Edward's Secret
I looked out the dusty window of Charlie's house, waiting for Edward. He would come soon, after he hunted a delicious meal. I guess that's what you'd expect from a ninety-nine year old bloodsucking vampire whom by the way is old enough to be my grandpa. Anyway, Edward and I are going on a date, and I have to cope with the mouth dropping brats when they take a look at my man when he enters. He has that effect, with his beautiful golden-brown eyes and thick wavy hair that smells like Heaven itself, which is probably where he borrowed the fragrance from his old pal, Angel.
I watched as a silver Volvo pull in Charlie's spot in the driveway, which I'd be blamed for, but who cares? I was gonna be with my love, in a couple of seco---
"Hello, Bella." Edward whispered softly in my ear, and his lovely scent trickled down my ear. He climbed in and swooped me from the window sill and lowered me onto my bed.
"E-Edward", what are you doing? Are you going to try to seduce me? If you are, let me get rid of my fish fry breath." I might have been able to say something much more… ooh la la, but I slipped out UGH!
I tried to climb out of bed, but "Eddie" was holding me back.
"Love, I love your breath, fish or not. You're absolutely perfect. I won't have it any other way. Who needs to brush their teeth? And, Love, can we stay here tonight?"
"Of course honey, but, you obviously don't get around much. If you want to pretend to be a human, you have to know the trends, the famous people, and you have to read the tabloids. You can't just follow the trend of Leonardo DaVinci, or have the history with your BFF Alexander Graham Bell. Plus, you can not keep reading "Pride and Prejudice."
"OK, Love. I'm sorry if I upset you. I'm only ninety-nine; I'm still just a baby. Forgive me."
"A baby?!" I thought to myself. Wow, he's that old, or in his case that young, I guess I'm still a fetus. I took his black jacket fiercely in my sweaty palms and bit his lips. I felt a wave of emotion wash over me as our lips met again. I pulled him closer and I went for his chest as I ripped off his shirt. He trapped my t-shirt in his icy cold hands and ripped it off.
"Edward, I love you."
"I love you, too, Bella." Then he sat up and looked around my dull white room, looking for something. Then he sprinted out of bed and grabbed one of my "Teen Vogue" magazine and some other magazine and began reading the junk. He huffed at something and whispered to himself," You call that drama, Johnny Depp, just because you were homeless before, well, newsflash, I'm a freaking vampire."
I scoffed and sighed with a little anger in my voice, with him rubbing in that he's the most beautiful thing in the world and then there's me, Isabella Swan, more like Bella Goose, a normal human that eats like a pig and walks like Igor the Hunchback. Yippee for me. I was sitting there waiting for him to finish his scoffing and "yeah rights", and then a tall woman knocked lightly on my window and said, "Eddie, I'm ready to finish her off!"