Dustdevils

by vampluvr'96

bella isnt who the cullens think she is. she doesnt love edward, he's a creepy stalker. when the cullens leave she returns to the people she cares for most. bella ooc dont like dont read no flame tolerance

3. Chapter 3

I own nothing.

Chapter One:

DPOV:

BELLA! That was all that went through my head as I saw Jo walking to the back of her truck with Bella's toolbox. Dang, I'd even recognize her toolbox. But that might be from watching her when she was working, eating, driving if I could, and trying to memorize every detail about her. How does she not see how much I love her? She is so kind and smart. She is fun to be around to, that might be the most important, or perhaps the most important is her sense of humor.

I started walking toward Jo's truck and saw the tarp on the ground, so Bella is checking for anything that she needs to correct. I saw her reattach the outer shell of DOROTHY and open the lid to the sensors. She reached in and grabbed one. She looked back at me before she could open the plastic cover of the sensor. She looks as beautiful as ever, long, wavy mahogany hair, deep brown eyes, small grin that would take over her face if it could and lit up her eyes. She wore her usual: cut-off-sleeves t-shirt that rode up a few inches, revealing some of her creamy-white skin, low rise daisy-dukes, and classic, worn, high-top converse that she has worn for so long that I'm surprised they haven't fallen apart yet, she even duct-taped them near the toes because the cloth had worn so thin. I think she was wearing them when we met, they were new then, of course, but they're the same ones. Why doesn't she replace them?

I raised my arms as she jumped over the side of the truck. When I felt her warm body in my arms I lifted her up and hugged her tighter. She buried her face in the side of my neck, not knowing that I wanted her to stay in my arms until we died and after. After about a minute I set her down, just as I let her go she kissed my cheek and blushed a beautiful shade of light pink. I stood there dazed as she turned around and climbed back into the truck-bed. I slowly raised my hand to my cheek where I could still feel her lips and started imagining what her lips would feel like on mine. I turned around just as she looked back at me and started walking back to where I was working on some weather maps. As I was walking I looked to the road and saw a nice, small, silver car, a Jeep Wrangler, a black Mercedes, a fancy red car, and a bright yellow Porsche 911 turbo pull over to the side of the road.