Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Thanks to Jax713 for pre-reading and to mcc101180 for beta-ing.
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I turn the engine off as we get to Isabella's building. I don't know why, but my chest is still tight. I guess I'm still pissed that she got injured, but my anger is mostly directed at myself. I don't think I'll feel better until I know she's safe and sound in her apartment.
"Are you still dizzy?"
"I think I'm all right now." She turns to look at me with a small grin on her face.
Would it be weird if I walked her to her door? Do guys still do that?
I haven't been on a date in years. I don't know what guys do these days.
What the hell am I thinking? This isn't a fucking date.
She doesn't look a hundred percent yet. I could carry her bag. That would help, right?
I get out of the car, and she gives me a confused look when I open her door.
"I'll feel better once I know you're safe inside."
"I'm fine. You don't hav-"
"Please, humor me."
She takes my hand and stumbles out of the car. I grab the backpack, and we walk inside.
With a hand on her doorknob, she turns to look at me. Her eyes are brown and bright, and so, so beautiful.
"I'll see you Tuesday then," I tell her, handing the bag to her.
"Yes. Tuesday." She peeks at me through her long eyelashes. "Not Monday." Her lips turn up in a little grin, and I am lost in the beauty of her smile and how her eyes crinkle when she does. "You know why not Monday?" I'm still looking at her lips, so I have no idea what she's talking about. "Because rainy days and Mondays always get me down."
Great... She's making fun of me.
I take a deep breath and tear my eyes from her lips with a snort. "You're such a dork, Isabella. How long have you been waiting to say that?"
"Too long." She giggles. "You can call me Bella, by the way. Just not Becca, please."
"Okay," I concede with a smile. "Good night, Bella."
I go back to my car, and when I look at my reflection in the window, I'm surprised to see I'm grinning like a fucking moron. I frown as I get inside, but before I drive away, I get my mom's CD out of the glove box, put it on, and start humming to the song.
Why do birds suddenly appear… every time… you are near?
I slam on the breaks and press the eject button.
Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with me?
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A/N: He called her Bella! *applause*
"Rainy Days and Mondays" and "Only You" belong to The Carpenters.
See you in a bit. Ronnie.