Author's Note: Ok, Ok… I know. A much-abused part of the books written in Edward's Point-of-View. I wrote this a month before the whole Midnight Sun 'fiasco', but I never posted it because I knew that Stephenie Meyer was going to write something that was going to blow our minds away and my writing was going to look pitiful in comparison. But, while we wait, how about something to keep you amused?
Disclaimer: I own Twilight in a world that is ruled by purple bananas. Since purple bananas don't rule the universe, I think it's safe to say I don't own Twilight (fleds out of the room in hysterics :()
"Edward," Alice said, breaking me out of my reverie.
"Yes?" I answered. We were on our way home, having spent an almost silent hunt.
"I'm sorry."
I looked up at her, surprised. I had not been paying any attention to her thoughts. I was pondering if it was too late to go drop Bella a visit or not.
About the vision, Edward, she thought.
"Not your fault," I answered curtly. It wasn't her fault really. She couldn't control her visions of the future of course. But it was her fault that she was optimistic about it. That she actually liked the fact that Bella was going to be one of us.
"Edward," she began.
"I really do not want to talk about it, Alice, all right?" I said, unable to hide the coldness in my voice.
"I understand." She said softly.
But she didn't. No one did. And at the moment, that fact did not make me feel one bit happier.
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I looked at her sleeping form. She was quite still, which was surprising. She usually kicked around when she was asleep. I sat there, perfectly content to look at her and never look away. To spend the rest of my life sitting on a rocking chair in the corner of Bella Swan's room. She mumbled incoherently and turned around. That was more her. She had already said my name three times, each time sending an electric current seeping through me. I was in love with her. And I definitely liked the feeling.
I looked at the time. I had better go change. Charlie was likely to wake up soon. I allowed myself to touch her sleeping face before I bolted to the window.
I ran home, up the stairs, to my room, and threw myself on the sofa. It was unbelievably hard to think that I had two hours before I saw her again. It ached terribly. I lost track of the time as I sat and thought about what might happen tomorrow. Tomorrow would be important. It would set the tone of our relationship, and I desperately wanted to at least start off without frightening her. Moments (hours?) later, someone knocked. "Come in." I said. Before they entered I knew it would be Alice.
You are going to do well, she thought.
"Good to know," I said, smiling lightly.
The smile faded when I heard about the bets Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie made. Emmett, Rosalie and Jazz were all betting against me. That was not so good to know.
I just thought you might need that comfort, she also said in thought (meaning that I as going to do well, not about the bets. I was somewhat certain she didn't even now that I knew about the bets).
"Thank you. That was a nice thought." I said, trying to sound casual but only managing to croak. I was feeling nervous about what would happen if one decision I made would do to the future. Or if Bella decides I'm completely unworthy of her attention.
Edward! Calm DOWN. You are making me nervous, as well, Jasper thought-screamed at me.
"I need to get dressed." I announced to Alice.
"Be confident. I'm sure you'll do fine." Alice replied.
I didn't answer.
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I ran to Bella's house, feeling slight pain. Would I really be able to survive an entire day with Bella without harming her? I was excited to see her. Excited was an understatement; ecstatic, overjoyed or jubilant would probably be better words.
Her scent hit me before I reached her driveway. She smelled far too good for anyone's sanity. Especially mine. My face was a solemn mask as I reached her front door. I knocked softly, wondering if she was still asleep. I knew she was lying when she said she didn't sleep in. Then, I heard the thumping of feet down the stairs. The door flew open. There she was. She smiled at me. She was so beautiful. I did not deserve someone who was so trusting, warm. I looked at her swiftly and chuckled at what she was wearing. Surprise, surprise… This had Alice written all over it. She had chosen my clothes for me, telling me I had to look 'presentable'. I shook my head internally.
"Good morning." I said, still laughing.
"What's wrong?" she said with a worried look, looking down on her outfit. Both of us were wearing blue jeans, tan sweaters and white shirts with the collars showing.
"We match." I laughed again, as understanding replaced her uncomfortable look and she joined my laughter. Her scent lingered through the air as it wafted from her mouth.
She closed the door behind her and locked it as I walked to the truck's passenger door. I didn't like this. Not one little bit. And she looked very pleased. "We made a deal," she said happily, probably in response to my expression.
"Where to?" she asked.
"Put your seatbelt on- I'm nervous already." Her truck did not look like it was up to all the safety measures a girl like Bella required.
She shot him a dirty look put did as she was told.
"Where to?" she said again, this time with a sigh.
"Take the one-oh-one north." I commanded.
I looked at her through the whole ride. Her hair, her face, her hands. And found out that she drove very slowly.
"Were you planning on making it out of Forks before nightfall?" I asked mockingly. I could've run faster than this truck drove.
"This truck is old enough to be your truck's grandfather; have some respect." She replied, not too friendlily.
I fought a smile.
We were out of the town limits, however, soon after. "Turn right on the one-ten." I guided. "Now we drive until the pavement ends."
"And what's there, at the pavement's end?" she wondered aloud.
"A trail."
"We're hiking?" I heard slight dread in her voice. Ah well.
"Is that a problem?" I knew it would be for her.
"No…" I had a feeling she was lying.
"Don't worry," I said, trying to placate her, "it's only five miles or so, and we're in no hurry."
She was looking at the road, and I saw her eyes narrow slightly as I spoke.
What was she upset about? I allowed her a few moments of quiet as I (unsuccessfully) tried to unravel her mind.
"What are you thinking?" I finally asked, unable to keep the impatience from my tone.
"Just wondering where we're going." Somehow, I doubted that. If only I could listen to her thoughts!
"It's a place I like to go to when the weather is nice." Both of us looked out the window at the clouds as soon I had finished speaking. They seemed thinner, like they were fading away.
"Charlie said it would be warm today." She began.
"And did you tell Charlie what you were up to?" I asked, not hoping for much. I already realized that Bella Swan can be very stubborn if she sets her mind on something.
"Nope." Of course you didn't, Bella.
"But Jessica thinks we're going to Seattle together?" I asked feeling slightly happy for once about the interfering person Jessica is.
"No, I told her you canceled on me- which is true."
I felt disbelief flow through me, to be completely replaced by anger. What was wrong with this girl? "No one knows you're with me?"
"That depends… I'm assuming you told Alice?"
"That's very helpful," I snapped at her. "Are you so depressed by Forks that it's made you suicidal?" I continued when she ignored me.
"You said it might cause trouble for you… us being together publicly." Bella spoke as if she were stating the obvious.
I replied, sarcastically, "So you're worried about the trouble it might cause me if you don't come home."
She nodded silently.
I swore under breath. I might be angry but I wasn't about to curse in front of woman. Call me old-fashioned.
AN: Good? Horrible? Made me worry about the sanity of people? Tell me! Oh, if you actually did like it and want me to continue or do more scenes, tell me that, too! Thanx
