Hi. First story here. Let's see how it goes, eh? Oh and I need a beta if any one is interested.
Stephenie owns Twilight. Unfortunately.
Prolouge
Bag, money, keys. Check, check, check. I swung the door open and my heart jumped in my chest.
Burnt crispy autumn leaves twisted and swam around my head. I sighed a steaming dewy breath into the chilling wind and turned on my heel.
"Please Eddie, please, please please." I whined, cupping my hands together.
"No, we can't stay out late. You're mom would be furious." A velvet silk voice whispered into my ear. I pouted crossing my arms across my chest, spun from him and violently sat down on the ground. I could hear a deep huff coming from behind me and I knew I had won the battle. I felt safe arms gently wrap around me lifting me up and pressing my face into his chest. He always smelled the same. Sweet and rough all at the same time. Nuzzling close into his chest I pressed my nose against his cotton lined jacket, trying my best to convince him to stay just a little later.
"Oh all right," he sighed, sounding defeated but not too upset, "I guess we could stay out here on the swings for five more minutes. I grinned and wiggled in his arms, itching to get on the swings and jump off just to have him catch me.
The vision swam, lurching forward.
"Higher, higher! Throw me higher!" My voice breathless from laughing, the feeling of childhood swimming into my head suffocating me with sweet happiness. Hands covered in sweet leather gloves threw me into the air, and gently pulled me back down, breathlessly laughing from amusement.
The vision ended, and I was still frozen in my spot staring directly into the face of an angel. This was the face of the man in my dreams, the one with me as a little girl. I almost choked just at the sight of him. His hair, a perfect mess of molten autumn leaves, rusty, and shinning. Two pairs of desperate caramel and honey eyes bored into my own, searching for something and seeming to come alive with each second that passed. As if he recognized me too…I shook my head once, glancing down then back up into his face. A frozen porcelain hand still poised over the door ready to knock.
"Is there something you need?" I asked breathlessly, my cheeks turning a bright scarlet color. My body screamed at me, a memories swirling and spinning around my head. I knew him, I knew this beautiful man. He was in my dreams. The only question was, why was he standing gloriously in front of me.
"I'm not sure." His eyes bored deeply into mine, churning and sizzling with a staggering amount of emotions. We stood in achingly calm silence.