Note: I do not own any of these characters, I am merely playing with my imagination. :) All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe the whole time I was with Edward I knew I could never be with him. Why? Well, let's just say I haven't been brutally honest with him, but I could sense that he poured out everything about himself to me. I was terrified. Terrified of having someone put so much trust in me, of someone loving me the way he did. When I was with James, I felt as if I could be whoever I wanted. I could be honest with him. We would talk, laugh, enjoy ourselves until I couldn't push Charlie's limits anymore. With James, I didn't have to pretend to be in love.
Saturday night, and I had just gotten out of the shower. I didn't have to check, I knew Edward would be sitting on my bed reading some historical literature by now. I sighed, wondering how much longer I could pretend for him.
"Hello, Bella," Edward greeted me with a warm smile and topaz eyes that could make anyone melt. God, was he gorgeous. I smiled and nodded as I made my way over to him, curling myself into a ball as I lay on his marble stone chest. I am so glad he couldn't read my mind, or else he'd discover how it was James filling my thoughts every second. I thought back to the day I met James, before the Cullens came to Forks.
I was working the late shift at the sports-shop when he walked in. Dirty low-ride jeans, boots smeared with mud, a tattered leather jacket clinging open to reveal his sweaty abs. Now I have never been much of a fan of the rugged type, but he was something different. I watched him as he made his way to the back of the store, disappearing out of my sight. Should I go offer assistance? I didn't know what to do. Luckily, he appeared moments later with some gloves and rope. "Hello," he greeted me with a warm smile as he put the items on the counter. "W-will this be all?" I tried to ask with confidence, but something about him just made me feel inferior. He chuckled and nodded as I took his money and handed him the bag. He took the bag but didn't leave, just stood there staring at me, cocking his head to the side. "I will see you later, Bella," he whispered and walked out of the store before I could register what had just happened. He wants to see me later? How did he know my name? Then it occurred to me that I have a name tag, and he obviously meant he will see me later around the store or something. Little did I know I would be getting a visit from him sooner that I thought.
When I got home from work, Charlie was sitting there watching his favorite sports channel. "Hiya, Bells," he greeted me as I went to the kitchen for a snack. "Hey, Dad. Did you have dinner?" I called out, grabbing some cereal for myself. He didn't reply, which meant he was too focused on the TV to listen. I made my up to my room when I saw him. I stood there, frozen with fear as he smiled at me through the window. "Open up, Bella. Let me in?" he cooed, tapping on the glass. What should I do? Sure I may have fantasized about him at the store, but in reality there was a stranger knocking on my window in the middle of the night. I held my breath as I made my way to the window and opened it slightly to hear him better. "Did I come at a wrong time?" He asked, cocking his head to the side like he did last time. Must be trying to look cute. "W-what do you want? What are you doing at my house? How did you know where I live?!" I had a million questions, but he didn't seem to be in a rush to answer them. "Just let me in and I will explain everything. Please, Bella?" He gave me the biggest smile as his eyes pleaded for my approval. "I don't even know your name," I answered, this time cocking MY head to the side. Two can play at that game. "James. I have been watching you for a while, Bella. I just couldn't resist talking to you. I'm sorry for coming so late in the hour, but trust me, this is the only time I can come. I figured you weren't home alone, so I thought I might as well come to your window where no one else can see me. Let me in?"
And that's when the lamb let the lion into her room.