Disciamer-I don't own Edward or Bella, they're Stephenie Meyer's characters.
I shuffled across the floor trying to find that loose board. I heard a light tap on the door. I didn't answer, because I knew it was Charlie. The door swung open. It was Edward, looking at me with a puzzled expression. My heart fluttered at the sight of him.
"You know, it's easier to sweep with a broom."
"Oh haha. As a matter of fact I'm trying to get my stuff back."
"Oh, well here. " He gracefully flipped up the board and there, underneath in a neat pile was the pictures, CD, and plane tickets.
He gracefully lifted the CD from it's case, placed it in the CD player, and pullled me up into his lap.
As the song commennced tears began to fall.
"Bella, are you all right?" Edward asked, sounding concered.
'I'm just so happy,' was all I said.