I began to stir, my deep blue eyes opening lazily - the afternoon sun streamed in from my window. I was captured by the dancing dust that was highlighted by a sun ray. I love moments like that, when you can find the beauty in the most simplest of things. Along with the soft music still playing in my ear is what I call a perfect moment.

A smile formed involuntary on my lips. I take a minute to look around my bedroom. The atmosphere seemed so safe and calm. I was hit with inspiration. I sit up quickly, my bare feet padding heavily across the floor. I go to my desk, once seated I pull out my sketch pad. Finding the perfect spot I let my fingers skim and shade the paper, trying to hold on to this rare moment of serenity. Not caring of the time that slipped away or that my fingers were now stained and marked with led.

I carried long after the sun had disappeared. I recreated the image in several different ways. My emotions seen to pour into my drawings – it was therapeutic. My hands reached out tucking away the golden lock of curly hair that had gotten loose and splayed across my face.

Not a minute later the curly lock appeared again. I don't know why, but I guess it ruined my concentration. So instead of tucking the strand of hair away, I swatted at it like a fly. Ouch, I clutched my stinging head.

I looked up when I heard muffled laughter. Edward was half leaning against the door. One arm holding his quivering body while the other covered his mouth in an attempted to stifle his high pitched broken laughter. I looked down in embarrassment. I could feel myself flush. "G … o … oo … god you're freaking face. That was fucking hilarious." It seemed to me the longer the thought about it the louder his laugh got.

He was now sprawled across the floor outright cackling. Just the sight of him made my stomach clench. Tears slipped down his face mingling with running snot. There must be something wrong with me. Like a clinch in my brain or something because the sight of him I found to beautiful for words.

I soon noticed that he had calmed down a bit and actually he seems a little embarrassed too, ha. Soon I am beside him offering my hand. Once he is standing, he lets go of my hand and I felt a pang of loss. Whenever he touched me it's like he imprints his touch upon my skin and it lingers for a while long after his hand had disappeared. I look at him and raise my eyebrows. He lets out a broad smile. "I haven't laughed that much since your dad woke up to his painted toe nails." I smirk at the memory.

START OF FLASHBACK

We were camping. Bella and Edward were cuddling and Alice was seated on the ground her head resting on Edwards knees. Lucky girls I thought, silently wishing it was me wrapped up in his arms. i looked at the three of them and could tell that the girls were up to something because they would just start to laugh at the most random moments.

I asked them what was funny but they never divulged me into their little secret. But soon enough we all heard a shrill cry. I jumped up; alerted and began scanning the area for a girl. I was freaked out because the only girls with us were Bella and Alice. No way could it be someone else because we were in a secluded lake surrounded by trees.

Imagine my surprise when my dad charged at us screaming profanities. I was so confused. I watched as Edward let out peals of laughter actually falling of his log. I went to ask what was wrong when I noticed them. Yes them. My dad's toes were painted a fire engine red with what looked like glittery stars.

He glared daggers at us all, if looks could kill. I sat up stiffly and made my way into the forest. Only then did I let out my much needed laughter. I was buckled. I heard a noise, it was Edward and he too began to laugh.

I moved to him, clinging as laughter wracked my body. He buried his head in between my shoulders. I froze, only for a split second then I wrapped my arms around him. Everything got silent and time stilled. He looked up into my eyes. His bright green eyes glistened with unshed tears.

His smile died down as I carried on looking at him. I felt his hands tighten on my waist. I watched as his eyes darkened. He broke the silence. "The girls are in so much shit." He said with an impish smile breaking whatever spell that had taken over us.

END OF FLASHBACK

God, had no truer words been spoken! I didn't think my dad had it in him to punish his darling angel. But I stand corrected. She was grounded for a month. I took my bottom lip in between my lips a nervous habit I had adopted over the years. I shook myself out of the memory to see Edward sitting on my bed ever so casually, fucking tease.

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