A/N: SM owns all things Twilight. Everything else is mine.
Chapter 25
I've been running for fifteen minutes when I come up to a driveway, leading up to a house. There's no car visible and no lights look to be on, so I guess no one is home. I take a break to do a quick mid-run stretch and check out the house. Its dark red with white windows and, a little further down, has a small section of white picket fence at a break in the waist-high stone wall. It's a small house, but looks cozy.
I start to run again, but back home. I haven't been keeping up with a schedule so I don't want to overdo it. I've only just rounded the corner from the house when I see a big, rusty pick-up truck coming my way. There's only the driver and a big, happy husky with his head out the window. I slow down a bit as she drives towards me and slows to a stop. Since Seth is in the way, I walk over to the driver's side and she rolls the window down.
"Hey, Edward. What're you doing out here?" Bella asks, after I pull out my headphones.
"Just out for a run." I run a hand through my sweaty hair and the other goes to my hip, "I got bored."
"Boredom is a bitch. That's actually why I was out; took Seth to a dog park." She pats his back and he sits, panting happily. "So, any plans for the night?" She asks when she turns her attention back to me. I'm not sure if she's truly interested or just making small talk.
"No, not really. I'll probably just go to bed early."
"Okay. Well, if you change your mind, I live in the house right around this corner." She smiles and points. "But, I'll let you go. We're starving!"
I chuckle and back away. "Alright. See ya!" I wave and start to jog away. I hear her drive on and wonder if I should go over later. I mean, that was an invite, but I don't think we know each other well enough for that to be comfortable. And to be honest, I'm not sure what to think of her. She's a little weird, but with the similarities between her and my dreams she might be insightful. She's also been more open in those few hours than some people I know have been in a couple months.
I take the remaining time it takes to get home to think it over, but ultimately decide that I'll just stick to the original plan of an early bed time. I pray that those dreams don't return tonight, for I would like to catch up on my missing sleep, if possible.