Chapter 10

Hazel's POV

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. I blinked a few times, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes before last night's events came flooding back. Oh. I blushed at the memory. I slowly sat upright brushing my hair out of my eyes, hugging the duvet closer against me. I glanced around the room where last night's clothes were strewn across the floor. I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my face and chest were flushed, my eyes were bright and my hair was severely tousled. I ran my fingers through my hair, collapsing back onto my bed. Brandon's touch still lingered on my skin and left a pleasant hum in my body. I eventually got out of bed, putting Brandon's t-shirt over my underwear, it reached about mid thigh and tried to tame my hair with my fingers as I padded down the stairs, where the smell of pancakes grew stronger.

I entered the kitchen to find Brandon mixing pancake batter in a bowl and a frying pan slowly cooking batter on the stove. He had his back to me and his hair was stood hair up in all different directions; he only wore boxers and had a few scratches running down his back. Oh, I guess that was me. I fought back a blush of embarrassment as I went over and wrapped my arms around his waist, turning my face so the side of my face rested against the skin of his soft back. I felt him put the bowl of pancake mix down on the work surface and stroke my hands around his front. He quickly turned around, so my face was pressed against his strong chest. I closed my eyes as I felt him kiss my hair and stroke the length of my back; I let out a moan of pleasure pleased with what his touch did to my body.

"You're making pancakes!" I said grinning up at him.

"I know you like them," he smiling back down at me, kissing my hair. "And here are strawberries in the sink."

I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't know anyone who would have done this for me; it felt nice to be taken care of by someone who didn't have to I guess. A warm feeling spread through my stomach, I bent upwards to kiss Brandon on the cheek, feeling his soft hair brush against my face before stepping out of his embrace to chop off the stalks of the strawberries. I finished, placing them in a large bowl, just in time for Brandon to place a large plate pilled with pancakes and a jar of nutella on the table. I took out two plates and some cutlery and placed it in front us. Breakfast was amazing, Brandon convinced me to try strawberries dipped in nutella, at first I was hesitant to try it, but after a bite, I was eagerly spooning nutella onto strawberries and popping them into my mouth. My bare legs brushed against his knees under table and even though he didn't respond, I could sense he liked the sign of affection.

When we had finished breakfast and washed the dishes, Brandon washed and I dried and we had gone upstairs to get dressed for the day. We had decided to go watch a movie and see what happens from there. I had finished my shower in my bathroom and Brandon was in the shower across the hall, I could hear the water from shower through the open bathroom door. I was trying to decide what to wear; I was standing in front of the wardrobe in my underwear debating whether to wear a turquoise blue dress or a purple silk top with blue jeans. I settled for the purple top with jeans and I was in the middle of straightening my hair when Brandon came out of the bathroom, his hair dripping wet from the shower staining droplets on his shirt. He had fought me out of his shirt after I refused to give it to him, he had tickled me out of it and we had ended up rolling on the floor in tears of laughter.

"I never knew you liked to read so much," he said, glancing up at the bookshelf neatly lined up with books and the piles of books on the floor.

"It's like escaping into a different world," I told him, still straightening my hair. "It doesn't matter what mess you're in, you're a different person going through whatever they're going through."

I saw Brandon nod slightly from his reflection in my mirror; he began pulling out books to get a look at them.

"Dracula?" he questioned, a smile playing on his face. I turned around, switching off my ghd straighteners, and grinned at him.

"It's a good story," I told him. It was actually one of my favourites, I had found it in the shelves of a run down book store in Brooklyn when I was thirteen and it had appealed to me more than what kids my age read at the time. Ever since then I was into the classics, Uncle Edward had a pretty good taste in books and had accompanied me last Christmas where we had spent hours finding some of his favourite books for me to read.

"So do you believe in them then?" he asked, glancing at the back cover.

"In what?" I questioned, putting some bracelets around my wrist.

"Vampires," he said, now flicking through the pages of the battered book.

I almost snorted, "There's fine a line between fantasy and reality," I said laughing at him, shaking off the ridiculous idea.

Edward's POV

Alice was being severely annoying. She had made us take a transit flight to New York, forcing us to stop in Michigan for three hours. I couldn't be bothered to search her mind as to why; I couldn't be bothered to do anything asides from getting on a plane back to Forks and apologising to Bella, ready to start begging on my knees. I knew she had believed me when I told her I didn't want her, which was exactly the opposite of what I wanted. All I wanted was Bella. It hurt to think of her now, it was like I was carrying a heavy wait against my shoulders and I couldn't shake it off. Rosalie and Emmet weren't helping my situation either; they were staring sickeningly into each other's eyes. I would have been sick if my digestive system had been able to take in food and function. I could tell they were fighting back the urge to attack each other right here in the middle of the airport. How those two managed to raise a child together utterly bewildered me.

I stared depressed into empty air imagining colours in the air that weren't actually there. I knew it was for the best, leaving her. She would forget all about me, the world I brought her into. She would go to college and eventually get a job, maybe even get married and have children and grow old watching the world go past. She would have everything I couldn't give her, but also go without the things I could give her. I was caught in the war in my head, battling out which side I should take and despite my true feelings piercing a knife in the right thing to do, I remained in the hard airport seat imagining colours that weren't really there.

Hazel's POV

I quickly kissed Brandon's mouth before he got a chance to turn my goodbye kiss into a full blown make out session in the back of his car. I swiftly climbed out of his car and made my way to the door, just as he sped down the road back into the city, I stared wistfully after him already missing him. We had spent all day together, and he had shown me this really cool record store at the edge of Brooklyn which sold vinyl records from last century. I clutched the paper bag with the Rolling Stone LPs closer to my chest as I unlocked the door and let myself in. I slipped on my headphones as I stepped into the house, singing along to the new Justin Timberlake song, oblivious to the world around me. I walked into the kitchen and began my search for food, crap I silently thought to see that the cupboards were nearly empty. I really needed to go grocery shopping, and it looked like take away pizza was for dinner today, just like the week before. Despite having pizza seven days in a row, I still wasn't sick of it.

I felt something poke me in the shoulder. I froze. I slowly turned around to find Aunty Alice standing there grinning up at me, but I could tell the smile was strained, something was wrong. I quickly pulled out my headphones and met her embrace.

"When did you get here?" I asked, my voice excited to see her.

"This morning... I think we might have just missed you..." she said winking. "With anyone special...?" she asked. I had always secretly thought that my Aunt Alice was physic, she knew everything. And by everything, I meant everything. I was just about to tell her a lie by saying no, when I heard Mom screech from upstairs.

"HAZEL CULLEN DID YOU BORROW MY SHOES?"

I don't think Rosalie's happy about Hazel borrowing her shoes... Vampires, asides from the Cullens, are going to start being introduced in the next chapter, and it won't be all happy partying for Hazel then...

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