Mr. Cullen had allowed me to sit on the couch in the living room, offering me the control to watch TV but I declined the offer and instead just sat on the couch awkwardly. Clearly Mr. Cullen didn't understand me at all, and that was no surprise. His expression would stay curious and confused when talking to me, it was annoying to say the very least. I ran my fingers through my brunette waves, making sure it was at least smooth, and soft. I let all my hair rest on my left shoulder like mother does when she opens a book on the couch but doesn't read it.
"Are you sure you don't want to watch TV?" Mr. Cullen asked a second time as he entered the living room again.
"I'm sure sir." I was too busy running my fingers through my hair to look at him; instead I kept my eyes on coffee table with pictures of people I'd never seen.
"You don't watch TV?" Mr. Cullen insisted on being a terrible adult.
"No sir I don't." I breathed, using two hands now to smooth out my hair.
"You're quiet old fashioned aren't you Miss Swan." He mocked me with amusement, referring to me as Miss Swan. I frowned down at my dress.
"Yes Mr. Cullen I am." I admitted shamelessly, it was clear to anyone who saw me walking down the street. I didn't belong in this time era, I liked to pretend I was supposed to be somewhere else.
"Well you're dresses make its seem like you're from the 60's but you talk as if you're from the 30's. Which one do you favor?" His voice was somewhere behind me and I rolled my eyes knowing he couldn't see.
"I don't know Mr. Cullen. I couldn't say."
There was a long pause and I could not even hear his breathing for a while, just the slow rhythmic heart beat in my chest, and the sound of my fingers weaving through my hair.
"You're an interesting girl Bella."
I let my hand rest in my lap gently, counting to three before I replied.
"Mr. Cullen, can I please go?" I sighed. I could hear his footsteps approaching the couch, and my heart sped up to match his steps. He took a sit right next to me, my leg almost touching his and for some reason it made it impossible to breathe. I stared intently at my hands not daring to look up at him. I might just faint.
I failed and glanced up at him when he did not say anything. His eyes were that smoldering green and his face seemed so much more perfect up close, where I could almost touch it. My hand twitched slightly in my lap.
"You can go, if you promise to come back tomorrow." He smiled a crooked smiled.
"Mr. Cullen what are you talking about?" My eyes searched his face for answers, but I found none and waited patiently for him to explain further, while I counted the perfect lines around his smile.
"Let's just say Alice thinks it would be a good idea if we kept each other company while you're gone."
"I can't just keep you company Mr.-"
"Then I'll offer you the job of looking over Alice's garden each day. Do you know how to garden?" He was determined, my face was covered with my surprise. I nibbled on my bottom lip nervously, and the slight thrill of having something to do other than wait for the hideous presence of my mother filled me.
"I guess." I whispered.
"Great!" He sighed running a hand through his messy bronze hair. "I'll see you tomorrow at noon."
I went home that night feeling slightly dizzy and the smile on my lips refused to fade, I let the moon guide me home, and I ignored the annoying hum of my mother's words for I had to sleep and be well rested for my job tomorrow. I slipped on my night gown and went to my window one last time before I fell asleep. Mr. Cullen had shut off all the lights and only one dim light barely alive flickered softly before dying and letting the dark take over. His room I suppose. I lifted the window open being careful and quite. I opened the drawer next to my bed where I hid a fresh package of Marlboro cigarettes.
I smoked my first cigarette that night.
A/N: This is actually the rest of the last chapter (: Thank you again for the reviews. What do you think of this chapter, Bella and Edward will be growing quite the relationship. :]