( A/N I wanted to do a serious (or at least somewhat) fanfiction, so here it is. I always had the mental image of an angel falling from the sky, so I decided to make a serious, mature, occasionally funny fanfiction. So here you go! Also, for the person reading this. . . . I WANT MORE REVIEWS!!)

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. From those beautiful gossamer wings that protruded from his back, right under his pale shoulder blades. I reached out a quivering hand to stroke them, the rain still pounding on me. I stopped my hand, inches away from his skin.

It came to me then that he had to be positively freezing. He was going to suffer phenomena if he stayed in the back of my truck like that. I mean, the guy was naked, so it had to be cold!

I shook some of the water from my vision and prepared to scoop this guy up. I had to get him inside the truck to warm him up, but he looked double my height. I wished I had gone to the gym more often.

I scrambled into the back with him so I could gain more stable ground when I tried to fish him out. I slipped inside the truck and banged my head against the side. Colors flashed and pain took over. I was going to get a concussion if this banging my head routine didn't stop soon. . . .

I got onto my knees and ignored the aching bump on the back of my head. I slid over to his side and flipped him over gently. Or at least I tried; I was right, I couldn't do so well because he was twice my mass. I pushed against his side with al my strength. Wow! This angel was cold and impossibly hard, like a stone sculpture more then anything. I had always thought that angels would be warm and soft, but that wasn't the case apparently! Or maybe he was freezing because he was out here in the rain.

"Oh, come on, move!" I hissed at him. He wasn't responding to my pushing and nudging at all. It was as if he couldn't even feel it. I put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating.

. . . .Nothing. His heart wasn't beating!

"Oh, no!" My voice sounded half-strangled. I killed an angel! Oh man, oh man, oh man. . . . I wondered if I could get sent to jail for this? For giving an angel a concussion when he fell into my truck and drowned, or bonked his head and got a horrible rain-induced disease? This just wasn't my day.

"Speak, Dammit!" I slapped him in the face. "OW!" I nursed my injured hand. It had bounced off him like a rubber ball!

I tried again; I grabbed his ankles and pulled him with all of my under-used muscles. After five whole minutes of tugging his feet so hard it would have popped them out of human sockets, I was finally able to move him. His body had only scooted a few inches, but that was okay with me. Finally, some progress. I repeated my pulling over and over again until I pushed him over the side of the truck . . . and into a mud puddle.

I swore loudly as I hopped next to him and turned him face up. His face wasn't bruised in anyway. Good; I wouldn't be reported for abuse at least. But I was astounded he hadn't woken from a four foot fall onto concrete. This guy was really dead to the world when he slept.

I dragged him through the muddy puddles and into the car. I had some difficulty pushing him into it, because he was all slippery. And he weighed roughly the same weight as a boulder, of course. But somehow I managed it. After huffing like a maniac and straining every single bone in my body to get him on the seat, the perfect, bronze haired angel was safely in my car. Satisfied that he was shielded by the rain, I went around to the driver's side and hopped in.

My car was going to be totally soaked from all the water we were releasing into it. My clothes were leaking the rain water into the back of my seat profusely, and my combat boots were spilling water from the inside out. I snuck a peek at the angel to see if he had the same effect to my car. Droplets of rain water clung to some of the gossamer ivory feathers of his wings, making them look as if they sparkled. My heart sped up at a ridiculous pace. His beauty was pure and flawless.

I didn't start the car immediately. There was a moment of silence as I tucked his huge wings close to his body. His wings were silken smooth, and I ran my hands over them, brushing away the rain drop. His whole frame shivered from my touch. I stroked his wings softer, warming up the feathery down. The texture reminded me of a baby chick; all furry and fluffy, but so smooth at the same time. I wondered if his perfectly muscled body could possibly compare to them. . . . Speaking of his body! Dear God. . . . You'd think that angels would have the decency to not give a girl a heart attack and wear some jeans at least?! My face was absolutely burning. Thank goodness he was knocked out; it would be embarrassing to explain I was blushing because of his nudity.

Not that I really minded. Secretly, I thought he was the most dazzling creature I ever met. And possibly the most gifted in the pelvic arena. I felt my cheeks redden and tore my eyes away from that particular area of this celestial being. Were angels supposed to be that hot? It should have been a sin. Nothing that brought on so much lust could ever be holy.

I heard a soft groan come from him. He was alive! That was good. His wings shivered a little bit, the soft snowy feathers of his wings blowing only in minuscule amounts. His head moved to the side sleepily and he let a sigh escape his lips; his amazingly luscious looking lavender lips. . . .

My body was subconsciously leaning closer to him, as if he had an aura of gravity all his own. Except this gravity . . . felt electric. As if there was an electric current passing from us. Like we were magnets begging to meet up with each other.

I pressed myself against the opposite window as fast as I could. This guy was dangerous---he drew people in like a Venus fly trap. An impossibly perfect Venus flytrap, but that was beside the point.

"Get a grip, Bella," I urged myself. My foot found the gas pedal and I pressed it down, determined to keep my eyes on the road and not on the person beside me.

Trees blurred past us as I sped down the road towards my house, chafing the speed limit set by my car. The only good thing about tonight was that it stopped raining now. The rest of my evening so far had been hell. I didn't get to defeat Mike in gym, and now I found an angel! I had to be one very unlucky person to get loaded with that.

I mean, all I wanted was to be a normal person! I wanted friends, a mother, and I wanted to have Charlie back. That's it. I'd like to believe my demands were pretty small. But no. . . . I got landed with . . . with . . . him. I gave the bronzed god another sneaky glance from the corner of my eye. He was still asleep, his head still on one side and his mouth partially opened. He whimpered softly in his dreams. It was a heart wrenching sound; he was in pain, even if it was only in his head. I wanted to ease the pain somewhat. But I could only do that when he was safe up in my cozy little home. He needed somewhere to sleep---I had a feeling that he would be staying with me a little while longer.

Finally we made it to my house. It was a little cabin in the middle of the woods, but it was able to stand by itself. It was strong, and that's what I liked about it. I got out of the car hastily and sloshed through the puddles over to my heavenly passenger. He didn't seem quite as heavy to me now; I had probably gained some serious weight lifting skills from the last time I tried to pick him up.

I let him fall against my shoulder and wrapped an arm firmly around his midsection to keep him steady as I struggled up the front steps with him. One of his wings opened reflexively when I touched his shoulder with my own. It flapped very softly for only one time and then wrapped possessively over my body, clutching me closer to him. My nose made contact with his neck, forcing me to accidentally take in a deep breath of his scent.

The smell of him was impossibly delicious, the grandest scent in the world. It was as if he had played in honey suckle and then got splashed with a jar of the sweetest vanilla extract in the world. Except better. More concentrated than that; he was the cause of such a smell. Nothing could possibly compare to him.

My thoughts scattered like leaves in a brisk autumn wind. It took me awhile to breathe normally again and focus on the task at hand---to bring this physically faultless individual to the shelter of a warm room. I heaved him onto the porch and fumbled with my key from the pocket on my S.H.E. Sugar Hooker purse. One handed, I jammed the key into the lock, twisted it roughly and then kicked the door open with my foot. The angel's wing was still draped over me in a protective manner; as if he was shielding me from something dangerous. Or maybe that was my overactive imagination playing games with my head.

I pulled his body over to the red and white plaid couch in the living room. His pale bare feet dragged over the carpet, his immaculate toes making a trail as they went against the rug. I set him gently onto the sofa, wings side up. I turned his face to the side so he didn't suffocate against the pillow in his slumber. His odd colored hair ruffled from the movement. I pulled a few strands away from his eyes, marveling at how glossy his hair was.

My eyes raked over his form. The angel's wings were neatly folded like a bird's against his back. He smiled subconsciously, and my voice caught in my throat. He had the most breathtaking smile I had ever seen. And he was asleep too; I could only imagine the effect it would have on me when he was awake.

His fingers twitched and his eye brows furrowed slightly. He pulled his wings closer to his body, heating himself. That's when I pulled myself out of my daze.

"Oh! I'll go get you a blanket," I said guiltily. He didn't say anything, which is about all I really expected. I grabbed a flannel blanket from the hallway cupboard and hurried to his side. I swathed his body with the fabric and tucked him in, making sure that his wings were snuggly inside. His impossibly dark eyelashes seemed to look longer when he smiled contentedly from the warmth. If I looked closely, I could see a little blush forming just above his cheek bones. It made my heart skip a beat and melt completely.

My stomach growled, making my hunger known. I hadn't eaten at all today. Although I did just find a celestial being who fell from the sky, so I probably had a good excuse for missing lunchtime. I grabbed a bottle of Yoo-Hoo from the fridge, shaking it vigorously so it could taste better.

The chocolate milk really did straighten me out; or at least made me sleepy. After recycling the glass bottle and trudging my aching feet down the hallway to my bedroom, I shut the door behind me and locked it. If the guy sleeping on my couch woke up, I didn't want him where I slept. He may have been an angel, but he was still a guy, and I knew how the male mind worked.

I flung myself onto the dark red sheets of my water bed, bouncing a few times before halting to a stop. I pulled the sheets up to my chin and snuggled in, turning around to face the moon, which was beaming down at me through my window. A shooting star shot across the night time sky; a beautiful blur.

My eyelids drooped sleepily. My vision was getting more and more incoherent as I let slumber overwhelm me. And then, I was completely out of it.

-------------------------- ' early in the morning ' --------------------------

I stirred, awoken by the weak sunlight that escaped my blinds. Last night I had such a bizarre dream. . . . I dreamt that I was being held down against my will by strong hands. I kept trying to wiggle free from their hold because they kept trying to hack off my wings from my skin. My gorgeous bat wings . . . I needed them to swoop down onto the unsuspecting town's people here in Forks. I had been so close to shearing all of Lauren's blond hair off too.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned, drawing the blankets closer to me. I didn't want to wake up yet; it was a Saturday! It couldn't be later then six o'clock in the morning. Definitely not my time of day. I hated mornings.

I tossed uncomfortably in my bed. The blankets were probably caught in the corner or something, because they didn't move an inch when I attempted to get warmer. I tried again, tugging harder then usual. I felt a pressure on the left side of the bed. So that's where it was caught.

I let the blanket remain difficult however. If I battled with it I would only wake myself further. Instead, I rolled over closer to it, sure that it would be warmer then the other side.

I bumped into something very cold and impossibly hard. My forehead creased, but I kept my eyes closed. With one of my hands under the sheets, I slowly lifted them up to feel the object besides me.

My fingers trailed along something that felt very much like a thigh and a hip. My eyelids scrunched tight, confused. However, I continued moving upwards. I felt something along the lines of very tight abdominal musculature and smooth arms. Curious, my fingertips splayed over the perfectly placed limb muscles for an arm. Still, my hand went onward onto a smooth, slim neck, and then a few satin like spokes of messy corn-silk hair. I felt a pointed jaw, a delicate nose, and then my fingers came to rest on what felt like velvety lips, the breath of the person coming in and out slowly.

Wow, this dream was very vivid. I actually believed that some guy was in my bed right next to me. I smiled in self-pity and snuggled closer to the object, sliding both of my hands around it. I shivered. This thing beside me was freezing! Positively glacial, like it was locked in a freezer all night. But I didn't mind. I wrapped my arms tighter around it. And felt something. . . . odd. Something that felt suspiciously like . . . like. . . .

An angel's wings.

My eyelids snapped open in alarm. And I choked over my own voice, failing to even scream.

The beautiful bronze haired angel was sleeping in my bed, enveloping his arms around me as well, pulling me closer to his chest.

I felt something against my thigh. Something no one but a guy could have, lets say.

GOOD GRIEF!! HE WAS STILL NAKED!!