I've decided to continue this as a series of one-shots pertaining to important time points in Edward and Bella's lives. The additions will be very sporadic and I apologise in advance for a lack of regular updates.

SM owns Twilight, ashel-13 owns the original "I put a spell on you" one shot in BPoV.

EPoV

It's now July and the Cullen family grump is calmer and happy. The last nine months have been incredible. Since the Halloween party, Bella and I have barely been apart. It's strange to consider meeting your soul mate while still in high school, but I definitely have. Everything she does makes me smile, and I would do anything to make sure that her beautiful smile never leaves her face.

The first month after the Halloween party was intense: while we were blatantly together and disgustingly happy, the population of Forks High in general thought our dating each other meant that we finally wanted to date in general so both of us were propositioned with increased frequency and desperation. They really didn't understand that we only wanted to date each other. It was horrible. Some of the more vindictive girls even went so far as to tell Bella that I'd been cheating on her and that she should enjoy it while it lasts because there was no way she'd be good enough for me. How could these people not see that the opposite was true? That I was in no way good enough for her? Fortunately, I convinced her that there was nobody I'd rather be with. The fact that the times when I'd supposed cheated on her with somebody else were times when I'd actually been with her also helped.

For me, the worst was Mike Newton – he'd sniff round Bella like some kind of sick puppy and keep telling her that he was far better and had more experience in how to please the ladies. Bella shot him down good for that comment telling him that she now knew where to get samples of bacteria for biology class and that she had no desire to be with the male equivalent of the town bike. After that he left her alone, but made sure that any of the filthy rumours spread by Jessica and Lauren were broadcast far and wide. Bastard. Those jealous witches couldn't believe that I'd choose someone "plain and mousy with nothing special to recommend herself" over themselves. Lauren in particular developed an evil streak, especially after I told her that I didn't want to pick up any of the 10 strains of gonorrhea that she was currently harbouring. I'd tried and tried to be a gentleman, but she didn't pay attention and just would not leave the idea of herself and me together alone. Shudder.

After that came the stressful experience of college applications – both Bella and I were aiming high and applying to Dartmouth, Columbia and Harvard as well as UW. Between the forms for the colleges and the scholarship applications, we were both highly stressed for a while and more than a few tears were shed on Bella's part. My stress manifested as insomnia and I soon found that the only way I could get any sleep was if Bella was in my arms. As a result, the tree outside Bella's window saw far more action than it possibly should have. I'm sure Charlie suspected something, but he never mentioned it and our relationship was pretty good. He did take me to one side and ask my intentions – a nerve-racking concept at the best of times – but I seemed to pass. My immediate response was that I intended to make her happy for as long as she would let me.

We were on tenterhooks waiting for our applications to come back – Bella was accepted into UW, Columbia and Dartmouth, while I got into UW, Harvard and Dartmouth. The deciding factor was that Bella was also offered a full scholarship for Dartmouth to study English. I was going pre-med. We were both so excited and our parents were delighted, although sad that we'd be going so far from home.

My main problem for a while was our senior prom – more specifically trying to persuade Bella to go with me. She was adamant that she wants nothing to do with the whole "hideous and ridiculous mating ritual" – her words – so I spent weeks trying to think of an acceptable compromise. Once again, Alice came to the rescue. She and Bella had become firm friends and she knew Bella would loathe the pomp and circumstance involved with the prom. She pointed out that the Seattle Concert Hall was having a showcase of impressionist music, featuring works by Debussy and Ravel. Perfect. I spoke to both my parents and to Charlie and got their permission to go to Seattle for the concert and stay in a hotel overnight. Charlie did have some additional words along the lines of not betraying his trust, but that was never going to be my intention. Bella and I had already discussed taking our relationship to the next level and decided that we weren't ready for that step and neither of us wanted to succumb to the cliché of "doing it" on prom night.

While the rest of our year group was getting ready for the prom in the school gymnasium, complete with balloon arch and paper streamers, Bella and I were wandering around Seattle, before going for dinner and to the concert. I did insist that we dress up and was wearing my tux. When Bella came out the bathroom, I lost my voice. She was stunning in a deep blue Grecian style draped dress and took my breath away. How I'd got so lucky, I'd no idea. She blushed a glorious crimson when I complimented her outfit. Gorgeous. Even after all these months of my telling her that she was stunning, gorgeous, beautiful and any other appropriate adjective I could think of, she couldn't take a compliment well. She just shrugged and said "Alice". To be fair, that was the only explanation I needed. I had made a mental note to buy something for my favourite sister in gratitude.

I took her for an early dinner before the concert and we shared everything – crab salad and calamari appetisers, steak and duck entrees and a decadent chocolate lava cake for dessert that just melted in the mouth. While the meal was fabulous, it was nothing compared to the woman sat opposite me. Watching her fork disappear between her lips and her eyes roll with pleasure at the food was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. I just wanted to kiss her senseless and forget the rest of the night. Instead, I paid the bill and we walked the couple of blocks to the concert hall.

I'd managed to keep the theme of the concert a secret so when we entered the hall and sat in the stalls, I bought her a programme to commemorate the evening. She looked at it with wide eyes and threw her arms around my neck as though she'd never let me go. I knew then and there I'd made the right decision to not go to prom with her. The concert was sublime – the music included Bolero and La Valse by Ravel, followed by excerpts from Suite Bergamasque by Debussy, including my personal favourite Clair de Lune. I wanted to close my eyes and let the music wash over me, but found myself transfixed watching Bella's face light up when she recognised pieces and how her expression changed with every emotion. It was magical. When the concert ended, after a well deserved standing ovation for the orchestra and soloists, Bella looked at me with tears in her eyes and whispered "Thank you" before kissing me with so much emotion it made my heart ache.

When we got back to our hotel room we changed out of our formal wear, cuddled up to each other on the bed and talked and kissed until dawn. We talked about our hopes and dreams, about the concert, and talked about what everyone else would be doing. I was so glad to avoid the cheesy spectacle of the high school dance and Bella was too – she still hadn't got over her aversion to being the centre of attention, despite my telling her how beautiful she is and how my world revolves around her on a regular basis. If I'm honest, it's one of the things that attracts me most to her as she's so completely unaware how stunning she is and is so humble and selfless.

It's now graduation. I can honestly say the graduation gowns for Forks high are possibly the most hideous I've ever seen. It's described as gold, but actually looks like old mustard and is unflattering to just about everyone in the vicinity. Plus the actual gown is made from some synthetic fibre that itches despite a shirt, sweater and tie. Urgh. Alice has been bewailing it for months. I'm in line, just waiting for my name to be called. Bella is further back next to Jessica Stanley. Finally, my name is called and I walk across the stage to applause after accepting my diploma. Such pomp and circumstance for such a small thing. I turn and wait for my Bella and clap as I see her walking and blushing at the applause. I don't hear anything as she walks towards me. Finally, we get to throw our caps in the air and I crush her to me in a passionate hug and kiss as our families descend.

It's been an amazing few months and hopefully, things are only going to get better.

Please review so my writing can improve and so I know whether it's worth continuing this series.

Thank you!!!!

I'll see if E will respond to bribes ....