Okay, this is Danmol's second fan fiction and we hope you enjoy it. This story is written for our very best friend Tasha! She is totally obsessed with twilight and Edward Cullen! And she is a wonderful person and we love her, so we hope she enjoys this story that is dedicated to her, and also Tasha please don't have a heart attack when you read this.
Tasha's POV.
So right now, I'm on a plane to Paris, which to you might not seem that impressive, but to me I couldn't be happier. And it's all thanks to my absolutely wonderful, drop dead gorgeous boyfriend Edward Cullen, who bought me flight tickets. You see I love France, I don't exactly know why I love it so much I just do I guess. My lifelong dream is to go up the Eiffel tower, which I hopefully will be able to do soon enough.
"Tasha love, please stop bouncing up and down on the seat, people are starting to stare at you" Edward whispered to me as his ice cold breath brushed against my cheek.
"B-but I'm e-excited because it's Paris" I said as I continued to bounce on my seat through excitement.
"I know your excited love, but we have been flying for an hour now, shouldn't you sleep or something" Edward replied.
"I don't want to sleep, why don't you sleep!" I snapped back stupidly.
"Tasha" Edward looked at me, raised his eyebrow then did his amazing crooked grin that I love so much. Oh, wait, he doesn't sleep. Wow I feel stupid; you'd think after about 2 years of dating I should have remembered his biggest secret.
"Oh right, sorry. I-I forgot" I blushed bright red and looked at my purple painted fingernails. Edward then laughed his perfect laugh and said "Everybody forgets things love". I smiled my sweetest smile. I realised that I had finally stopped bouncing, I'm pretty proud of myself now, I did a smug smile to myself, which of course Edward saw, and looked at me strangely.
I sighed a deep breath, relaxed back into my chair and closed my eyes for a second. THUD! What the Flip! THUD! Why was my chair going forward and back randomly? I leant up on my seat and looked behind, to see a little 5 year old continuously kicking the back of my seat.
"Oh. My. God." I said in-between kicks. "I. Had. A. Good. Flight. Until. This. 5. Year. Old. Pratt. Started. Kicking. My. Seat!" I crossed my arms over my chest, and pouted like I was a little kid again, I must have looked like a baby, because Edward outburst into fits of laugher, making my little giggle until my sides hurt.
A short while of silence had passed now after our laughing fit and Edward was looking at me curiously. I fixed my beret and he was still looking at me. "What are you looking at me like that for?" I asked. "Is there something in my teeth?"
He laughed his perfect laugh once more and smiled at me before saying, "I wish I could read your mind Tasha, my love, you really do fascinate me."
I fascinate him; wow he is just too perfect. But wait didn't he say he wished he could read my mind. Ha all he would get is baffle; to be honest I'm glad he can't read my mind, id probably scare him, oh my I'm rambling again, shut up brain!
I smiled and said, "Thank you, I guess, but my mind isn't all that special, I'm kinda glad you can't read my mind, I don't mean that in a bad way it's just I don't know..."
"Tasha, your mind is special, you are special, to me I love you and that's all that matters, you mean the world to me, don't you ever forget that, okay?" he told me reassuringly.
But before I got to reply, a kind of disturbed face came over him like a mask. It was like he was disgusted because of something. "What's the matter?" I asked.
He looked at me and said "Oh it's nothing just something I heard that is all don't worry about it, get some rest well be landing soon."
"Well if it's nothing I'm sure it's not too bad to tell me then is it, come on tell me it can't be that bad," I said smugly.
"Some people's minds can be rather disgusting you know, well I guess that is why thoughts are in your head."
I giggled at that making him smile. "How long is left until we get to Paris?" I asked eagerly.
"It won't be much longer now, calm down, we are going to get there, honest." He replied.
I let out a long sigh; it had been a while since I had been to Paris and I couldn't wait to get there. At that moment my belly let out a huge grumble, like a monster growling, how embarrassing.
"Maybe you should eat something Tasha" he said a little concerned.
"Okay, I'll get a little something, I want to save myself for all the French food that I'm going to eat," I replied happily. I looked around and shouted over the airhostess. "Excusez-moi, but can i get some fruit flakes?" The airhostess has bleached blond hair that was tied up into a neat bun and bright red lipstick that shone in the light. She was quiet tall and slim. She had blue eye shadow crowding her eyes and long black eyelashes, it looked as if she would spend 1 hour on her make-up a day.
"I'm sorry we do not have fruit flakes, you can get one of our fine selected sandwiches or nuts, what would it be madam?" she said in a monotone voice with a fake smile tattooed on her face and a look in her eyes that made me instantly not want to speak to her, making an air of dislike arise between us. I also couldn't help noticing that she had lipstick on her teeth.
"Fine get me a croissant then," I said to her a little annoyed, crossing my arms with impatience.
With that same monotone voice that made me want to slap her she replied with, "I'm sorry like I said we have sandwiches or nuts take your pick or have nothing," adding that stupid fake smile at the end.
That did it "Look lady I'm on a flight to France, I demand you get me some proper food, what kind of company is this, I want to speak to your manager!" I was just about to shout at her more when I noticed that Edward was giving her a deathly stare and if looks could kill, shed be dead as a doornail.
"Is there a problem sir?" she asked, and gave a cocky smile. Obviously something irrelevant was going through her head, I sneaked a look over to Edward, and his face was not amused, he just stared at her as if she had said something totally gross.
"What do you think Madame?" she looked at him confusingly.
"It's not that difficult to see my problem miss, I'm looking at it, and if you still don't quite understand, I'll make it easy for you. You're the problem and quite frankly I don't like this arrogant, ignorant, cocky attitude of yours and unless you want me to get you fired I think you should just get on with your duties now and don't ever give her or me that look again, clear?" Edward's words were sharp, as he added a low growl. I was totally stunned.
"O-Oh right, y-yes of c-course, I'm umm s-sorry" she stuttered as she rubbed her forearm nervously. "I-It will not happen a-again, and I will g-get you some proper f-food" she smiled, not a fake smile but an embarrassed smile, most of the plane was staring astonished at what my Edward had just said to her. She stood there for a moment or two, then spun around and hurried her skinny arse down to the back of the plane; the air hostess stumbled over into an old fat man with a grey long beard, almost knocking him over. He sort of reminded me of Santa clause. She muttered her apologies and walked swiftly away. I couldn't help but notice her streaky orange fake tan that ran down her legs. How rude is she though? I think very. That reminds me I must ask Edward what she was thinking, she looked very interested in him. I was brought of out my mental blabbering by Edward who gave me a light peck on my cherry coloured lips, I loved his touch. My face burned bright red.
I lost my train of thought as a message blurted out of the speakers coming from the captain "Attention all passengers, we will be landing in France in exactly 10 minutes" there was a bit of background noise making him sound all crackly, which made me laugh, it took me a few seconds to register what he had said.
"OMG!!!!!! FRANCEEEEE!!!!!" I practically screamed with excitement grabbing onto Edwards forearm as the excitement built up inside of me. Edward laughed his perfect laugh...again, giving me butterflies in my belly, or was it because I was hungry, and speaking of being hungry I never got my food. A frown suddenly appeared on my face but I quickly wiped it away and regained my hyper self thinking of French food. Yummy. I licked my lips almost sensing the sweet taste of croissants. Omg I have to stop this mind blabbering.
"Buckle yourself up again love" Edward sighed. I got the manky seatbelt and fastened it around my waist. Whilst Edward secured all of the baggage making sure it wasn't going to fall on my head when we were landing in France. He was so protective of me; it was really sweet, but annoying at the same time. If you get what I mean.
"Oh Edward you never told me, were are we staying, and what's it like?" I asked in curiosity.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out Tasha love" Edward said in a teasing voice and did his beautiful cocky smile. He was so captivating. It felt as if we were the only ones on that plane. Me and him.
"Well that's a little unfair" I mumbled. He let out a little chuckle. The plane suddenly started dropping, as a felt butterflies in my belly, as if I was on a roller coaster. I sat back and waited for the plane to land.
The land was a pretty bumpy. But it was soon over, and at least I wasn't dead right. Anyways, I had landed and I was alive. So stop mentally talking random to yourself it's not a good habit Tasha. Bad!
The plane suddenly stopped moving, and we were told we could start un-boarding. I had my manky seat belt off in a flash and ran for the white plane doors, just wanting to smell the sweet smell of French air. Leaving Edward to get the bag. What a gentleman.