Bella and Paul had been in one of the happiest relationships around for nearly two years, no-one could ever deny that they were perfect for each other. Paul was a hot headed boy who could slip in and out of social groups with ease and enjoyment. Bella was a calm girl who spent most of her time reading. The harmonious outcome of their relationship was surprising due to some of their characteristics being somewhat contrasting. But that was why it worked. Bella calmed Paul down, and Paul livened Bella up. It worked.
They were in their last year of high school, and they were enjoying each others company in a way that wasn't serious, nor was it immature. Commitment wise, they were serious, but there was no rushing for these two. They were just taking each day as it came.
Monday 28th February 2011.
Bella Swan's first month in La Push hadn't been very enjoyable, well she did enjoy spending time with her dad but it just wasn't enough. At times she wished she'd never suggested that she moved to her fathers house to allow her mother the freedom to spend time with her husband Phil, as he needed to travel for his job as a baseball player. But her beloved truck breaking down on the side of the road, on the way to school, was the last straw. She clambered out of the side of the truck ungracefully and slammed the door shut with such an air of anger that it showed any onlookers that she certainly was a force to be reckoned with. But that was something she was not usually.
She was prodding things about in the engine, looking for signs of result. She had no idea as to what these signs were of course. Time escaped her as she stood there poking, listing all the bad things that had happened to her whilst she had been living in La Push.
Her suitcase went missing at the airport. It had snowed. It had rained at least every other day since she had moved here. Her mum barely called her. Her iPod had broken, rendering her unable to listen to music. She had to start at a new school. On her first day she slipped on ice in front of the entire school. She made a total of 1 friend. But they were often unwell so she had to sit on her own at lunch. The work was harder than what she was used to. She felt alone. She missed her friends in Phoenix. Her car had broken down.
He thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice behind her.
"You have no idea what you are doing , do you?" Bella whipped her head round defensively. He was average height, with tanned skin and the most beautiful eyes Bella had ever seen. It was Paul. She knew him. Everyone knew him. He was volatile. He fought with anything he could get his hands on. But she had never spoken to him. This wasn't what she expected.
"Not really," Bella admitted to him. He chuckled slightly. He walked forwards, eyed the engine for a moment or two and ran into the house across the street. She was stood there confused and perfectly still until he came back with an adjustable spanner and did some sort of tinkering and fixed her problem. Ecstatic, she threw her arms around him and thanked him profusely.
"So, me being the knight in shining armour, can I catch a lift to school?" He asked cheekily. Ease ran through Bella as she said yes, and drove to school with him sat beside her chatting away about why her truck had failed her.
That lunchtime she didn't sit alone.
Friday 4th March 2011.
Bella had spent the last five days wrapped up in Paul's charm, thinking that La Push wasn't so bad after all. She noticed so many different things about him, most were good. He wasn't expected to be perfect. And in these last 5 days, Bella had realised that she liked him.
She was standing in front of her locker, sorting out her books before going home, contemplating telling Paul and asking him out, when the man himself tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hi," she said softly.
"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight?" He said confidently, but Bella was sure she could hear a slight quiver in his tone. "As in a date." He continued.
"Yeah, I would love to." Bella said a
smiled. If you were standing close enough, which Bella was, you would be able to hear the breath being expelled from his mouth in relief. Pretending not to notice, Bella continued the conversation.
Bella made more effort than she normally did, but still not that much. She wore very minimal make up, just some lip gloss and a tiny bit of mascara. She knew they were only going to a restaurant in Port Angeles, so she just wore a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a deep purple top with a silky front and a lacy back. She thought she looked nice, but not too dressy.
When the knock at the door came, Bella's insides were full of turmoil. Nerves were fighting to overcome her, but she pushed it aside. She answered the door with a smile. And there he stood, dressed similarly in a pair of jeans and a nice top. In Bella's eyes, he looked perfect. Maybe this dating lark and meals out wouldn't be so bad, she thought.
It wasn't until they were in Paul's car and half way there when Paul asked her what her favourite thing to do was.
"I'm not sure, maybe eating pizza and watching films? Or reading of course." She said. Before she knew it, Paul was doing a U turn in the middle of the road and driving in the opposite direction. "What are you doing?" Bella almost screamed.
"Well, eating pizza and watching films is my favourite thing to do to, so lets do that instead," Paul said.
And that's exactly what they did. They ate pizza and watched Harry Potter. When she was lying in bed that night, Bella couldn't stop the happiness that was overcoming her.
A/N: If you have read my other stories, I am sorry about the lack of updates, serious lack of writers block! But that wont happen with this story, because I have a lot of chapters planned out and stuff!