Edward was quiet as he drove me home.

I bet that I could even have heard a pin drop on the road, it was so quiet.

"You're quiet." I noted, using Edward's towel to wipe the water that was rolling down my neck away. He just glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and then he straightened up and stared at the road in front of him.

"Did you have a nice practice?" He finally asked, but his tone was full of disapproval, with a hint of anger attached.

"Edward…" I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat.

"I was just asking." He innocently said, his voice smooth and calm.

I groaned again, "Don't ask me about it. He's so disgusting." Edward let out a small laugh as I saw a smirk crawl onto his face. I rubbed the towel on my face to get rid of the extra droplets that were coming out of my hair and running down my cheeks.

I thought that I heard him mutter, "Good," but I didn't know. I breathed in a deep breath, and then paused. I let it out and then sniffed the towel again. It smelled so good! How Edward could possibly smell so…so…amazing, was beyond my knowledge. I smiled and then brought it back up to my nose, smelling it again, the sweet aroma filling my nostrils as I let out a sigh. I felt like a vampire smelling blood, it was so beautiful and sweet. I sniffed it again, and I didn't notice Edward's curious stare at me until I glanced over at him. I let a bright crimson color come to my face as I buried my head into the towel.

"Bella…" He said, pursing his lips together, trying to hold back a laugh, I guess, as he continued to stare at me, "What are you doing?"

"Smelling." I mumbled, embarrassed that he had caught me sniffing a towel. He didn't need to know that I was that obsessed with him.

"Smelling a towel?" He gave me a crooked smile, "Why?"

"Because it smells like…no." I shook my head. I decided that it was best not to tell him.

"Bella, please tell me, love." He continued to stare at me, and I turned my head so that one eye, my left eye, was staring into his topaz ones, "What does it smell like?"

"You." I muttered, and he stared at me, leaning back in disbelief, "Shut up." I said, my voice muffled as I said it into the towel.

"You think I smell good?"

"You always smell good!" I said, lifting my head up.

"I don't always smell good." He said, shaking his head as he continued to stare at me. While he said that, I turned and looked out the windshield. Headlights from a gold Toyota were coming straight towards us.

"EDWARD!" I screamed in terror as I felt my heart beat accelerate at full speed. His eyes darted to the road in front of us, and his eyes turned huge as he stared at the car that was coming straight at us. I turned my head, and all I heard was honking and the screeching of tires. I turned my head back around towards the scene, but regretted it. The front of the Toyota ran into the headlight of the Volvo, and the bulb sputtered before dying as the car ran off the road. I screamed as the trunk of a tree neared towards us; the car that was going about a hundred fifteen miles per hour. Everything after that was just a big blur, and I felt cold hands wrap around me as glass shattered, and something sharp cut at my throat. I buried my head into whatever was holding me, probably Edward, as the ringing in my ears grew softer.

It took me a while to actually grasp the concept of what had just happened. We had just gotten into an accident, "Edward. Edward." I said, and I felt the two cold things that were wrapped around me tighten.

"You're all right. It's all right, love." Cold lips were pressed against my ear, and I couldn't help but start to cry. I gripped onto his shirt as tight as I could.

I hadn't died, Edward was here, amongst the damage that consisted of the silver Volvo, and I could feel the life come back into my body as I wrapped my arms tighter around him. He's here. I'm not dead. This isn't a dream.

"Edward…" He kissed me again, and then I heard a click as the ground disappeared from under me. The crunching of broken glass and crumpled metal was heard as he set me down onto the wet, cold, soft, grass.

"I'm going to call Carlisle to come and pick you up and look at the wound while I get Rosalie to fix the Volvo. I will be there as soon as I can, all right, love?" I nodded my head, and then, after he kissed me on the cheek, his words finally hit me. Shock was still running through my body, and I couldn't quite figure out exactly what was happening.

"Edward?" I asked, and he turned and stared at me.

"Yes, love? What's wrong?"

"What wound?" I asked, quizzically, and his cold fingers pressed against my neck as he pulled out a piece of glass, discarding it onto the ground. Some of my blood got onto his fingers, and I could tell that he was debating on whether or not to lick them as he stared at them for longer then he normally did. I let out a small laugh, "You can lick them." I smiled, and he shook his head, bending down and wiping them on the grass underneath his feet.

"I can't. If I do, I'll just go blood crazy. I don't want to kill you, Bella."

"I want you to." I murmured, and he turned and stared at me, his eyes glaring at me with disapproval as he flipped open his cell phone, dialing Carlisle's number.

"Carlisle, yes…" I couldn't catch the rest of the conversation, because he was talking way too fast for me to hear. He then shut his phone and stared at the Volvo. He seemed very angry at himself, or was it attached to the car? He ran a hand through his hair, and then he placed his hands in his pockets, glaring down at the ground. He was angry at himself, I could tell by the way he stood there, and the fire that was burning in his eyes. I stood up from my place on the ground and walked towards him, placing a hand on his cold, hard shoulder. He looked up at me and his eyes changed from anger to guilt. I felt a cold hand on my wrist as I fell into his chest. My arms automatically wrapped around his neck. I rested my head against his shoulder, and he buried his face into my hair.

"I'm sorry about the Volvo." I murmured, and he gave out a small, strangled, chuckle.

"It was my fault. I wasn't paying attention. I was distracted. It was my own fault that I put your life in so much danger. If I hadn't jumped in front of you, you would have died." He murmured into my ear.

"You wouldn't have let that happen. And it's not your fault. I distracted you with the towel, Edward."

He pulled back and gave me a small, sad smile as a black Mercedes came into view. "Carlisle's here." He said, "I'll meet you back at my house." Carlisle got out of the car and stared at the Volvo in shock.

"What happened?" Rosalie asked, her jaw dropping to the ground as she got out of the passenger's seat of the car. He left my side and walked towards the Volvo, reaching into the passenger seat window hole, for the glass had been broken by the impact of the tree.

"Somebody ran me off the road." Edward said to Rosalie, walking back to me. It was only then that I realized that his towel was in his arms. He handed it to me, and then smiled, leaning down and kissing the towel as I wrapped in up in my arms.

"Edward, you immature boy!" He snapped his head towards her, "You of all Cullens should have been able to avoid the car."

"I was…distracted." He said, turning back to me on the word 'distracted'.

"Of course." Rosalie spat as she walked back towards the Mercedes, opening up the trunk. Edward then took the towel back from me and wiped his face on it before handing it back to me.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the car, where Carlisle still stood in the doorway of the driver's seat.

"On her neck." Edward muttered to Carlisle as he opened up the passenger door for me. Carlisle nodded his head as he got into the car. Edward lowered me into the seat, and then closed then buckled my seatbelt before quietly closing the door. Carlisle rolled down the window and Edward placed a cold hand on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb, "I love you, Isabella Swan. I'm sorry I put you in danger, and that I was so irresponsible. I love you." He placed a kiss on my forehead as I looked down, and then back up at him.

"I love you, too." He let a small smile form on his face, and I felt my stomach flip a couple of times.

"I will be there as soon as I can. Promise."

I just nodded my head, and his cold hand was gone from my cheek. Carlisle rolled up the window, and then took off, leaving Edward behind with Rosalie and the car.

Shock from the accident still ran through my head, and I gripped the towel harder to my chest as Carlisle drove down the road.

Quote from the next chapter:

Edward: "Ah, yes. Prom. I liked it, to be honest. Best party I'd ever been to. Er, Dance."