First off, I disclaim. I disclaim everything and more you see here. It's nothing without the wonderful works of Stephenie Meyer!
This story takes off after New Moon. I don't do well with patience, so this is how I distract myself. Le grin. I wouldn't reccomend reading this unless you've read the new book because not only would it spoil it for you, it will also confuse you.
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Crackle.
The rain is beating down on the roof just outside my window, and a flash of lightning reached my eyes. What time is it? I look at the clock - 3:23 AM. Was it all a dream? I looked around the room with a still heart. My rocking chair is empty, as is the spot next to me.
So it was a dream, after all. My heart felt like lead and I squashed my nose and face into my pillow, letting out a sob that was painful - my eyes producing salty tears and my throat was trying let out a noise but it cracked instead. My heart ached like I had run a marathon without the heavy breathing. He's gone.
A cold hand stroked my back gently, trailing up from the small of my back to my throat, then reached for my chin and pulled it in their direction. I looked onto the face of an angel, with eyes full of love - and sadness. I leapt out of my position so fast and locked his neck in my arms tightly, so tight that any normal man would have tried to pry away for air. Thankfully, this wasn't any man and air was optional. I sobbed into his shoulder, pushing my face deeper and deeper, just so I knew he was there. His arms gently made their way around my waist and pulled me closer as if he felt the same need that I did.
"Don't leave me, don't leave me!" I murmured hysterically, but like the pillow my tone was muffled in his black sweater.
He whispered with his harmonious voice into my ear, "Never."
"You were gone," I felt my nose run, but I didn't care - and neither would he. He was more so intrigued by my physical needs than disgusted by them.
"I know," he stroked my hair, and breathing into it like flowers in a vase.
"Where were you?" I pulled back to look into his eyes, memorizing his every detail like he would be gone once again. He grew stiller than he normally did. I knew he thought I was talking about the months that he had gone, and he felt a new wave of guilt.
"Downstairs,"he whispered. "The power went out for a second, and I changed all the clocks back. Don't worry, I'm not going to leave you again."
I snuggled deeper into his chest and let the tears dry, perfectly content to sit in his arms forever. I listened to his breaths and breathed in his scent that seemed to calm me. He smelled so wonderful, maybe not as appetizing as myself, but so very close. He kissed my forehead and moved slightly. I mumbled in protest.
"Charlie's awake," he dipped my hair behind my ear. My eyes shot to the clock. 6:12 AM. We were sitting there for hours! But I didn't want to move. My body temperature had sunk into his own and I felt so warm and comfortable and safe and... loved. Tears stung my eyes once more, but not from sadness or loneliness, but from the prospect of being loved. His voice lowered even further. "Really, I have to go. He plans on checking your whole room - closet included. Not that I blame him, you have been somewhat of a rebel lately. I'll see you at school."
I let out a dry grin and kissed his lips intimately which he pulled back with a satisfied smile as if I were his morphine.
"I love you," he sniffed my hair again and was gone, just in time because my door opened and my father, Charlie, poked his head in.
"You look happy," he greeted, suspiciously.
"Good morning to you too, Dad," I sighed and fell back onto my bed with an echoing bounce. I ignored him as he slid open my closet and peering in it like he did my room.
"A little trust, please," I grumbled but my heart was just recovering from the kiss now and I felt like smiling.
"Trust? I trusted you to be responsible," he shot back and closed the door, and moved towards the window.
"Why is this open?" he asked.
"It's always open," I replied, rolling my eyes. Like yesterday, and the day before. He shut it with a slight slam and locked it, looking pointedly at me as if telling me not to unlock it again. I lifted up my blankets that hid the underside of my bed and smirked sarcastically. He merely blushed from anger and took a quick look before straightening.
"Don't be late for school," he sighed, resigned. I just nodded as he left. Then I stuck my head under the covers where some of Edward's scent had caught itself. I had a smile on my face as I hopped out of bed in a cheerful mood and pulled on some jeans, which fitted my petite figure nicely - or so Alice said, and Alice doesn't lie about those things. I grabbed a loose t-shirt and pulled it over my head and ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth. How had I let myself kiss Edward with morning breath? I thought to myself. I walked back to my room and played the CD he made me, letting my mind calm down.
He was back. He wasn't leaving me again! I turned off the stereo because it was getting late and I still hadn't eaten breakfast.
I jumped down the stairs, two at a time and into the kitchen to make some breakfast. To my surprise there were scrambled eggs, Canadian sausage and wheat toast already prepared on the table, and a single lily inside the napkin that hugged the silverware. I giggled ecstatically. How sweet is he? My heart burst open happily as I munched.
My junker truck pulled into the spot next to the newest car on the lot, a yellow Porsche 911 Turbo that was surrounded by many. I rolled my eyes and wondered how bad my vehicle looked next to it. Like the Cullen's weren't fast enough already.
I pulled my backpack on my shoulder and hopped out of the car, which was quite a long way, and closed the door behind me. A shower of rust fell to the ground.
"Hey, Bella," came a voice from behind me. I darted around, and there was Mike, closing his own car door a few cars down. I struggled past the car admirers and smiled.
"Hey, Mike," I greeted, slightly weary.
"Cullen's got a new ride?" He glared at the car in envy.
"Oh, not you too," I sighed, referring to the crowd.
"Just a bunch of show offs," he looked angry.
"Er..." I looked away awkwardly. Maybe now he'll stop being angry at Jacob, not that Jacob and I are exactly on communication terms at the moment. "Look, Mike -"
"Bella, I know what you're going to say, so don't," he shook his head and looked away from the new car.
"Er... okay," I mumbled, looking to my feet.
"I'll see you in class," he gave an apologetic grin and patted my shoulder and took off towards the school. I turned towards the crowd.
"Alright, alright, back everybody," I announced to get their attention. "I don't think the Cullen's would appreciate any scratches or marks on their vehicle, come on, bell's about to ring."
They mumbled but headed back to the school, reluctantly. I hurried ahead of them, taking my own advice about the bell - I wanted to properly thank Edward for breakfast before class.
He was at Alice's locker, listening intently as she talked at a rate that any normal human would not be able to pick up on. His eyes flashed up towards me, and waved me over with his hand, but his expression remained dark.
I practically skipped over, and tried to listen in. I only caught my name when they were speaking because it was a habit to pick up it. Eighteen years of listening to it is bound to leave some impression.
"No!" Edward shouted finally, and a few people looked over. All of us waited before speaking until we got Edward's okay that nobody was thinking about us or listening in.
"What?" I demanded.
"Nothing," Edward said curtly. "Because it wont happen."
"Tell me!" I glared. I hated when people kept secrets from me. Alice was usually the more open minded one, so I looked at her expectantly.
"Don't frighten her - or give her any ideas," Edward hissed at the shorter, more petite and much more graceful girl than I could ever hope to be.
"Why not?"
"Alice!"
"She'll find out eventually!"She shot back, without even half the malice he was using.
"If you tell her, I'll return the Porsche," he smirked. My jaw dropped angrily and Alice looked stricken for a moment, but then smiled after she had a blank look. I recognized it as one of the visions she periodically had.
"You won't, you like it too much yourself," she giggled. "You know you can't threaten me!"
"Don't!" He must have read her mind and tried to avert what she was about to tell me.
"Victoria," Alice said, without the amusement she had before. "is coming back. She was in Italy."
"What does your vision say will happen?" I shivered, remembering the vivid red hair and eyes that the vampire had when we had the misfortune to meet what seemed years ago.
"That," she announced grimly, "Is, as Edward said, not going to happen, because we'll stop it. Although that may not be what he was referring to when we spoke."
"Mary Alice," He hissed. "You know damn right what I spoke of, and you will not speak of it again." He snatched the silver keys from the hook in her locker and held them in his fist. "I'll crush them, I swear I will."
She looked frozen for a second, and launched herself at him, prying at the hand that contained her prize. Edward maintained a threatening look and pulled back, so Alice was on her toes. He seemed to struggle with her own strength. I grinned, realizing the perfect distraction. I jumped and hugged my arms around his neck and gave him a deep kiss. In shock, he dropped the keys and Alice cried out happily.
With as much gentleness he could muster, he pried himself away just as Alice threw them inside and slammed it shut, victorious. He glared at her and then at me.
"Bella! I was angry! Don't you EVER do that again, you might get hurt next time!" he scolded. Hmm. Never thought about that. He turned back to Alice. "Do you honestly think that piece of metal can keep me from those keys?"
The early bell rang through the halls and I jumped. I had forgotten we were at school.
"Of course I do," Alice giggled happily. I dished through my backpack and grabbed my math binder and I threw it in Edward's locker, which he held open for me, sighing.
"We'll talk later," I whispered to Alice, not that it could come close to preventing Edward from hearing. She nodded and practically floated in the opposite direction to her first class. Edward slammed it harder than necessary.
"Lets go before we're late," he put his arm around my waist and we went to Mr. Dunn's math class.
I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto
I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you
Hanging by the Moment - Lifehouse