She's dynamic in her love for me. It's always moving and changing, swiftly, so swiftly that I get whiplash. We're acquaintances, we're friends, we're best friends, and then she kissed me.

Yeah, she was a little high, a little overtired, but she still kissed me. On the lips. With tongue.

Like I said. Whiplash.

She acts like it didn't happen. I picked her up from her house so we could go for our weekly brunch at the diner, and she smiled and said hello and crawled into my truck and looked at me with confused eyes, wondering why I was staring at her like that, why I wasn't moving towards the diner a little too fast because I was hungry.

"Well, are we gunna go?" she asked, pausing her hands from shuffling through her purse.

I coughed. "Yep. Sorry."

"S'okay," she assured me with a smile, returning to her purse, looking for whatever she was looking for.

I've followed Bella Swan around like a puppy since she moved her sophomore year. She moved in with her dad, Chief Swan, during the summer before we started tenth. I met her a couple of weeks before school, since Chief Swan hired me to mow the lawn for him.

She was – is – so vibrant. Tan, with brown hair and eyes, and long, long, fuck-me legs that were barely covered with her tiny denim shorts. She's grown into the rest of her body lately. Her boobs are proportionate with her hips which compliment her long, long, fuck-me legs.

I want her so bad it hurts sometimes.

But, I just follow her cues, waiting for the day that she finally, finally, realizes that the best boy – man – for her is right here. Always has been right here.

At least I hope that's what's going to happen.

She throws her Converse-clad feet on top of my dashboard and starts to play along with the beat by slapping her hands on her thighs.

"To this day, when I hear that song, I see you standin' there on that lawn," she mumbles to herself, looking out the window.

She always does this, this mumbling thing. It drives me crazy, but I adore her for being too embarrassed about her tone deafness to sing in front of me. I'm by no means a good singer, but I throw caution to the wind and belt out my favourite songs, changing the lyrics just so I can hear her laugh a little bit.

"Maybe I'll tattoo your name on my arm," I tell her after listening to the lyrics a little more. "Your mom won't mind, but your dad would probably burn the skin off." I laugh a little at the thought.

She rolls her eyes. "Edward, I'm pretty sure my dad loves you more than he loves me. He'd probably throw me to you if it meant he got to have you in his life forever."

I grin and shake my head, trying not to put on my rose-coloured glasses and let my daydreams of a life like that take over.

"Besides, I'd make you tattoo my name over your heart," she says quietly with a smile.

That's how I know we're gunna be alright.


Definitely, definitely continuing this. Might only be a three-shotter, though. Based on the song Bella's singing in the chapter, "Springsteen" by Eric Church, my future husband. I get to see him this summer at Craven! Eeeeee!

I've just finished a "half" semester. Wrote my last hydraulics final EVER (I hope, lol) today! Then, on Tuesday, I leave for the north to do camp with two of my teacher. Should be...interesting, lol. Then only five more weeks and then FREEDOM! Expect more writing then! (:

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