This is my first Fan Fiction so please go easy on me.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it! Twilight isn't mine, unfortunately. Otherwise I wouldn't be writing a Fan Fiction.
Another bright Saturday morning. Bright beams of sunlight streamed through the curtains. I rolled over to say Good Morning to Edward since he decided not to say it first.
"Good-". I cut myself short realizing that he wasn't there. That was odd. Something must be up. I was instantly suspicious. This was probably due to the fact that last night he
promised that he'd stay until the morning. Yet, I was here in my room and he was not.
I got up and took my daily shower thinking that he's probably just in the kitchen, preparing me breakfast or something equally romantic. I finished blow-drying my hair, put on a run-of-the-mill outfit that Alice would not have approved of and bounded down the stairs.
As usual, I tripped on the second last one and was sent flying through the air.
Except this time there was no one to catch me.
Huh? I looked around the tiny kitchen. Where could the vampire in question be? Edward has always been so full of mysteries. Predicable and unpredictable at the same time. I decided not to call his cell, but to just show up at his house instead.
I gobbled down a pop tart from the cupboard and walked out to the front porch and up to my truck, not bothering to lock the door behind me. As I opened the door on the driver's side of my truck, I realized that I'd forgotten my keys. So I trudged up to the house again to retrieve them.
When I stepped in I sensed something was different. It was something that normal, unobservant people wouldn't have noticed. The furniture was slightly shifted around. Instead of the couch being pressed right up against the table it was back a few inches and on the sink instead of the pot being on top of the dirty plates on the right side of the sink it was moved alone on the left side.
"Hello?" I called into the emptiness that was my house. "Anyone there?"
I shrunk away feeling completely idiotic. Charlie was here earlier this morning, wasn't he? He probably moved those things around.
But then I remembered Edward and went back outside to limb truck. The roar of the engine frightened me as I was already accustomed to the stillness that occupied my house only moments before.
As I drove away in my old truck I wondered what his excuse was this time. Had he went out to hunt and forgot to tell me? Nah I quickly dismissed this idea as he went hunting only a few days before.
I pulled up into his driveway and saw Edward there, playing with the engine of his Volvo.
"Hey Edward!" I called as I parked my truck and stepped out.
Edward looked up surprised and slightly confused. He stood up straight and looked at me curiously. "Who are you?" He asked.
