And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever. I had to say it out loud, just to make it more concrete. "And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect peice of our forever." Can you imagine it? That's the life. But there's no way that could ever happen to me. Me, Skylar Dassertay, the obsessive fanpire/Team Edward and Team Seth lovestruck teenage girl, that could NEVER happen to me! However, that didn't stop me from putting Edward Cullen on my Christmas list...a girl can dream! Ugh, I can't believe such happiness is even possible.

"Skye! It's Thanksgiving! Get your head out of that book and come down here!" my mom called from the kitchen. When will she ever get it?

"Coming Mom!" I called as I ran into the kitchen to join her, "And what makes you think I was reading?" I teased.

"What can I say? I'm a genius!" she exclaimed as she threw her hands into the air. "Now help me set the table, your grandparents will be here any minute." Just as we finished up we heard the doorbell ring, so Mom went to go open the door and let my grandparents in. After diner I went back up to my room to fantasize about Edward Cullen in a more private environment.

The days up until Christmas passed in the same fashion, eat, sleep, Edward. Even though I knew he was a fictional character, Christmas morning I couldn't help but have some hope that Edward Cullen would really be there. So, instead of verbalizing what I really wanted to say out loud, I decided to think it. Edward! Edward Cullen! If you're really real, let me know somehow. Pop out of a Christmas present, write me a post-it note, I don't really care, just let me know that you really do exist somewhere, somehow!

"How about something even better?" inquired a velvety voice from somewhere behind me. Oh. My. Gosh! Edward Cullen? "Well who else would it be?" he chuckled. I turned around slowly, not willing to admit, even in the privacy of my own thoughts-well, private before Edward got here-that Edward was really here.

Once I was finally facing him, I realized that he was the EXACT way I pictured him. It was as if either a) Stephenie was such a great writer that I got a perfect picture of him, b) He was just so perfect that all you really had to say was "You know the guy with that hair and that face, you know who I mean!" for somebody to fully understand who you were talking about, even if they've only seen them once, or c) He was just exactly perfect for me, what I pictured him as, who I pictured him as, everything, perfect, for only me.

Then he started chuckling. Not laughing exactly, more like he heard something he thought was hilarious but didn't want you to know he found it amusing, now I get why Stephanie said chuckled a lot, because he really does chuckle. He finally composed himself enough to speak, "I think Bella might disagree with you there." Huh? What? Oh, OF COURSE! He was laughing at my thoughts, more specifically the one where I said he was perfect for only me I'm sure.

Then I blushed. This alone surprised me, I'm not usually one to blush, I get embarassed, sure, who doesn't? I just never really blush. In an attempt at changing the subject, I said the first thing that popped into my mind "Why are you here?" Nice. You've been dreaming about him for months, hoping he'll be here, and when he finally is the best thing you can come up with is why are you here, skill. He laughed at the chagrin in my thoughts. "Well, you asked Santa for me for Christmas didn't you?"

I couldn't quite think of an exceptable answer to that. "Well, what I mean is, aren't you supposed to be a fictional character?" It was the best answer I could come up with at this exact moment.

"No, but that's OK, it's a common mistake." Then he winked at me, winked. I almost fainted. He smirked, but otherwise continued on as if he hadn't heard anything at all. "You see, Stephenie's a vampire too, she's really the Esme you hear about. You see, she's always been really interested in all art, including literature. About 100 years after all that happened, she decided to publish it as a real book, just changing all the dates to 100 years later, to make it seem more realistic, to make people actually want to read it instead of thinking it was just some stupid creepy old vampire book. She just decided to write it from Bella's perspective because we figured it'd be very close to the real representation of it all, without revealing us as vampires right away and without revealing what we were really doing in New Moon." At this point my face is some mixture between "Duh! I expected as much all along!" and "DUDE! ARE YOU SERIOUS!?! AWESOME!". He seemed to realize I wasn't going to say, or think, anything until I was sure we were finished. "So that's all I guess, any questions?" Wow, how original.

"Yeah, just one though, why exactly are you here? I'm sure there's plenty of other girls who put you on their Christams list! Why don't you go see one of them? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that you're here, but why aren't you with one of them?" There were so many questions building up in my head that I wanted to ask, and I wasn't sure if I could of possibly say it all.

"Well, I decided I was going to visit one fan, just one, so I went around listening to all their thoughts to find out who I really wanted to spend my time with, everyone else was either really vulgar or not as nice as you. So it wasn't really all that complicated, most people were easily ruled out just based on the first thing I heard." Wait, Edward Cullen considers me nice? I seriously might faint. "So," he said, ignoring my thoughts yet again "what do you wanna do?"

SERIOUSLY! I only have about... 1 trillion answers to that! "Well..."

A/N: Let me know what you think! R&R!