A/N: short chapter, enjoy.
Oh, and i don't own Twilight. yep, not that lucky.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes, I felt a little better. I had used the hot water to calm me, and now I was just fighting exhaustion. I really regretted staying up all night… wait, no. I wouldn't regret any time spent with Edward, no matter the cost to my body. Who cares? I could make up the sleep. My time with Edward was priceless.
When I finished blow drying my hair so it was pin straight, I threw my towel into the dirty clothes pile and made my way back to my room. He was waiting, of course, in the rocking chair in the corner of my room. I walked over to him where he was waiting with his arms open. He hugged me close and whispered in my ear.
"Are you all ready to go?" he asked and kissed me on the cheek.
"Yes, I just need to pack, you know, for sleeping over," of course he knew, but I wanted to say the words out loud. I, Isabella Swan, was spending the weekend with my vampire boyfriend and his vampire family.
He smiled at my excitement, "I'm not so sure you are going to have to worry about clothing. You see, Alice heard that you were coming and well, she…" I cut him off with a nod. Alice. She bought me clothes, or she was planning to. "I apologize, I know how you hate it, she's an unstoppable force of nature, but of course you know that," I nodded again. I knew all too well. "Anyway, I guess we should be going," he said, lifting me off the floor and carrying me skillfully to my truck. He set me down at the front of my truck, looked at it, and groaned.
"Shush, shush. None of that. Charlie needs to see my truck gone and the ride is short, with your insane driving, anyway. You'll live," I defended my truck and my reason for taking it. I hated when he complained about my truck. I loved it, it had personality.
He picked me up again and carried me to the passenger side door where he swiftly sat me on the seat, and in the same second, shut my door. Not a whole second later, he was sitting next to me.
"Yes, well, one of these days this truck will fail because I've pushed it too hard. A senior citizen - as you once categorized it - should not be pushed to such extremes," he noted, peeling out of the driveway.
"I couldn't agree more, and that's why you should let me drive. I've had much more practice driving… reasonably slow, and my truck has a chance of survival with me at the wheel," I reasoned, hoping he would agree. Something told me he would never agree with me when it came to my truck.
I was right. "Not a chance. With you driving, we would never be able to accomplish anything," he smiled, trying to lighten his tone, making it sound like a joke, but I knew it wasn't.
"Enough talk about my truck and my driving. What's the game plan for tonight?" I pressed, hoping to distract him.
"Whatever you want. I'm sure Alice would love to convince you to go shopping with her, but you need to rest," stroking the bags under my eyes with one cold thumb, he continued, "and I wouldn't want to push you too far. Humans need sleep, and you have lost hours upon hours on my behalf. I owe you sleep, I will make sure Alice doesn't pester you tonight with her quest to buy more mountains of clothes."
I yawned, all this talk about sleep was making me tired, and if that wasn't enough, I was melting under his simple touch. "Sounds good to me." I said, yawning again, he chuckled.
"Maybe a nap, first. I'm not sure you can hold out until nightfall," he turned onto the invisible road to his house.
We reached his house in record time; the trees rushing pasted us, just blurs of different shades of green and brown. For once, it wasn't raining in Forks; it was just a cloudy, hazy, foggy day. A day safe for Edward to go outside. A day wasted, most likely spent listening to me sleep. The truck came to a stop, and in an instant, Edward was opening my door, pulling me into the circle of his arms. I was sure that my exhaustion was going to overtake me soon, and I think he could sense it, too. With that, he lightly picked me off the ground and carried me up the stairs, comfortably in his stone arms, where I slipped into unconsciousness.
