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A Date Proposition

It was a typical day at Forks. A bit cloudy and not one ray of the blinding light I've been missing for a while now, can be seen. I have been in bed for approximately an hour and a half, staring the now-colored gray clouds outside. If I can vaguely remember, my summers here in Forks don't really feel like summer at all. Every freaking day that passes is like any ordinary day in my life. Well, it has been extraordinary for the past couple of months now because I'm with the most gorgeous Adonis-like vampire in the world, and I can never be more than happy than I am right now.

Speaking of my vampire boyfriend, I was expecting him to be on my side when I woke up this morning. I rolled onto my side and found out that he was nowhere in sight. Like any other mornings before, he would either be on my bedside to watch me closely as I sleep or be in the rocking chair sitting like some Greek god on his throne,--though rocking chair can never be considered a throne in whatever angle you look at it–instead, I saw one of my Post-Its stuck on the wooden bedpost with his elegant calligraphy written on it. I could never stop comparing how my messy handwriting can never be on par with his. My mind started to wander as I imagined staring into his butterscotch-colored eyes, marveling the softer curve of his full lips, the hard square of his jaw and the sharp angle of his cheekbones, touching his marble chiseled chest, intertwining my fingers with his cold ones. I could spend my entire life looking at him and loving every bit of his perfection. Ah! I could never find anyone I would want to spend my life with other than him.

I shook my head to bring back myself into reality and started to read whatever he had written on the Post-It:

I was hoping you wouldn't wake up while I'm not around but incase you do, I just went hunting with my brothers. I won't be too long, love. Please rest and I'll be on your side when you wake up again. I love you.

- Edward

I took this chance to clean myself before he comes back. I grabbed my toiletries and began to run downstairs straight into the showers. I turned one of its knobs and hot water came out. It felt incredibly soothing to my fragile human body. I started to wash my hair with my favorite shampoo-strawberry scent. It was only after 10 minutes when I finished bathing myself. I hurriedly put on my sweatpants and a simple white tee thinking that Edward would be on my room already, waiting for me.

I went out of the showers and ran upstairs as fast as my feet can handle. I have been utterly lucky that I only tripped myself twice and not land on my butt or my face before I actually reached the door of my room. I immediately opened it and caught sight of the most perfect creature of my own, personal universe sitting on the bed. He patted the space beside him, motioning me to come over and sit down too. I smiled before I closed the door behind me.

This is my heaven. My own happy place. Anywhere here on Earth is perfect when I'm with him.

As I sat down next to Edward, he hugged me close to his chest and kissed my hair. He started to trail down kisses on my face until he reached my lips. He kissed me softly, his glass-smooth lips barely touching mine. Unexpectedly, my blood boiled, for the nth time, and I feel myself wanting him more than I should. His kiss sent tingling sensations on my body making me shiver involuntarily. I started to grab his shirt, pushing myself closer to him and kissing him more urgently than before. Just then, he started to pull himself, a clear indication that we once again crossed our boundaries.

"Ah, Bella," Edward murmured.

"Hmph! Why do you always have to be in full control of yourself?" I pouted at him petulantly. It was childish of me to behave in such manner, but I can't help it, especially when he had to pull away when I am desperately pushing myself into him.

He chuckled silently, too amused by my reactions.

"You know why, love. It's dangerous. I'm dangerous. I can't think of any reason why you would want to be with a wretched creature like me. I'm a lot worse than any of your nightmares," he said, sadness coloring his voice.

"And you know why I can't stay away. I love you Edward. You are my life. My own personal angel. I want to be with you, and no one else. Period."

He hugged me close to his chest and murmured, "You don't how grateful I am for a girl so perfect like you to love such a shameful creature like me. Truly, your fate must be twisted in some sort of way."

He chuckled once again. Hearing his sweet velvety voice is really something, a symphony that I longed to hear every second of my life. It was quite amazing how it makes my insides melt. Like my bones turning spongy in texture.

I grimaced at the word perfect. It just doesn't seem right to connect the word "perfect" with "Bella".

"Oh yes. Some perfect girl I am. You know, with my absurd lack of balance I could nearly die just going down the stairs or merely by walking. I'm a walking disaster. You, of all the people, would know that," I said, disappointed with my own clumsiness.

I could feel him wince when I mentioned the word "die".

"You are perfect in every way. Believe me, love. I've seen your face a thousand of times inside the minds of human boys in and out of school. I've seen how they wanted to take my place as your boyfriend. I've seen their vile fantasies of you. They're very disturbing, really. If you didn't have that strong hold on me, I swear I've killed almost half of the boys in town," Edward said with a smirk.

It was really ridiculous how any boys would want the fragile human Bella. I'm absolutely ordinary. My obvious lack of balance and coordination makes me extraordinary in some way that I can already consider myself disable, but anything other than that just makes me plain and boring.

Oh, great. Now he stares at me like I'm the prize rather than the outrageously lucky winner.

"Er, what?" I asked. I can feel my cheeks darkened with a blush of red as his stares deepened, like he could see through my soul.

He chuckled, again. I could only hear the loud thud of my heart as I locked gazes with him. How he finds it amusing when my body betrays me with my ridiculously weird reactions is really beyond my understanding.

"You are so beautiful when you blush," he said. Before I could even disagree with his statement, he spoke again.

"You know, it's a really perfect time to go out. We could visit book shops, watch movies, or just walk around town. I would watch while you eat dinner, if you don't mind, or we could do anything else you feel like doing. Like an official first date."

What? Is he really asking me for a date? I could feel my heart fluttering with just the idea, like it would somehow find a way to escape my ribcage. I was ecstatic. Overjoyed. My body flooding with a sense of exultation. I only realized he was waiting for an answer when he touched me lightly with his cold, icy fingers.

"Bella! Are you okay? Is there something wrong?" he asked with full concern.

I could only shake my head to give him an answer, fearing that my voice would break and my bodily reactions would soon give me away.

"Are you ready to go out? We could make it a jeans-and-shirt kind of date if you want. Or would you rather stay here with me? Anything you choose is fine for me, love. Just tell me what you want."

I could still feel the happiness running through my veins. I would really be having my first real date with Edward. I'm never the girl who goes out frequently, everyone knows that. I'd rather shove my face into books than spend my time going to insignificant places and spend every penny I have. But this is a much different story. I'll be going out officially with him; my angel, my love, my Edward.

So there! The end of the first chapter. Remember, read and review! I need to know if I should continue this story. Your opinions really matter. Thanks. :))