Don't worry… it is Edward/Bella… their getting together may take some time though…
BPOV
Wow…yeah, my impending wedding…
'I've always wanted to live in California… with an actual beach; not like the ones we have in Washington. We were just waiting for my college to get over before we got married. I met him in Forks (I went to Forks to live with my dad during high school)…'
Wow, I was in my happy place.
It was twilight outside now. I went and changed into my pajamas. I noticed that all this time the cute guy was sitting almost motionless in his seat. He was starting to get me nervous now. I wished I could help him out of his despondence. I had tried talking to him… told him about myself and asked him about himself… but he was just… quiet.
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I woke with a start. The train was still. I looked outside the window and noticed that we were in Baltimore. I somehow felt very wary. I absorbed my surroundings and realized what was wrong. The guy was not there!
Oh God! I hoped desperately that he had not gotten himself into trouble. I tumbled out of my seat and went up to the door. I saw that the train would start moving in five minutes. Where was he?
I looked up and down the platform and finally saw his retreating back at the near the exit of the station. Where did he think he was going?
I called out to him. Damn it, I didn't even know his name. 'Hey Mister… Hello, dude with the white shirt,' I called loudly. He didn't stop. 'Oh! Dang it!' I muttered under my breath and ran across the platform towards the exit.
I heard the train's warning whistle behind me. I caught him by him by his arm and forced him around. 'The train's going to leave. Hurry up! What do you think you're doing?' I said breathlessly.
His incredulous expression changed to anger. He turned his face away.
'Fine! Go to hell!' I too got angry at his indifference. As soon as I turned around I tripped over my own feet and fell. 'What the fuck?' Amazing time for my clumsiness to show itself. And like in my worst nightmares, as I attempted to get up, the doors shut in front of my eyes. The train started moving.
I got up and ran. But before I could cover the width of the platform the train gathered speed and whisked away, leaving me stranded on the platform. God! I was in trouble.
I wheeled around. He was standing there, still. Anger seeped through my system. Man! He was going to pay for this. I stomped over to him. Seeing me approaching he turned around, hiding his face.
'What do you think of yourself, you weirdo?' I shouted grabbing his shoulder and making him turn around. 'I've missed my bloody train because of you! You… Because of you… I'm standing on this god-forsaken platform in my fucking pajamas!'
'Did I tell you to get off the train? Can't you mind your own business?' he said, in a bored voice. I seethed in indignation. 'Oh! So this is my fault, huh? You should be thanking me on bent knees and you're showing me attitude?' I riled back at him.
He grimaced. 'Thank you,' he said non-chalantly. 'Happy?'
'No,' I said, taking deep breaths and trying to control my anger. 'I missed my train because of you and now you will take me to Jacksonville, with my entire luggage intact. Yes,' I said giving him a look, daring him to refuse.
Just as I thought I had won the argument, he turned and started running towards the exit. Oh God! I hurried after him. I ran behind him, my clumsiness becoming my handicap as I tried not to fall.
He ran into a car rental place just outside the station. Oh! So he wanted to play hide and seek behind cars? I would show him who the boss was. I would not let him live this down.
As I entered through the glass doors I saw him at the counter, arguing with the manager. Great! The manager was on my side. He was so dead.
To my extreme surprise, however, he beckoned to me and motioned for me to sit in a yellow Porsche at the end of a queue of cars. Only then did I notice that an aged man was clearing the way for our car.
The old man got inside a Chevy truck similar to the one I had once upon a time and moved it away with as slow a speed as possible out of the queue. Was he serious? There were six more cars to be moved. With this speed, he'd move the entire lot by noon tomorrow!
'He's mad! He's totally mad!' I cried incredulously to my friend. 'You do realize we have a train to catch?' He too seemed to have realized the problem. Quick as a flash, he was beside the second truck and within a minute, three of the six remaining cars had been removed without so much as a scratch.
The manager thundered for him to stop but he paid no attention. I stared at him amazed!
This guy was something. I felt the manager get up in an attempt to stop him. Time for me to step in. We don't want the fun to stop now, do we?
'Look, Mr. Manager,' I said, still staring at the guy enraptured. Only one car to go now. 'We're all in this situation because of him. He will pay all the damages. Don't worry, I'll get him to pay!'
There you go! The last car out of the way, he sat in the yellow Porsche and I got into the passenger seat. Before I could buckle my belt properly, I felt a jerk in my navel. I looked up to see the trees on either side of the road flashing by. I gazed at the speedometer and nearly jumped out of my seat. 'Holy Crow!' He was driving at 120 miles per hour!
The wind blew into my face, cold and harsh. My hair was in disarray. After a while I gave up on trying to make it lay down. But I was way too excited to actually roll the window up and switch on the A.C. Was this exciting?
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