It seemed like just a few minutes later when a bouncer pulled us from a deep and meaningful conversation about which was better: My Chemical Romance or The Used. I liked both, but tended to lean towards MCR. Gerard Way was the closest thing to heaven I could have imagined before tonight. Now he was a close second. Edward, however, thought that MCR was just a watered down mainstream version of The Used. According to him, Gerard Way was far from an angel, he should just leave alternative rock to the big boys like Bert Mcracken. It was weird how time just slipped by, how we could talk about even the most unimportant things imaginable but still be hanging on each other's every word. Nothing close to this had ever happened to me. The bouncer told us that they were shutting the club down and asked us to leave. I felt my stomach sink because now it was over; I would leave with my friends and him with whomever he had came with. I glanced over at him, for what could be the last time, and saw that his expression mirrored mine. He obviously didn't want the night to end either. This thought pulled me out of my impending doom quite a bit. Maybe it wouldn't have to end tonight…

We walked out into the parking lot, I was searching for my friends, (maybe they were still sober enough to remember that they were my only form of transportation tonight), then I realized that the red Explorer I had arrived in was nowhere to be found. Edward grabbed my hand; it sent the same shock up my arm as the cracker incident had. He felt it too, because he glanced down at our hands and gave mine a tight squeeze. He was leading me to a silver Volvo that was parked back behind the now-dark night club.

"Do you mind if I take you home tonight?"

Usually I was against getting into strange cars with strange boys I had met under strange circumstances, but before he had even finished his sentence, I had said yes. A wide smile broke out across his face; surely someone this perfect wouldn't do anything to hurt me. He unlocked the door and opened it for me, then raced over to the driver side. He was in and driving off before I got my seat belt buckled. He reached one hand over and flipped the radio on. The car was immediately filled with the sound of a blaring Breaking Benjamin song. I laughed out loud; it was so loud you could hear it over the music. Edward, turning several shades of red, turned down the volume to a more non- ear drum bursting level and glanced at her.

"What? Do you have a problem against Breaking Benjamin too?" He kept his head turned, but somehow he didn't hit anything.

"No, it's just you don't strike me as the Breaking Benjamin type. Isn't it more of a hardcore rock thing then a pop-rock thing?"

Edward looked appalled. "Do I strike you as the preppy poppy best friends to all the girls' type of guy? If so, my first impression may not have come across like I had hoped."

"No, that's not what I meant. It's just that Breaking Benjamin is so… I don't know how to put it other than this, emo. You on the other hand are, from what I can tell and I might be mistaken because I've only known you a couple of hours, you seem to be the happy go lucky type."

"You are right. But just because I don't hate the world doesn't mean that I don't like to listen to people that do."

"You make a good point."

"I usually do."

They were speeding down the highway. Suddenly Edward slowed down quite a bit. "Where do you live? I hope it's not in the other direction, because we just spent fifteen minutes going this way."

"I live in Forks, just moved there a week ago."

He laughed an incredulous laugh. "Really, is your last name Swan?"

Okay, maybe I had been wrong about him not doing anything to hurt me, he knew my last name, was he my stalker? But the thought was immediately banished from my mind when he kept talking.

"It is, isn't it? So you're the mysterious Isabella Swan."

"What? How do you know who I am?"

"You are the new police chief's daughter. People have been talking about you for weeks. I'm just sad that I missed your first days of school. I bet that was something."

"You go to Forks' High School?"

"Yep, I'm a junior."

"Me too."

"Maybe we'll have some classes together."

"I hope so." I really did hope so, I was now unbearably happy. Not only would this not be the last night I saw him, but I would see him so much he would probably get sick of me. I realized the car had stopped and we were outside of my house. I wasn't alarmed that he knew where I lived; I bet everyone did here in the tiny town of Forks.

I put my hand on the door handle, trying to open it and step out without taking my eyes off of his face, when he gently grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He looked deep in my eyes, and my breath was taken away again by his creamy gold ones. I had never seen anything like them before.

"Would it be okay if I came over tomorrow? I don't really want to not see you again until Monday. I could show you around Forks, if you'd like."

I could only shake my head yes, because I still couldn't breathe right. He leant his head towards me and gently kissed me. Then he pulled me to him as much as could be allowed in the front seat of the Volvo. The kiss that had started off as gentle and soft, had now turned much more passionate than I, and probably even him, had anticipated. After several long minutes, I pulled away. He had his eyes closed and when he opened them he looked hungry, it made my stomach flutter with butterflies. He brushed my hair back out of my eyes, and I carefully got out of the car, only stumbling once or twice on my way to the porch. I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to unlock the door. That wasn't helping, I kept imagining his golden eyes and it made me miss the lock a couple times before I finally threw it open. I looked back at him one more time and waved. He waved back and sped off.

My mom and dad were on an overnight trip with some of their friends, and I was glad. I didn't want to explain to them why my cheeks were flushed and why my brown eyes were bright (my mom would probably know though, she was good with things like that.) I also didn't have to lie about where I was and who I was with. I knew I would have to explain to them tomorrow why this gorgeous boy was coming to my house when I had never even mentioned him, I realized now that I didn't even know his last name.

Later that night, after my shower and a couple of failed attempts at trying to get my mind off of Edward, I lay in bed staring out my window. I was thinking about tonight, and how I had kissed a boy I had only known a couple of hours. But I didn't regret it, it felt right to me. I was as anxious and excited as I had ever been with anything that involved Forks. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, when I would see my golden eyed angel again.