Disclaimer: Oh, if only I was the great SMeyer. But, alas I am not.
A/N: This is my tribute to my amazing friend Dionne. She's made of awesome.
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There I was, sitting at my computer reading yet another Twilight fanfiction.
"Oh Edward," I moaned to myself, "why can't you be real?"
I continued reading until I heard…
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
…something at my window. I went to see what it was. But there was nothing there. I turned around to go back to my computer when I heard it again.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
This time I opened my window. A gust of cool wind blew over me and pushed me on my bed. I squealed.
"There's no need to be frightened," I heard a voice say. I looked up from my reclined position and came face to face with…
"Edward Cullen?! But that's impossible! You're not real!"
"Oh, my fair lady, you wound me," he mocked with a crooked grin on his face.
"How is this possible," I wondered aloud.
"You tell me; this is your story."
"Really?"
"Indeed."
"So, I could ask you to do anything and you'd have to do it?" This had many pleasant possibilities.
"Exactly."
"Anything at all?" I wanted to be sure.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"Kiss me!"
"Your wish, my command."
He leaned toward my face and then…
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Wait? What happened?! Don't stop there! Keep going! Don't pull a Breaking Dawn on us! …wait. I wrote it. Why am I yelling at myself? Huh…
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