Twilight- The trouble with vampires.
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I sighed, life I guess was never going to be as easy as I thought. Damn vampires. Edward, for the better part of a year now had been trying to drill this fact into my head- but I wasn't going to give up.
"Darling.." I stayed in place, not moving as Edward nuzzled my neck, breathing in my scent.
"I love you." I whispered turning my head into his chest. My arms rose and wrapped themselves around his neck- pulling myself up I gazed into his eyes. The familiar faint feeling washing over me, the usual effect his presence has on me.
He flashed me a dazzling bright smile, "And I love you."
At these simple words, anger flashed through me, "So why are you intent on pushing me away?" Okay so it may be unreasonable but come on- all he does is complain about taking my soul. Edward! Its okay, I
willingly give you my soul!
His face fell and his eyes rolled back in his head- taking his own sweet time about it so I could get the effect. How nice. "Not this again Bella."
He lay back dismissing the matter, "Oh no you don't." I threw myself down on top of him, molding myself into his body. He was plenty stronger than me, when I say plenty, I mean Godzilla plenty. As soon as he got annoyed he could throw me off, but that still didn't stop me from trying. "One minute your happy- on the verge of complete and utter bliss, and then the next minute you come crashing down. I'm really starting to think you were serious about the cocaine thing."
The corners of his mouth pulled up but he managed to control it. "Don't be dramatic."
I sighed and stroked his face, "I really do love you…"
He looked at me- right through me. "Its going to rain."
And then he was gone. I fell to the ground, my body taking too long to realize what had happened; a shock wave of dismay flew through my veins until the sound of Emmett's monster truck sprung into life, knocking me out of my horror-dazed coma. I turned to see him leaning against the truck waiting for me to get in, impatience radiating off of his picturesque figure. Is this what troubled him? How human I was- how imperfect? I scowled and made my way over, refusing his help to climb in- refusing to look at him.