Haha, iwas so bored and had absolutely no idea what to right . . .

:) LOVE

As I ate silently, thoroughly enjoying my food, I thought about the rest of Spring break. It was only really just starting and I already was having the time of my life. Probably the time of everyone else's lives, too, come to think about it. I couldn't imagine anything better than what I had.

It just seemed so . . . unfair. Not to me—certainly not, I was the luckiest person alive—but to everyone else. Why was I the one who got everything?

Edward's arms tightened around me.

Make that: Why was I the one who got everything and so much more?

I just couldn't conjure up anything that would make me worthy of this godlike creature, who was gladly enjoying all his spare time with me, sharing what would become my best memories.

I spooned another mouthful and popped it into my mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Already I was beginning to feel full, but I kept eating, knowing it would make him happy. Also, it was just so delicious. Of course he would find away to perfect the one thing I could do better than him. He could do everything.

I gazed out at our surroundings, able to take everything in properly for the first time because a certain somebody wasn't in my eyesight. The soft grass was lazily blowing in the pleasant breeze, the fields shivering in unison. I could see a couple of butterflies in the distant—they didn't flutter too close, thanks to Edward's presence. Bright, colourful flowers dotted the land, breaking up the vast greenery.

It was beautiful and tranquil. It was ours.

Moments passed, filled with the hum of insects that I couldn't see, the far away trickling of a stream and the quiet noises I made eating.

"What are you thinking?" Edward murmured into my ear.

"I was thinking about you, actually," I admitted, taking the last mouthful and feeling like I wouldn't be able to eat for a month.

He chuckled. "Good things, I hope."

"Obviously," I said, rolling my eyes even though he couldn't see. "What about you?"

He didn't answer for awhile, his nose skimming the back of my neck, as I concentrated on breathing evenly. I could here his breath, too, feel it on my skin, the coolness and sweetness that was Edward. He finally answered my question with one of his own.

"What would you like to do tomorrow?" he asked quietly.

"I'm not sure. I don't really mind, as long as I'm with you."

Edward pulled me even closer, my body moulding into his shape. He leant down and rested his chin on my shoulder, our cheeks touching. He turned slightly to face me a bit more.

"That's not very helpful," he stated into my ear.

I laughed. "I suppose it isn't. Why, do you have anything in mind?"

"Well . . . I was thinking . . ."

"Yes?" I prompted.

He laughed, the noise vibrating down my spine. "No. I'm not telling just yet. You'll have to wait so I can see how it goes."

I pouted. "That's not fair!" I turned around to glare at him, silently begging him to tell me. He knew perfectly well how I hated surprises.

He looked back deeply into my eyes, one of his hands rubbing my arm soothingly.

"Be patient, Bella," he whispered, a small smile playing up the corner of his mouth. His gaze turned down, noticing the empty plate in my lap for the first time. When he met my eyes once again he seemed delighted. "You liked it?" He asked in a soft tone, his enthusiasm only apparent in his golden eyes. He was raining in his emotions.

I decided to pay him back for his secret-keeping.

"Um . . ." I said slowly, drawing out the word uncertainly. I fiddled with the edge of the plate. "It was . . ."

Edward sighed. "So I didn't get it right?" He asked in a glum voice. I could feel him shake his head with disappointment. "I'm so sorry, Bella, you should have said something—"

". . . It was absolutely perfect," I finished, stating the truth and cutting him off.

Edward's head whipped back to my direction again, a puzzled look dominating his face until he understood that I'd been playing him. He smiled crookedly, sighing softly as he shook his head again.

"Well, good," he said contently, moving the dish from my lap and placing it back into the basket.

"Now will you tell me what we're going to do tomorrow?" I pressed anxiously. I couldn't stand not knowing where I would be with him the next day. "You are going to drive me crazy, you know."

He rolled his eyes. "You can stop asking, because I'm not giving anything away just yet."

"Humph," I huffed. "Well, as long as you're being stubborn, I'll just have to be mad at you." Of course that wasn't true. I wasn't the least bit mad—I had trouble from refraining into breaking a smile whenever I was near him. Still, hopefully it would work . . .

He rolled his eyes again. "Bella, you know perfectly well that won't happen." His voice was so sure that I frowned slightly.

"Oh?" I challenged.

He laughed. "You have trouble staying mad at me for longer than five minutes," he pointed out smugly. "And that's when I'm doing something that could possibly justify madness. You have no hope whatsoever."

My frown deepened. Dang it, he knew me well.

He chuckled at my silence, squeezing me gently.

"Don't worry about," he said dismissively. "Are you ready to go home?"

I stared up through the tree's branches, into the unusually blue sky. I could make out the sun behind one of the few clouds, and it was still high up in the sky. We had heaps of time left until Charlie got home.

"Do we have to?" I asked anxiously. "I'd rather stay here for a bit longer."

"That's fine. We can do whatever you like, Bella," he assured me.

I sighed contently and snuggled into his cold, strong arms.

I don't know how long we sat like that—all I knew was that I enjoyed every second. But, as time ticked by and the sun began to slowly sink into the horizon, I knew our time was coming to an end. I sighed again, this time with resignation.

Edward laughed quietly. "I'm taking it that it's time to go home now?" Without waiting for an answer, he somehow managed to swing me around in his arms so I was facing him, and stood up almost simultaneously with me cradled against him.

His fast movement knocked the breath out of me temporarily, and I took a deep breath to steady myself.

"Unfortunately," I got out, answering his question anyway. His golden eyes shone with amusement as they bore into mine, our faces inches apart. His bronze hair ruffled in the breeze slightly.

Before I could loose my head, however, he placed me gently—but quickly—back on the ground. His arms steadied me before he let go of me, making sure I had my footing. Then they dropped to his sides.

"Don't you have to run us home?" I asked, wondering why he hadn't just helped me onto his back like he usually did. Not that I was complaining about postponing the trip, of course. It was the downside of coming to the most beautiful place on the planet.

Edward heard the reluctance in my voice, and, knowing my hatred of when he carried me as he ran, smiled slightly. His face remained warm as he spoke, but I could detect a minor tone of something else I couldn't place in it. "Yes," he confirmed, the smile growing wider. "But I was wondering if, beforehand, you would mind me showing you something."

I blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Do you trust me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Of course," I answered immediately. "Edward, what do you mean?"

He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then finally returned my gaze, searching my face. I grew impatient.

"What's with all the evasiveness today?" I demanded, slightly irritated.

At that he laughed, louder than normal.

"I'm sorry," he said, humour still plain in his musical voice. Then he grew a bit more serious. "I promise this is nothing big at all, really. I'm just hesitant in case you'll be afraid."

A frown creased my forehead. What an earth was he talking about?

"Bella, you're not afraid of heights, are you?" he asked.

My frown deepened. "No, not at all," I said, perplexed.

"Good, then," he murmured, and brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. My heart skipped a beat. "Come on, then," he encouraged, turning around, clearly waiting for me to climb on his back. I was used to this gesture now. I sighed and stepped forward, tentatively reaching my arms out. Quick as a flash, his hands reached behind him and he helped me on. I could imagine his eyes roll as he did so, although I couldn't see his face. Edward straightened up. "Hold on," he reminded me, as if I wasn't already.

"Hang on," I said quickly, rushing my words before he took off. "I thought you said you wanted to show me something?"

"Yes, that is correct," he murmured.

I didn't say anything, frustrated yet again at his skill of avoiding the direct question. How many times had he answered so vaguely now? Probably the amount of times I'd blushed.

He understood my silence. "Patience, Bella," he reminded me.

Edward laughed one startling laugh, finding humour in something that was still a mystery to me. His laugh was relaxed, delighted, and sounded so wonderful my eyes glazed over. How could someone be so perfect?

I nestled my head into the crook of his head, taking a deep breath.

And then we were off.

Whooo! Okay, so this story obviously doesn't have much of a story line . . . still, that's because I'm just filling in that gap in the book. More Cullens coming into the story soon :)