So here I am – waiting for this amazing, understanding woman. She's kind. She's caring. She's the love of my life. I know it's a little too early to be thinking this way, but what does time matter when you've found your person? The one you're meant to be with.

I sat down at a table with my food. I know better than to order something for Bella from a fast food place that has only a 96% health rating. It's 100% or nothing – kind of like us.

Still, I sat down – debating on whether or not I should even bother to try wiping down the table. I bet she'll probably redo it herself when she gets here before she even considers sitting down.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A Little Piggy eating his food," a young college-aged guy taunted me.

"Oink, oink!" His friends chimed in.

There were five of them in total. And of course, they all have to be tall and well-built.

Oh please don't let Bella walk in just yet. Obviously I want to see her. I just don't want her to see me. At least, not like this. She thinks of me as this tolerant, sophisticated guy, and I don't want that to change.

"How come the little piggy only got the one meal, James?" one of the guys in the group taunted.

The one named James answered, "Because he ate everything else! Damn! And we were hungry too!"

"We could always eat him," that same group member shrieked. "I bet we'd be well-fed for years!"

"Good one, Laurent!" James shouted. "Oh! I got one! Why did the piggy cross the road?"

"Why, James?" Every one of those guys shouted.

"To get more food!" With that, they all exploded with laughter.

"HEY!" A very angry, very familiar voice interrupted.

Oh no. Please don't let that be her. Please don't let that be her.

"What do you think you're doing?! Leave him alone!" Bella snapped.

"What's this?" Laurent asked. "Little Piggy needs a girl to stand up for him?"

"And a hot one at that," James said as he flashed my Bella a smile. "Besides, of course he needs someone to stand up for him. He's too fat to get up on his own. Why hello, Beautiful. What's your name, sweetheart?"

Usually I would be terrified that Bella might get taken in by James's good looks; however, he just made a fatal mistake. In an attempt to be charming, James grabbed Bella's hand and kissed it.

Bye, bye James.

Nice try.

She shot me a panicked look and then shot off in the direction of the bathroom. By now, I knew her well enough to know that she'll be in there for a while.

"You and your friends need to leave now," I said while trying to appear brave.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?" James asked condescendingly.

"You're making my girlfriend uncomfortable."

I still can't believe that I get the honor of calling Bella that.

"That hot chick is your girlfriend? How is that even possible? What could she possibly see in someone as fat as you?" James asked disbelievingly.

Honestly, I couldn't answer him because even I didn't know why she was with me. I seriously can't think of a single reason.

"Whatever. She can have you. Let's go guys. I don't want to be somewhere that allows someone as disgusting as him anyways," James conceded. But before he walked away, he "accidently" knocked my food off of the table.

"Oops. Whatever will the piggy eat now?" A guy in the back of the group asked. Everyone laughed. Again. Like always.

"Don't worry about him." James tried to sound reassuring. "Fatties like him could stand to lose some weight."

As he was walking out of the restaurant, he winked at Bella who was on her way back. Looking like an angry kitten, she glared at him. She was my angry kitten. My Bella.

"Ugh! I've said it before, and I'll say it again. The nerve of some people! What makes him think that he can be so horrible to you and then try to flirt with me in the same breath?! OH! I don't think I've ever been so angry!" She screeched as she continued glaring at the door James and his friends just exited.

"And you!" She said, her gaze snapping towards me.

"What about me?" I asked cautiously. I was hesitant. I didn't want her anger be directed at me. Too late.

"You. Did. NOTHING! The whole time those, those … things were mocking you, you just sat there! Why didn't you defend yourself? Tell them to screw off and leave you the hell alone!" She screamed at me.

I'm not going to lie. It was pretty hot to see her all worked over her defense over me. Not that I needed her to defend me. But still.

"Bella please," I begged her.

"Please what?!"

"Please sit down and lower your voice. I don't want any more of a scene than there already was."

She glanced around us, then me, then toward the empty seat across form me. After wiping it down with disinfectant wipes from her purse – I knew she'd want to clean it herself – she finally sat down.

"Do you know what I remember most about elementary school, middle school, high school?" I asked her.

"The horrible cafeteria food?" She guessed.

I chuckled. "Close. It was the teachers. They could always see the bullies. And to their credit, many really did try to help; however, there's only so much people can do without becoming a bully themselves," I informed her sadly.

She glanced down at her hands again.

Suddenly her head shot up and she stared at me. "Hey. Where's your lunch?"

"Oh. It … ummm … it … fell," I finished lamely.

She glanced at the door thoughtfully. "They did it, didn't they?"

I nodded sadly.

"How could they do that? They're grown men for God's sake! Grow up already!" She fumed.

"Bella, bullies don't get better; they just get bigger."

She stood up. "Are you leaving?" I asked her. I certainly wouldn't blame her if she decided to leave.

"No. We are."

"We are?"

"Yes. We are going to go and get you something else to eat. Now get up. I'm buying."

"You don't have to do that, Bella."

"I want to," she countered. "Now let's move Cullen," she said as she winked at me.

When we got to the front of the line, I turned to her.

"Bella? Would you like anything?"

She glanced at their health rating.

"No thanks," she said with a grimace on her face.

I knew it.

As we sat back down at my table, I debated on asking her. I knew I should, but I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know the answer.

"I have to ask you something."

She waited. "Yes?"

"Okay so you know those guys who were just here?"

"Yes," she said angrily. "Why?"

"Well I let it slip that you were my girlfriend." I paused. "One of those guys asked me why. Truthfully, they all wanted to know why." Another pause. "You know, why you were with someone like me."

"What did you say?" She asked quietly.

"I didn't." Pause. "I-I couldn't think of a reason." Never breaking her stare, she bit her lip. "W-Why are you with me?"

"That's a good question. You know something? I don't know either.

"Why am I with someone who's sweet, understanding, tolerant? You're right. I really should be with someone else. I mean, why be with someone who doesn't let my problems be a problem? I should be with someone else. Sure, they may be mean but at least they'll fit into society's stereotypical 'hot' profile. As long as they look good, who cares if they're the worst person in history? So thank you Edward. Thank you for helping me to see the light. Now I know to be on the lookout for someone who is mean, intolerant, but it's fine so long as he's good-looking. Wow. Thank. You." She said with her eyes comically wide and her hands thrown up in the air.

I chuckled. "Okay so now I think the real question is why am I with you," I teased.

She leaned forward and kissed me.

Seeing how kind she really was, I knew that there could never be any question as to why I'm with her. I knew then, no matter what, I would always want to be with her.

But does she want the same?