I hated when Edward and I had these fights. It was like this all the time these days. The fact that it was summer helped a little, it is much better than having to fight and look at depressing snow as well, that's for sure. But no matter what, I hated fighting with Edward. I always felt so bad afterwards. Always being over the same subject as well. Me wanting him to change me, to be like him, so I can be beautiful and young forever, so I can be with him for eternity, never leaving his side. Then there is what he wants for me. What he thinks is best. Wanting me to live my life as humanly possible, as if I had never met him. Although he does not truly know how annoying it is. How incredibly boring human life can be, for he can not remember. I don't want to be normal, I want to be extraordinary. I want to be like him, and his family.

I look into his eyes, and I am shocked with what I see. I think it is, weakness. It can't be, I mean, I know that Edward fights his instincts when ever he is with me, but, I never saw him look like this. I have never seen him losing before. I keep my distance, not wanting to make this any harder on him. I have to be good. Yet, I don't want to be, part of me wants him to lose. Part of me wants him to let his guard down, and then… Oh, I can't even think it, even if that is how I feel.

I look at him from the other side of my room. I see me, in my jean shorts and blue tank top, and him, in a white t-shirt and shorts. He is now sitting in the window staring out into the forest and I am sitting Indian-style on my bed just watching, waiting.

Finally I break the silence, "Edward." I call. But there is no answer. Obviously the worst is not over yet.

Finally, he turns to me, eyes still full of sadness, but a little smile on his face. "Lets go to our clearing."

Happy to go anywhere with him, I quickly agree. It is a long, quiet car ride. But I do all I can to keep my eyes from the road, from everything speeding past us as the needle quickly accelerates past 85. I gently reach out my hand to once again entwine our fingers together, all the while testing to make sure it is safe. It is, and he gathers my hand in his, and stares over at me.

"Are you still not scared of me?" he asks.

I look into his eyes searching, wondering, but in an instant his eyes are on the road once more. "I am not scared of you. I am never scared of you. How could I be, you are so gentle and so loving. No I do not fear you Edward Cullen, I fear your instincts. Today is the first time I have ever thought that you might give into what your body is telling you. But you didn't and I thank you for that." I give him a warm smile hoping he knows that this time I am telling the whole truth. And he does.

"Isabella, thank you, for once, not editing your thoughts." By the time he had finished his sentence, he was around at my door and I realized that we were there. That was when it hit me, we were running from here.

I knew that he was still not his happy self, so I decided that I would try not to complain about the running the best I could. So I put on a smile and stepped out of the car.

Of course this didn't fool him, it only made him laugh. "Bella, honestly, you have been running with me plenty of times before, and still you are not use to it. Still you do not trust that I won't let you hit a tree."

"Well, I have begun to believe that you and the things you do are not something that you just get use to. And as for the trees, it is not my fault, they are rather sturdy, and I would like to once again return back to Charlie in one piece. If you don't mind."

He chuckled, and turned around waiting for me to climb on and reluctantly I do. Then we are running faster and faster, I feel the wind hitting my face and I do my best to clamp my eyes shut. As soon as I do, he has stopped and I am slipping away from his body. Then I hit the ground with a thud, and he laughs at me, just like the last time this happened. But I think he honestly thought I would have caught myself this time.

"Ouch," I say rubbing my butt. "You could have given me a little more time to open my eyes, or even a heads up!"

He laughs at my complaining and picks me up the way a mother does an infant and holds me there. Then he lightly presses his lips to mine, and stands me up right. "You know Bella, if you keep complaining I might just leave you at home the next time I come here!"

I just stood up, wiped off my butt, and went to the middle of the clearing, where I sat down and raised my head to look up at the clouds floating over us. He follows, but laughs at my behavior.

"I love the clouds!" I told him, finely looking down. "Not dark gloomy looking clouds, but the fluffy, white ones you only see on rare occasions here." I laughed. "Very rare!"

He looked at me, "I knew that you hated the weather here, but I thought that you had somewhat adjusted to it." His eyes suddenly looked sad again. "I guess not."

"Edward, as long as I am near you, I would put up with hail, sleet, rain, thunderstorms, and even, snow! I love you and if being with you means putting up with that kind of weather then, bring it on!" I laughed at myself, at how free I could be around him, but how guarded I seemed to be around everyone else.

He laughed with me, and I crawl over to where he was sitting, only a little ways away. But as I went, I tested every pace, closer and closer, and then I was beside him. He was laying on his back gazing up at the sky, and I laid down beside him, with my head rested on his chest. He tilted his head down and kissed me forehead. We laid there for what felt like forever. I then fell into a dreamless sleep.