Heya, so it was suggested to me that I write a story based on valentines day, at the moment its just a one shot, but I may add more chapters if you like… REVIEW!

I rolled over in bed, hands gripping along the edge of the bed, not in an agitated way, or the desperate way that I used to when…

When he left.

My eyes blinked open to half expect half hope to see him sat in the rocking chair, grinning broadly at me. But such is life, he wasn't. I sighed and sat up, blinking a the light dancing off of my engagement ring which was sitting on my beside table. I smiled and reached putting it on.

I examined it momentarily before sighing and stopping when my eyes caught sight of the folded piece of paper that was resting underneath where my ring had been.

I smiled when I saw the elegant script that was written in black ink on the top. This was the script of someone who was inhumanly good at most things. I chuckled at my own ironic joke regarding his species, but my laughter was soon forgotten when I opened the paper and I saw the two words written beautifully in the middle.

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

I smacked my palm against my forehead, groaning and sinking to lie back on the bed again.

How the hell did I manage to forget valentines day? It was, aside from Christmas ands my birthday the only day of the year I dreaded. The rational thing would be for me to read it more, especially since I got together with Edward.

Edward used any excuse to buy me things, and in his own personal motto, had decided that occasions were not the only events gifts needed to be given on.

Edward cared not what day of the week it was or what mood I was in, if he felt I needed something, or he saw something he thought I needed, he bought it for me.

The conversation had been spoken over and over. The constant, Its not necessary with the reply of, its because I love you.

I mean come on, what kind of response is that?

Sitting up I ran a hand through my hair and shut my eyes, cringing mentally at the thought of what he could have possibly got for me.

After a few minutes of sitting cringing, I decided there was no point hiding in my room all day.

He was after all a vampire, and as he had proven almost every night since we met, the sheer wall of the house wouldn't stop him coming in, so I doubted the flimsy flat packed door would.

I showered and dressed, trying desperately not to think about, or dread the day I was sure this Monday was going to be. My first saving grace was of course school, but of course with my luck, I had managed to be dressed and eating breakfast well before I needed to.

It was also my luck for Edward to be driving me to school today, and ti would also be my luck tht my father wasn't at work that morning.

I was sat pushing cornflakes around my bowl, muttering things about Edward and curing him, then regretting it and taking it all back, before starting again.

"Um, bells?" He asked after getting the door. I knew it wouldn't be Edward, Alice would have seen how I would react to him arriving with a hundred roses just as clearly as it were happening behind her eyelids.

Of course that's exactly where ti was happening, about an hour before it happened, unless it never happened.

I could only hope.

"Yeh dad?" I asked with a sigh, I as sure I looked ready to pounce or shout if he so much as mentioned a rose or valentines day in any way.

He swallowed and walked into the kitchen, a mail man carrying not one hundred, but what looked like a thousand roses.

My jaw felt ready to brush the floor as my mouth fell open Charlie let out a low whistle and showed the man out.

My feet felt heavy as I walked over to the table just as my father walked back in. I picked up the card like it was on fire, and opened it to read more elegant script.

One for every day you have known me. I love you, my Bella. Xx

"I know what you meant about him being old fashioned now." Charlie muttered and grabbed his gun.

"Going to work, see you later…"

I groaned and grabbed my school bag, hoping if I drove to school now, I could get there, feign a headache, and he home before Edward even arrived.

"Bells be nice to him okay…" Charlie called after me but I wasn't listening. Edward was going tog et it when is aw him… I was so mad it was almost making my head spin. I was already seeing red, and as I flung open the door, it wasn't the red of hate I was seeing, it as the red of the shiny new Chevy parked din the drive, and also the crimson bow stuck on the bonnet.

I stormed over to the truck and grabbed the bow, hurling it in the trash can without even looking at the car.

He would need more than crappy greeting card to write an explanation on when I got to see him.

I froze with one hand on the truck door, a small smile forming on my face.

Spinning I turned to look at my father who sighed and climbed into his cruiser.

"Fine." He said and I smiled, it as un cool to have your dad drive you to school at any age, most of all when you could drive yourself.

But today was a special occasion, and not because it as valentines day.

I mentally growled a curse and sighed, smacking my head back against the head rest,

The need to talk to Edward… to kiss… no to talk to Edward was very great, and it needed to be done as calmly as possible.

I prayed I would remember that.