some time with my father before I go to university because she feels she robbed him of my presence since the divorce."
"Then I ask you if you're happy." Esme played along.
"Then I reply with no, I am not, because he's always working and this town is boring. No offense."
"Then I tell you that you're just wasting your time because Forks may not be for some people."
"And then I agree but explain to you that I have no choice since my plane leaves three days before I start school."
"Then I ask if you're happy about your life."
This was the part I hated about our little game. "I say yes and no. I say that my life has its moments but sometimes I want to live something spontaneous and purely amazing. A moment in my life where I would feel infinite."
"Then I tell you that you need to stop being so frigid and live a little. Nothing's holding you back, sweetie. And now you're going to take a sip of your coffee."
I was reaching for my coffee right when she said that. I brought it up to my lips and ignored her previous statement about my life.
She sighed. "And now Emmett's coming here to seduce you." She wiped her hands on her little apron and walked away.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" Emmett Cullen, Esme's son, said as he took the empty stool next to me.
I sniffed the air and said, "It smells like…pancakes, muffins, chocolate chip cookies, and bacon."
He guffawed loudly and said, "Well duh, that's 'cause your breakfast is here. So how about a date sometime?"
Before I had something snippy and snarky to reply with, Esme came up to us with a plate and scolded Emmett, "Stop flirting and serve the food, I didn't raise you to be a womanizer, I raised you to work hard."
"A.k.a. a frigid, monogamous, penguin-wearing git."
"No, a gentleman," Esme said as she smacked him gently on the head with her notepad. "Sex isn't everything."
This is what happened every morning since I arrived to Forks almost two months ago.
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"They're getting the diner redecorated," a boy told me outside the diner when I stood there with the doors closed. "I feel kind of bad for them 'cause Esme is the one overlooking the project because they didn't listen to her when they drew up the blueprints and she's very austere about redecorating."
He was tall and lanky, and had bright reddish brown hair accompanied with bright green eyes that stared at the diner. "I guess I'm skipping breakfast today," I said as I stared wistfully at the closed diner door also.
"Why?"
"Because I wouldn't go anywhere else for breakfast and I don't plan on starting today," I said to the boy.
The wind blew a little and I tugged at my jacket. "Then don't," he replied.
"What?"
"Come to my house, I'll cook you breakfast."
"I'm sorry, did you just not hear me explain about how I wouldn't go anywhere else for breakfast?" This boy was seriously crazy.
"I heard you. I don't see what the difference would be if you let me cook breakfast for you though."
"The difference would be that the food would not taste the same."
"I think it will, maybe it'll be even better."
"I don't think you have anything against Esme's food."
"I think I can do it." He smiled a little.
"Why is that?"
"Because, Bella, I'm Edward."
I gasped and my face was in permanent shock. I had just insulted his cooking ability; what was I suppose to look like?
"I'm so, so, sorry Edward, I had no idea."
His smile became wider and more crooked. "I know, you don't really see much of me since I'm in the kitchen the whole time."
"I apologize," I said again.
"I'll forgive you if you let me cook for you breakfast."
Normally my father would have scolded me and then bound me to a chair to prevent me from agreeing to go somewhere with a stranger but I trusted Edward. After all, he hasn't poisoned my food so far.
"Alright," I said, "But you still have to bake my chocolate chip cookies."
He smiled and started walking.
--
"Can I add the chips now?" I asked for the umpteenth time.
"No," Edward said with an annoyed scowl. "You have to let me mix the batter first."
"Can I mix it?" I asked impatiently.
"Yes," he said and handed me the whisk. "You sound like this is your first time baking cookies."
"It is," I replied a little excitedly and started stirring the concoction.
"You've never done this before?"
"Never, I don't have a cooking or baking bone in my body. Not even a tendon. I over measure, stir too much, cut too thick, or I just lose patience. I've burned quite a few things before."
"And you're going to college like that?"
"For your information, I have mastered the art of toasting a bagel and microwaving water for ramen!"
"Have you ever burned them before?"
I glared at him and sheepishly said, "Maybe." And I returned to stirring.
"Do you want to add the chips?" he asked me.
"Does that mean I have to stop stirring?"
"No, unless you can't multitask."
"I want the chips."
He handed me the bag of chocolate chips and I handed him the whisk.
"Okay, pour little by little, okay?"
I nodded and started pouring it in as Edward stirred gracefully.
"Where are you from?" Edward asked casually.
"Phoenix."
"Why are you here?"
"Your mother asks me that question everyday, think of your own material."
He grinned his little crooked grin and said, "Unlike my mother, I don't see you every morning and ask you the same questions. I don't even know the answer to it."
"My mom wanted me to spend some time with my father before I left for college."
"Where are you going?"
"Boston University."
"That's a long way from Phoenix."
"But it's a good school."
"What are you going to do after college?"
"Get a job."
He stopped stirring to give me a look. "Me too, but what do you want in life?"
"What everyone wants—the good job and whatnot; I just want to be happy."
"Are you happy now?"
"What is it with you Cullens and asking me if I'm happy?"
"Because I know you don't answer the question. When my mother asks you that question it's usually the time I finish cooking your breakfast. Speaking of your breakfast, you order it so frequently that I can practically cook it with my eyes closed."
"Haha," I said sarcastically.
"So are you happy?"
"Are you happy?" I retaliated.
"Of course I am. I don't see why I wouldn't be, of course. Life is wonderful—I get to spend my summer with my family before I leave, I like cooking for my mother's diner, and I am graced by your lovely presence."
I scoffed. "I bet you say that to all the girls you cook breakfast for."
"Not really—I believe you are the first one I've said that to besides my mother and Emmett during his fan girl moments."
"No girlfriend?"
"Nope, I've only had two girlfriends. My first so-called lover ruined my image of female perfection. I used to have this pure image of girls but she proved me wrong. She was quite the flirt."
"What about the second girl?"
Edward pursed his lips. "She pushed for a physical relationship rather than the spiritual and emotional one I wanted."
I didn't know what to say so I changed the subject. "You said you were leaving—where to?"
"I'm going to Seattle for college, and even though it's three hours away, it's still far and I plan on getting a medical degree which is going to be very time consuming. I'm enjoying what I have left."
I nodded.
"Ever had a boyfriend?" he asked me.
"Yes, and kind of like your ex, he showed me that the male gender is just in it for sex. I want that spiritual and emotional bond just as much as you do."
Edward nodded and held up a spoon.
"I believe that there is someone out there who can provide us with something like that. Now start scooping and get the dough onto the cookie sheet like so." He scooped and plopped it onto the sheet before handing me the spoon.
--
Something happened that day. Edward and I quickly formed a friendship. The next day, the diner was still closed and Edward was standing outside.
He waited for me like he promised he would.
I walked with him to his home again and he made me breakfast.
A week went by like that.
I would meet him at the diner in the morning and he and I would walk to the Cullen home and he would cook breakfast for us.
We talked about everything. We laughed about everything. We fought over everything. But most of all, we bonded over everything. We had a lot in common, and we had a lot of differences. But we both wanted the same thing—that spiritual and emotional bond we both desired in a relationship.
It was almost nightfall and Edward and I spent the entire day sitting at the family dining table once again talking since breakfast. Esme would join us for dinner and then excuse herself to 'let us young people talk'. Emmett stayed a little longer till he got bored and left.
Edward got up abruptly and walked into the kitchen. I heard some banging of the cupboards and he emerged with two jars stacked on each other, a butterfly net and a small flashlight.
"I want to show you something," he said.
I got up and followed him to the sliding door that led to the backyard.
The Cullen property was vast and it was like having a forest in your backyard. It started as a normal garden with vegetables and flowers but as we ventured towards the farther end it started to turn more into natural wild foliage. The trees were grand and a dark green in the blue glow of twilight.
"Hold onto my arm." Edward's voice pierced through the silence of the forest.
I did as he said and grabbed onto his arm even though I didn't even get why he told me to. We walked into a meadow and I saw why he told me to.
Above the ground there were summer flowers in bloom and tall grass but at the roots of the plants, it was gnarled and clumped. I lost my balance as I tripped over rocks, and roots and holding onto his arm was the reason I didn't fall flat onto my face.
We eventually stopped in the middle of the meadow where the grass wasn't so tall.
"Have you ever caught fireflies?"
I shook my head no.
"Alright, I'll show you how."
He set down a jar and unscrewed another.
"Hold this." He handed the uncapped jar to me. "Close it when I tell you to."
We walked around the meadow and that's when I saw what we were doing.
We were going to catch fireflies. I saw them fluttering amongst the tall grass aglow. They were luminescent, with their bright yellow glow in the dark blue that enveloped us.
I watched Edward approach a group of them, and with a swish of the net, there were two little lights glowing in the net.
Edward came to me, took them out of the net, and put them in the jar.
"Close it," he said.
I closed the jar and looked into it with fascination.
"Never done this before in Phoenix?" Edward teased.
I shook my head no and watched the fireflies stop glowing and settle on the floor of the jar.
"They're so ugly!" I exclaimed as I looked at their bodies when they weren't flying.
"They are, but not when they glow and you're far away from them. Do you want to try?" Edward held out the little net to me.
"I just swish the net and get them in right?"
Edward nodded and I took the net.
--
"I can't get them!" I shouted a little breathlessly.
"Keep trying, you're bound to get one after ten minutes of trying," Edward encouraged me.
"Help me!"
Edward laughed as he got up and straightened his black shirt and wiped the dirt off his jeans.
He placed his hand on mine on the net and held it up. My hand holding the net with his hand over mine. The net was over our heads and Edward's and my hand made a gentle downward motion. With a swoop we held it back to eye level. Inside the net was a single firefly.
"You caught one," Edward said.
I giggled at my accomplishment and stared at the bright glow.
His hand left mine and he brandished the second jar. "Put it in."
"I have to touch it?"
"You're just putting it in the jar not dissecting the thing."
"But it's a bug and it was so gross looking."
"You caught it; ergo, you have to put it in."
I glared at him and put my hands hesitantly into the net and cupped the firefly into my hands. I felt its little legs prickle my palm as it walked curiously on my hand.
"Ew," I cried as I almost threw him into the jar.
It started to glow again as Edward screwed the cap on. He handed me my victory which I clutched with both hands. It was dark that made the glow even brighter.
Edward placed his hands on both of mine and said, "You're the brightest little firefly in my jar," and kissed my forehead with the lightest touch. (Brightest—Copeland)
I blushed slightly and looked into his green eyes.
His hands were still pressed on mine around the jar. "Do you feel that?" he whispered.
I didn't say anything but stared at him instead.
I felt his hands on mine. The only thing between us was the little firefly that glowed. I was aware of my heart furiously pounding on my ribs.
Edward leaned his forehead onto mine and I gazed right into his eyes.
"Do you feel it?" he asked again.
I don't know why he had to ask again, I was pretty sure he felt it himself. Did he not feel the blood pulsing through my fingers against his hands? Did he not feel how my breathing stopped and how my heart couldn't stop pumping?
I nodded once and that was enough.
"I feel it too," he whispered.
We stared at each other, foreheads together, and his hand over mine over a jar with a single firefly as we bared our souls to each other in the quiet.
It could have been minutes standing there like that, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter when it started sprinkling rain on and off. Neither of us moved.
I felt the tiny drops of rainfall onto our clasped hands.
He felt it. I felt it. We felt that spending basically at least nine hours a day for the past week made us know each other. Some people say they feel like they knew their significant other forever—poppycock. I felt his adoration for me and how much he had learned to care for me as I did for him. Through our clasped hands I told him that I felt the same. I felt exactly the same. I felt the need and craving he had for me and he felt the same need and craving I had for him. With our foreheads touching, I told how he made me feel when we were wrapped up in our own private little bubble no matter how public the place we were at; it was just he and I. I was the wine and he was the wine glass meant to hold me. We went together like the winter and a sweater. (Ho Ho Hopefully—The Maine)
One week I felt like I knew all about him.
One week of knowing him and I still felt like we were meeting all over again.
In one week, I was happy being in Forks.
In one week, I realized I was happy in Forks because of Edward.
In one week, I realized I didn't want this to end.
Because in one week, I realized Edward was the reason.
We just stood there. The only sound was the wind blowing, our little firefly buzzing in the jar, and our breathing.
--
We let go of our fireflies and walked through the dark forest in silence. Edward was patient with me as I awkwardly stumbled through the wilderness, cloaked by nightfall. Our hands were clasped as Edward walked in front of me to lead me through. Neither of us said a word since we were too comfortable in the silence we became so accustomed to in so little time. I knew what he was saying and he knew what I would say back.
"It's beautiful out here," I whispered the obvious when I stopped abruptly to look at the nigh sky. The sky above us was a dark shade of blue—almost a black colour. It was filled with little bright white lights. The full moon glowed enough to barely highlight the mountains nearby and the tiptops of the grand trees that we were walking amongst.
"It is," Edward said. He turned to face me and took my other hand whilst staring upwards.
Still looking up, I said, "Let's sleep out here tonight."
Edward tilted my face down so that we could see each other. "Not tonight—we don't have anything to allow us to camp out here. I promise though, we will soon."
I wasn't angry or disappointed that he rejected tonight because I knew he would fulfill his promise.
It seemed that he wanted to stay out here blanketed by the stars as well when he said to me, "We can't sleep out here, but we can sit here and talk all night. Would you like that?"
I nodded and plopped myself down to the ground. Edward followed suit.
"Bella, why are the stars so amazing?" I asked.
He stared at the sky and said, "I think it's because we can't touch them or be near them. They're always out of our reach so we always wonder what it's like. They're just beautiful in the simplest ways. From down here they look like little balls but they light up so brilliantly. We're entranced by the glow and the fact that they're out of reach."
Edward put his hand on mine.
"They are indeed pretty in their simplicity," I said.
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It was in the early AM hours when I finally became too tired to stay up. Edward practically dragged my sleepy self through the forest to get me back to the Cullen property.
"It's too late for you to walk back to your house, so is it okay with you if you stayed in our guest room tonight?" he asked me when we reached the flower garden.
I mumbled a 'yes' and he patted my back. "Just be awake for a few more minutes because I don't think I can carry you up the stairs since I'm just as tired as you are."
I nodded with what little energy I had left in my drowsy body and blinked with heavy eyelids.
He opened the back door and I vaguely heard Edward explaining that Mother Esme left a note saying that she called Charlie and told him about my whereabouts but didn't say with whom I was with. It didn't matter. I just needed a bed or Edward to stop moving so I could just lean against him and sleep like that.
I felt the stairs beneath me as Edward guided me. Every now and then my foot would hook onto a step and I would stumble, only to have Edward catch me.
"Come on, the bed is right here." Edward guided me in after opening a door. Through my half-open eyes I saw that the wall facing the backyard and mountains was not a solid wooden wall but a glass wall. The moon shone brilliantly into the room and illuminated the bed that had dark green covers and light brown bed frame. Next to the bed was a matching nightstand with an alarm clock that read 3:11AM in bright red. I felt the bed frame against my shins and I instantly fell onto the bed that cushioned my landing with its soft mattress and cool blanket.
Edward shifted my body into the middle of the bed as I started to drift into a slumber and he pulled the covers over me. He went to the end of the bed and pulled my shoes off.
"Good night, Bella," he whispered next to my ear and kissed my hand gently.
I yawned and muttered, "Night, Edward."
I vaguely heard him say, "Pleasant dreams," before the door closed.
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It hardly qualified as morning when I woke up at 11:33 the following day. My eyes hurt when I opened them. The glass wall allowed the daylight to come in and it hurt my eyes. I looked around my surroundings and knew I was not home since Charlie could not afford to have a glass wall in even one room of his home on a small town sheriff's pay. Then there was the fact that the room was too elegantly decorated to be in range of his taste or even mine. I got up, left the room and proceeded down the stairs that I saw when I exited.
Smells of vegetables and cheese hit my nose as soon as I walked out of the room. It was heavenly.
At the bottom of the stairs, there was a black grand piano on a raised floor that was shared with the living room that came with a huge TV and white couches. The room felt spacious with its simple white walls and raised ceiling.
I followed the smell and it led me to a kitchen with Edward cutting vegetables on the kitchen island in his pajamas and a white shirt on.
"Good morning," he said, looking up.
"Morning." I smiled.
"I'm making paninis and I just finished some muffins," he said as he laid on what looked like red bell peppers onto bread.
"It smells good."
"Good, that means I might be cooking this correctly. Why don't you get cleaned up and maybe lunch will be done when you finish?"
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I found my way to the bathroom since it was the only room with the door open.
Laid out were a toothbrush and my clothes with a note on top of them.
I read it and smiled.
Bless Esme's motherly heart, she went to Charlie's house to get me some fresh clothes before she went to the diner.
I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and flossed. Hot water felt good on my body— it washed away all the dirt that had accumulated while being in the woods with Edward. I stood in the shower grinning like an idiot thinking back about last night. I felt like I was one of those fourteen-year-olds in the movies when the hottest guy in the school asks her out. I had raging butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. I replayed it over and over in my head as the butterflies brought me to my feet. I never felt like this before. It was just a simple kiss. It wasn't even on the lips so why was I feeing like this? It was a simple kiss but it held so much meaning.
I turned off the shower with a smile.
I got out with a smile.
I dried off with a smile.
I dressed with a smile.
I walked into the kitchen with a smile.
"Why are you so happy?" Edward asked when I came in.
I walked up to hug him, which he reciprocated. "Just in a good mood."
"Good, 'cause my mom is coming back for lunch and I don't think she'd be happy with a brooding Bella." He kissed my forehead and let go of me. I just wanted to latch myself back on him.
"Can you help set the table?" he asked.
I had been in this house so many times I knew where all the silverware was and got used to Edward asking me to set the table.
"Make five settings, okay?"
I set the table for five, wondering who the extra person could be. When I finished, I leaned against the counter and watched Edward cook. He was cooking something else.
I watched his muscles flex against his black shirt as he stirred the pot and how he would wipe his eyes when he was chopping the onions. He knew I was watching him and occasionally he would give a small wave or a smile to me that I happily returned. He started to plate his food and I came over to help him bring it to the table. As I waited I held him around his waist and watched from the side. He finished one plate and gave the top of my head a peck with his lips.
"It's smells good," I told him.
"It's chicken rigatoni," he explained. "It has chicken, obviously, mushrooms, onions, and a little wine for the sauce."
"So chicken rigatoni, paninis, and muffins? I think you're spoiling me, Mr. Cullen," I teased.
"Well, the prettiest girl in the world deserves everything."
I blushed at his comment and he continued plating.
Edward called his mother and Emmett, who were somewhere in this vast home, to lunch.
They came into the dining room and Emmett asked, "Is he here yet?"
"Who?" I asked, stupidly feeling left out.
Right on cue, as if the gods had decided to answer my questions, the doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Esme exclaimed, "that's him!" She hurried to the foyer and smoothed her shirt down.
Emmett walked in front of her while I stood nervously, half hidden behind Edward. Emmett opened the door and screamed, "Daddy!" A man with slightly dark blond hair walked into the foyer flashing a bright smile.
I looked up at Edward and mouthed, "Daddy?" Edward nodded. I knew nothing about the father in the Cullen family since I never brought him up, assuming something bad had happened to him.
Mr. Cullen was hugging Esme, who was gushing about how much she missed him while Emmett took care of the luggage and briefcase he was holding.
Edward took a step away from me and gave his father a hug. "Dad," he said, "how were the seminars?"
"The usual—filled with students that either had to be there and the few who wanted to be there. The Princeton kids were a little more into it than the other schools. Enough about the youth of America, how are my young kids doing? Didn't break the house I see?" His eyes searched around and finally landed on me. "I didn't see you there, miss. I'm sorry, who are you?"
I swallowed. "Um, Bella, sir. Isabella Swan."
"Bella, or Isabella?"
I mentally slapped myself for telling him two names. "My real name is Isabella but I like to go by Bella."
"Bella Swan, you say?"
I nodded.
"Chief Swan's daughter?" I nodded again.
"I didn't know you lived in Forks."
"I don't, Mr. Cullen. I ca—"
He made a tutting sound. "Don't call me sir, or Mr. Cullen. To you, I am Carlisle. We're not in the military, thank heavens."
I smiled a little.
"Now continue, Bella."
"I came to Forks to be with my father before I left for college."
"I see. Where are you going? I'm sorry," he laughed, "I just have this big thirst for knowledge."
"Carlisle, dear," Esme interrupted, "Edward made lunch and it's on the table. Why don't we take this conversation there? I'm sure you're exhausted after your flight."
We all moved to the dining room and ate.
Carlisle asked me questions about why I chose to go to Boston for school and we talked a little about my major. He told me about how Edward wanted to follow him in the medical field and how he almost had a heart attack when Emmett told him he wanted to be an engineer. Carlisle for some reason thought Edward was going to be a musician and go to Julliard, whereas Emmett was going to go to some prestigious college, like Cambridge, for medicine.
"You can play an instrument?" I asked Edward.
"Kind of…" he trailed off.
His mother looked at him with a confused face.
"Edward, brag about it!" Emmett boomed.
"There's nothing to brag about Emmett."
Emmett faced me. "He plays the piano. Mom taught him how."
I looked at Edward who was looking uncomfortable. "You play the piano?"
"Yes," he mumbled.
"What's wrong with him?" I asked Esme.
She shook her head and covered her mouth. I turned to Carlisle and he merely smiled and shook his head also. Emmett on the other hand explained.
"Edward used to make girls swoon with his piano playing skills." Emmett grinned.
"Really?" I looked at the bronze-haired boy sitting next to me.
"Yeah, he used to bring girls all the time here and play songs for them. It was like a little show with a bunch of girls there. They would sit next to the piano and he would play, but none of them were listening 'cause they were all staring at him."
"You wooed girls with the piano?"
Edward nodded sheepishly. "In my defense, that was only in freshmen year, and we know what happened when one girl got me." Clearly this was the part that was not comical.
I remember him telling me about the girl who ruined his image of female perfection.
"Edward stopped doing it after…that." Esme said.
The dining room was cloaked in silence.
I gulped nervously. "So, Carlisle, you were doing seminars?"
"Oh yes, I went to some of the prestigious colleges in the U.S. and even did guest teachings for some professors."
I nodded. "What were you teaching?"
"For the seminars, I was explaining the importance of the prefrontal cortex and how it functions to make us humans unique."
"I see," I said.
Emmett and Esme got up to clear the table, while Edward, Carlisle and I sat while the two medical lovers explained the brain to me.
It started getting complicated when they began talking about the nervous system.
"Carlisle, Edward, don't overwhelm poor Bella with all this information. Come wash the dishes with me, Carlisle—I want you to tell me all about the seminars."
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Another week had passed and I was with the Cullens as usual. Carlisle was often not there since he worked at the Fork's hospital during the day and came back at night. Esme would leave after lunch and dinner to bring him food and dine with him at the hospital; she spent the rest of the daylight hours overlooking the construction on the diner. It turns out that whenever I thought Emmett was disappearing, he was actually at the diner helping Esme with the construction.
Edward and I were sitting at the table again with empty plates around us. Esme had left, as usual, to bring Carlisle dinner, and Emmett went to bed since he had spent the whole day working on the construction.
"If you could have one thing in life, what would it be?" Edward asked me.
I thought for a moment. Would I want to be happy? Or would I rather have true love? Would I want to have all the money in the world?
"I want to be happy."
"Why?"
"Because if I'm happy, it means I have everything I want in the world. I'm happy if I'm loved. I'm happy if I have enough money to survive."
"So I guess you're not happy since you're wishing for happiness."
I scooted my chair next to his and laid my head on his shoulder. "I'm happy right now." And leaned up and kissed his cheek for the first time.
"I am too," he said.
FIN PART I.
Songs used:
Brightest—Copeland
Ho Ho Hopefully—The Maine
YAY! So anyways, this is the first part. When I was planning this, I didn't think it would be this long to the point where I would have to cut it up. It was suppose to be one chapter but it was getting close to twenty pages. Yikes. Anyways, I have school in about two hours give or take. And I still haven't slept because I screwed up my sleep schedule during winter break. I'm going to fall asleep in History watch. Like I said, this fic was based off of this one amazing, beautiful song called 'One Man Drinking Games' and it is by Mayday Parade. It's a really beautiful song. It's so pure. I love it. Give it a listen and tell me what you think about it. Same for 'One More Weekend'. I just really like the name and the song. for reading and an even bigger thanks if you review!
Lady Saruman's A/N: Your author is truly perverted. Not that you didn't know that already. So today I was rereading HPDH and I reminded her of the part where Hermione sets up the tent in that forest, and I was like "Hey Sam it's your favorite spell!" And she was like "Yeah erecto!" And then several minutes later, she was like, "Can erecto be used to erect anything else but tents?" What she meant, perverted or otherwise, shall now be left to your imagination. NOW REVIEW PLEASE. Thank you!
And now she's trying to beat me length-wise. I swear, that girl is competitive. (Yeah, this fic is actually pretty long. There's going to be one more chapter and that's it.)