Disclaimer: I own nothing Twilight related. If I did, Edward would never leave my room. Ever.
A/N: So I noticed these one shots aren't in any sort of order. Bella is A Vampire in the first, but not in the second. Definitely not a vamp in this one. Really, there is no rhyme or reason to it. Just whatever triggers my fancy. =)
As always, it'd been raining in forks. For days. For weeks. For months. At this point, I'd lost count how much time had passed since the last sunny day. The gloomy gray skies could bring down even the most upbeat of optimists. Which I definitely was not.
I'm an Arizona girl. Raised on sunshine and extreme dry heat. Not rain. Or snow for that matter. So the darkness and forever rain drenched houses and grass baffled me beyond comprehension. Rain slicked sidewalks didn't help the uncoordinated, either. It all kept me indoors rather than outdoors. Even though I was pale, I at least liked the option of studying outside. I once read about a special kind of depression found in the states where it rained and snowed a lot. This particular depression was brought on to most of the population and lasted until the bright summer months. Something about lack of sunshine caused it. I was skeptical about it until I moved back to Forks.
But being indoors for so long… Was beginning to give me cabin fever. You know, pretty much scratching at the walls trying to get out. Picking fights with Edward wanting to get out. Painting my fingernails because I'm so bored wanting to get out. I don't paint my nails. Ever. I am not that kind of girl.
It wasn't helping that even the vampires were feeling the extremes of cabin fever. Because Edward refused to leave my side. And the others stayed out of support. Even though they didn't feel the cold, barely felt the rain. They were there. Going stir crazy as well.
Emmett and Edward were literally swinging from the chandeliers in the house. Literally. It immediately shocked and horrified me the first time Emmett did it before I realized he was a vampire and falling would hurt the house more than him. Then the merciless laughter had started. From everyone. Even Edward who had seen it in Emmett's head and Alice who had witnessed it before it happened. This gave Edward the perfect distraction for me to slip out. I'm surprised Alice didn't stop me. Or maybe she saw all the scenarios ending badly if she did try to stop me or let on to Edward of my intentions.
The rain had finally slowed to a drizzle. Not done raining but slow enough where I didn't care. Where I wouldn't be completely soaked to the bone if I ventured out. My rain jacket would keep all of the essentials dry.
Taking a deep breath, I let the smell of fresh air fill my lungs. Rain, grass, mud, leaves. I ventured a few steps out, my sneakers squish, squish, squishing in the mud. My legs propelled me a little ways into the wooded area, the mud squishing less. I bend down and lightly feel the grass. Damp. But not too muddy. I drop down, laying on my back. The dampness barely soaking through my jeans. I didn't care. I was glad for the freedom. Glad for the alone time. Glad not to be inside for a little while.
My eyes slid shut, letting the sounds overtake me. The wind whistled softly, rustling the few strands of hair that escaped my hood. A wolf howled far in the distance. Was it Jake? Or a real wolf? Thunder rumbled in the far distance. Some small creature skittered over the dead leaves somewhere to my left. A door opened, then closed. My bets were on Edward. Finally noticing my absence. I felt his cold hand against my face rather than hearing the soft pad of footsteps I would have heard if it'd been Charlie. Or Jake. Or anyone who wasn't one of the Cullens.
"You disappeared, love." His voice was careful, soft, more velvety than usual. Almost like he didn't want to disturb the peace.
"Cabin fever." The words sighed out of me as I pushed my face into his hand.
"Come on, love. We don't want you to get sick."
"Edward…" I finally opened my eyes to find him crouching over me and looking at me expectantly, offering his hand to help me up.
"Love?"
"Five more minutes." I pleaded.
"Alice says a storm is brewing. We have a few minutes before we get caught in the torrential downpour." Edward informed me.
"Fine," I sighed, taking his proffered hand, letting him pull me into a standing position. Giving me a crooked grin, Edward pulled me onto his back and darted to the back porch, the sky opening up and the rain pouring down in fast big droplets.
"Just in time," I sighed, slowly climbing off Edward's back and falling into the wicker loveseat that was more for show. Edward sat next to me, pulled my back into him, my muddy sneakers draping over the arm of the loveseat.
We sat and watched the rain fall in content silence.