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prompt - Hayride
Man, Bella Swan was a stone fox.
Slender, but not too, curvy… her ass in those jeans made me want to cry. She was wearing a little plaid shirt with them, and sneakers, nothing sexy. Beside the fact everything fit like a glove.
And her hair. Really long, lots of red in the brown. I fantasized about that hair all the time, saw her on top of me, her tits in my face as she arched back, the tips of that hair tickling the tops of my thighs as she –
"Edward."
I looked at Mr. Crowley. "Yes, sir?"
He cocked an eyebrow and nodded toward the back of the truck. "We're all filled up and ready to go."
I glanced back to make sure all the kids were secure and honked the horn once. "All right, let's go."
The year I'd gotten my license had been my first year doing hay rides. Every year the local elementary school had a huge fall festival and pumpkin patch. Everyone, even kids from neighboring schools, came to these yearly events. I myself had memories of running wild with my friends from when I was a little kid. When the opportunity came for me to volunteer by driving the truck for hay rides I couldn't help but agree to it.
So here I was, driving a pick-up truck of squealing kids through a trail in the woods and around the field where the festival was taking place.
The sweetest voice: "Got room for one more?"
I stomped on the brakes so fast some kid screeched at me to learn to drive.
Bella swung herself gracefully into the passenger seat. Apples. She smelled like apples. Her cheeks were red from the chilly autumn air. Her skin was so creamy; I tried not to ogle the V her shirt made.
"Hey Bella."
"Hi Edward." She smiled and tossed her hair back, turning toward the window. "I've been wanting to jump on all day."
Oh, me too girl. Me too. "Yeah? How's the painting going?"
She snorted, shaking her head. "We got a bunch of Picassos, what do you think?"
I grinned, nodding. Yeah, I remembered those days. Usually we got more paint on each other than on the pumpkins.
"This is your first year helping out?" I asked.
"Well, yeah. I wasn't in Forks last year," she said softly, tucking her hands between her legs.
"Oh yeah." I laughed uncomfortably, feeling like a dork.
"Not that – I mean…" she hesitated and I glanced over, surprised when her cheeks got even redder. "Not that you'd know that."
"I noticed," I assured her. "Hang on." This part of the trail got a little bumpy. We entered the woods slowly, carefully navigating through the naturally spooky trees and roots.
"Tyler and Mike are around somewhere," I said, searching the shadows. "They've been jumping out and freaking the kids out all day."
"That's so mean," giggled Bella.
"It's kind of funny actually. They do it mostly to the older kids."
Just then a deranged mental ward patient popped up beside Bella's window, yelling gibberish.
Bella screamed and started rolling up her window.
I accelerated, cracking up at both her reaction and that of the kids in the back. All I could see in the rearview was hay flying.
Bella punched my arm. "I can't believe you laughed!"
"I can't believe you screamed!" I said, cowering away. Yeah, Bella was hot - especially when she was all flustered.
We rode the rest of the way in companionable silence, making little comments and pointing out things along the way. I kept glancing at her, and sometimes she'd be peeking at me, too. I'd never really thought Bella Swan would notice me that way but it was pretty obvious that today, she had.
I was almost sad when we got back to the starting point.
"So… thanks for letting me tag along," Bella said, grabbing the door handle.
"Thanks for keeping me company. This can get monotonous."
"Really? It looks like you really love it."
I smiled because, yeah… she'd called me out. "I do love it. But I'm glad you came along."
She nodded and jumped out and just like that I was alone again, watching her walk away.
"Bella."
She turned around, her hands stuck in her back pockets.
"What are you doing right now?"
She shrugged, coming back slowly. "Nothing really. Angela took over at the arts and crafts station."
"Do you want to go again? For another ride, I mean?"
She smiled. So beautiful. "Yeah. You leaving now?"
"Probably another ten minutes…whenever the truck's loaded."
"Okay." She nodded. "I'll go grab us a couple of snacks. You like cider right?"
"I like anything apple," I said.
Her cheeks turned red again and she looked away, biting her lip. "I'll keep that in mind."
