First I gotta say, sorry for any misspelling or any of that. I don't have a beta and I kinda don't know how to get one either. Hope you like it and please review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Only copies of the books and the movie on DVD. That's it. Do I look like Stephenie Meyer to you?
The girl had long brown hair and brown eyes that went so deep you thought you could see everything there was to know about her. But if you didn't look, I mean really look, you just saw brown eyes. Her hair was a bit curly from the rain, and she was wearing college pants and t-shirt. After a quick look, there was nothing interesting about her. But he looked for a long time. He could have looked at her forever. When you heard about it, it seemed creepy, but it wasn't. It was beautiful.
The boy looked like a Greek God. Bronze hair was messy and sticking up and his emerald green eyes were piercing trough your soul if you looked at them. Some said he was cold, ruthless. But she knew better. She had known him years before, when they were just kids. They played together in the sandbox until she had to move away. He became sad, and remained that way. But even with all the sadness in his heart, he followed his dreams to become a doctor like his father. He didn't know, but she followed what happened in his life. She was proud of him.
He had never heard from her in his life. He never knew her last name, only what she looked like. And that wasn't much. There weren't any pictures, and he only knew a nickname. But there she was, standing in the porch, hair curly and water drops falling on her face. She was as beautiful as he remembered, more even.
"I love you," were the first words out of her mouth. They hadn't seen each other in years, and yet this beautiful angel vowed her love for him. He shook his head, just to test if she was really there.
"I love you too," he said, and nothing else. He took two long strides, grabbed the girl, and held her against him. He felt warm against her, and she felt shivers go trough her body. They molded into each other like two parts of a puzzle. Belonging. He took a long breath and savoured that sweet smell of strawberries and freesias, the smell he had missed so much.
"I've missed you so much," he continued, "so much". A tear fell out of her eye, and she felt a lump in her throat. "I missed you too, always. Not a moment went by that I didn't think of you," she said against his shoulder, so silently he barely heard her.
He didn't want to let her go, but he knew he had to know it first, before he got his hopes up. He held her from her shoulders, looked at her for a moment and asked, "Are you back for good?" still fearing the answer. "Yes, I am, and I'm never leaving you again," she said, tears flowing freely now from her eyes. He sighed, feeling a wave of relief go trough him. He took her back in his arms, and said,
"Welcome Home."