"I hope you don't mind sharing a tent." Alice smirked; I knew what she was planning.
"Alice…" I started. Then I saw Edward's face, the hunger and curiosity blossoming in his eyes. "Y-yeah, we don't mind." … Edward grinned in repercussion; he sprinted off to get firewood and was back with a fire started within seconds. The sun had slid far down in the sky, the orange/pink iridescent pastels smeared the sky with their lustrous fingers. As I jumped into the jeep, there was a set of clothes set out for me: a baggy shirt and a pair of large khaki shorts. I knew whom they belonged; they smelled of him, Edward. I tugged the shirt's neckline over my slightly wavy, air-dried hair, and tied the short's drawstring as tight as I could around my hips. Edward knocked on the tinted window. "Hey," He whispered. "Are you done in there?" I nodded, and then realized he couldn't see it. I responded "Yup, just coming out." I fell out of the Jeep, and into Edward's strong arms. He smirked at my lack of stability. He pulled me to my feet. I hate how dependant I was, how useless, how parasitic. Yet he still gazed at me as if I were an angel or something. Ha, far from it. I was so clumsy, and accident-prone. How can he live with such a nuisance? He was also in a new ensemble: a skin-tight elbow length tee, and a pair of dark jeans. He was amazing. He looked like a marble sculpture, his pale skin flickering with the reflection of the water's gaze. So the scene was set, a tent to ourselves, and the wilderness as our witness. This should be fun, right?