A/N: Okay, this is my first one, so please be nice. Edward and Bella, a bit of fluff. I hope that you like it.

I Love You Too

I can't believe we're going to do this. Telling Charlie, without even discussing what to say. No scripts like in Drama class. This is real life, and it is time to tell him. It's not like he hasn't seen this coming. Edward's heard it in his thoughts. He knew we would marry someday. But eighteen? He'll think that it's too early. Everyone will. But it's time. I am ready to end my life. My entire human existence. But even more, I am ready to begin the rest of my life –eternity for that matter- with Edward. My Edward, my fiancée, my love, my vampire.

We're driving along Main, Edward at the wheel as always, but today, he's driving at actual human speed, not pushing my poor old Chevy's limits. I think that he knows how nervous I am, and is giving me as much extra time as possible to prepare myself. But trying to think of what to say to Charlie is just making me more and more nervous, and the silence in the car is unbearable. I know that Edward is trying to read my thoughts again, and from the expression on her perfect marble face, he is failing. Sometimes I love the fact that I can keep my thoughts to myself, and not have to worry about saying even more stupid things in my head than I do out my mouth. But other times, I wish that he could just know what I am thinking, how I feel, what I want him to do. Not that he ever does anything I don't want to do. He's always so perfect. His gentlemanly manor, his perfect crooked smile that I love, the dazzle I see in his eyes when he looks at me, the way his cool sweet breath tastes when he kisses me, his cool velvet lips gently brushing mine, as I blush with pleasure.

But right now, it's just too quiet. I turn on the radio to our favourite station, and on comes my "Band of the Week". U2. The melody hits my ears, and I recognize it instantly.

Soul love...this love won't let me go
So long...angel of Harlem

Lady Day got diamond eyes
She sees the truth behind the lies
Angel

It was U2's Angel of Harlem. I began to sway to the beat when I caught Edward gazing in my direction. I looked down, pretending to be suddenly fascinated by the zipper on my old raincoat. Quickly, I whispered "Oh, I love this song. U2 is one of my favourite bands."

I looked back up at Edward, and he smiled his crooked smile. Once again, he had dazzled me with just one glace, and I looked back down.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice so smooth, soft…. Almost velvety, "I love you too".

I blushed scarlet, and looked down further, hoping my deep brown hair would shield my face. What was I so frazzled at? He must have meant the band. "I love U2." That's it. But I couldn't help but wonder if there may have been a double meaning. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little velveteen box Edward had given to me before we left the meadow, and opened it. I gazed lovingly at beautiful ring that was now mine, for a few seconds before picking it up out of the box. I could feel Edwards gaze on me, and blushed a deeper shade of scarlet. I gently slid the ring onto my third finger, where it would stay, conceivably for the rest of eternity.

A/N: Please R&R, constructive criticism welcomed, please no flames. I hope that you liked it. The whole U2 part actually happened to my parents when they were younger, and I thought that it was cute. Thanks for reading!