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Inside my sister's Porsche, I sat quietly, staring out the window. The scenery changed as we drove through the streets of Oregon to Sizzlers, where all the kids in the drama club were getting together for a celebration of sorts.
"I don't see the point in attending this dinner." I grumbled.
'Lighten up.' Alice's mental tone was teasing. 'It's to celebrate all of us getting the parts in the upcoming school play.'
"I'm a talking candlestick and you're a singing teapot. Whoop De Doo." I said sarcastically. "I had enough playing human for one day. Can we just go home?"
'It'll be fun. You'll see.' She promised.
Looking out the window I moaned. I was certain this would not be fun at all. A dinner at a buffet might be fun to the other theater kids, even to Alice, who is a people person. But not to me. I didn't even want to join the drama club to begin with, I was forced. The school guidance counselor made it mandatory for me to be a part of some after school club since I am clearly depressed and very withdrawn. Since I can't join a sport without making it known that I'm not human, theater seemed like the way to go.
Seeing that I didn't feel like carrying on a conversation, she turned on the radio. While she chauffeured me to a place I didn't even want to go, a melody of a familiar song boomed through the speakers and shot straight to my brain. Taking me back to another place in time.
The melody of the song quickly became the melody of rain pouring down, a calming sound that made me miss Forks.
As the artificial sound of rain overtook me, my daydream became bright. I was no longer in my sister's car with her. No. I was back in Forks inside my silver Volvo with the one I love. The girl I left behind, my Bella.
Once again, I was in the backseat of my car with her, parked in a dark empty lot, out of sight from everyone. While rain poured down, splattering on the windshield and the roof of my car, our kisses became fiercer. Our lips danced together with her hands tugging at my hair. My body tightly pressed to hers as our passion became more intense.
With our lips still locked and her on my lap, both of us in nothing but our underwear, she began rubbing her hot center on my erection. The sensations were better than New Year's at midnight. I wanted to grab onto her and hold her tight, never letting her go. But I reminded myself to be gentle with my fragile little human.
The kisses we shared left me feeling electrified in the best way possible. So did her hands that were now roaming my body as mine did the same to her. Both of us had removed our last pieces of clothes, letting them drop to the floor as we reached the point of no return. Though neither of us cared. We were both willing and ready.
The pitter-patter of rain on top of my car provided background noise while her soft ruby red lips were locked with my cold stone ones. The feeling - the memory of her body pressed to mine while the windows fogged up due to a combination of her body heat and the warm air from the heater as we became one, forever lives inside my mind. Those sublime memories took place eight months ago.
That was five weeks before we moved due to suspicious rumors of what we were that had spread around Forks, which led me to breaking it off with the girl with the beautiful chocolate brown eyes and the silent mind. I only did it to offer her a clean slate, so she could start fresh and go on with her human life and forget about me and my world. I felt I owed her that much because a long-distance relationship would complicate things. After all, she deserved a normal relationship with someone who wasn't a vampire.
Though, back then, I had no idea how much I'd miss her. Nobody compares to her. With all my might, I wish that somebody, somebody could please help me get over her. 'Cause it feels like I've been wasting my time.
Without her, it feels like all of the colors have drained out of the world. Not to mention that there seems to permanently be a dark cloud in the sky, hanging over me no matter where I go.
"Edward," Alice's wind chime voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "We're here." At this point, we were already in the restaurant parking lot.
Without a word, I turned my head toward my sister.
'I know you miss her.' She cut the engine. 'But please try to have a good time, there will be other people around. Not to mention our drama teacher and the school guidance counselor who will be monitoring your behavior.'
"I know." I agreed with only the last part.
With little enthusiasm I opened the door and got out. Alice did the same. We walked inside the restaurant with four other kids from the drama club. Our drama teacher, Ms. Woods, was waiting inside the front of the restaurant for the remaining kids to arrive. She told us to go to the buffet, grab a plate, get whatever we wanted before she directed us to a private room in the back that was reserved for parties.
Even though Alice and I can't really eat, we each grabbed a plate preparing to put a little bit of food on it. With our plates of food, we walked off to the private room where the rest of our group was— it was noisy with excited chatter. She and I sat down at the middle table with the other kids that were cast as singing objects in the play.
Time went on, and so did our dinner. Even though I didn't feel like participating in the group conversion at our table while I choked down the food, I did. After an appropriate amount of time, I decided to get up and walk back to the buffet. I didn't want more food, of course; I just had enough socializing and wanted to be alone for a minute. Getting more food seemed like the perfect excuse to have a break from talking to people.
Strolling into the dining room and over to the salad bar, something strange happened. The foray of mental chatter that was merely background noise inside my mind suddenly sounded like static on a radio before everything fell silent. My mind was completely hushed as I stood in front of the tray of tomatoes.
With the voices in my head absent, I stood where I was, trying to figure out what was happening with my talent. My eyes wandered around the room, finally landing on the far wall, right where a girl that looked like Bella was walking out of the bathroom. But it couldn't be her because she was carrying a blue infant seat with a tiny baby in it.
In an instant, her brown eyes locked with mine, and I couldn't believe that it was actually her. At that moment, I forgot everything, the reason why I was here or even that I was having problems with my talent. I was so excited to see her. Placing my plate down, I rapidly went over to her. With each step I took there was static in my mind until it tuned into one mind.
'What's he doing here?' Bella's "voice" was in a panic. I couldn't believe I was hearing it. 'Maybe I should hide in the bathroom.'
"Bella?" I asked, looking at her. She looked slightly older than the last time I saw her. Which was not surprising since humans age.
"Edward?" She spoke my name as a question. 'In all the wrong places, on all the wrong faces. Why him? 'Cause I took so much time to reset my life. But just one look, I'm back.' Her heartbeat sped up. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"I know. I'm sorry." I apologized.
"It's okay." She said, though her tone contradicted her.
My mind was once again filled with static as my eyes landed on the baby in the carrier. He looked like a porcelain doll with his perfect features; pale skin, bronze hair, emerald-green eyes, and gummy crooked grin. I was taken aback by his appearance, his features so much like my own but also Bella's.
"Who's this?" I asked, looking at the baby.
Bella adjusted the infant seat, so I would have a better view. "This is Anthony Edward Cullen. Your son." She said, and I gasped.
"Can we please talk?"
Silently I nodded in agreement.