Eight years earlier
We were laying on my bed listening to my lullaby in complete
silence. High school would begin tomorrow and everything would change. I was
slowly running my fingers through his hair when I realized things might change
for the worst. Edward Cullen was the most beautiful guy I have ever seen I
would say handsome but it wasn't broad enough. He had this messy bronze hair
that made him look like he just rolled out of bed. He has these gentle emerald
eyes that make you swoon and when he's angry they have a mysterious glint
that almost makes him seem dangerous.
Most people have never seen Edward smile maybe a cocky
little grin but never the real thing, but when I really see him smile that
crooked little smile he says it's just for me. He wasn't real arrogant
either. He was gentle man, totally and completely charming and I love him. But
I'm just his best friends practically knew each other before we were born
(our moms were friends). Besides I'm just plain old Bella why would he have
me when he could find someone so much better??
"Bella… are you okay?" He asked. The song had stopped and my
fingers were mid way frozen in his hair. I slowly pulled my hand back and gave
him a shaky smile and said "Yeah I'm okay." I lied terribly. Edward
turned to face me and frowned. "I know you better than that." He said his
eyes demanding a real answer. I sigh "You'll become the baseball star and
football star, okay scratch that you'll be the star of all the sports at
Forks High. You'll become so popular that you won't know what to do and
you'll get a girlfriend. I'm just afraid you won't have time for me."
Tears welled up and spilled over onto my cheeks. I quickly look away.
"Isabella Marie Swan I would never leave you behind!" Edward said
sounding oh so serious and a little mad. I looked at him. His gaze was steady.
"I can't imagine life without you Bella and don't you ever think that I
won't have time for you!!" He brushed a stray piece of hair out of my
face. As I gaze into his eyes I see this emotion I couldn't quite name…
was it love? No he couldn't love me…could he?
He leaned down and softly brushed his lips across my
cheek. If my cheek weren't already burning now they were on fire.
He leaned a little closer into me while rummaging through
his pocket. After a minute he pulled out his pocket knife. "Oh Edward not
again! Aren't we a little too old for the blood oath?" I say not wanting
to have to cut my palm again. But he didn't seem to be listening. He looked
at me such intensity that all thoughts of blood left my mind. "I love you
Bella. You're my best friend. I can't imagine one day without you. Do you
love me to?" I nod not trusting myself to speak out loud. "Then promise me
if neither of us are married by the age of 22 that we'll marry each
other." My heart fills with hope and joy.
"I promise." I whisper. Then he takes my hand gently and
slowly drags the blade across until there was a thin line of blood. He
repeats this on his own hand and then we clasp our hands together mixing the
blood and making the oath official. Be we still held each others hand as we
lay there in a intense silence hoping its not time for him to go home.