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Bella's POV
As I closed the door to my room, I couldn't help but express my girlish joy. I squealed in happiness and ran to dive onto my bed. I hugged a fluffy pillow to my chest burying my head in it, laughed, and thought over what had just occurred.
Quil asked me on a date! Tonight! Ah! I could not stop smiling, the goofy grin plastered on my face would not disappear with any amount of trying. So I didn't try. I wallowed in the girly and immature giddiness that running through my body.
For the first time in a long time I wish I had a best friend to call and describe to her every single action and thing that Quil had said. To laugh with her, and falsely deny any claims of attraction. I wanted her to come over and help me pick out the perfect outfit and help me put on just the right amount of make-up.
My happiness suddenly plummeted. I did have a best friend like that, Alice. But, she wasn't my best friend any more. No, she had left my life when he did.
Tears rolled silently down my face as I remembered all the times I had talked to Alice about my love for him. Whether it was at school when he had gone hunting or on our way to go shopping or some other place I couldn't stand. I remembered her light and airy laugh when I told her that I wanted him to be my everything for the rest of eternity I remembered hers and Rosalie's plucking and prodding as they got me ready to go on a date with him. I wished more than anything that she could be with me right now, to share my overexcitement with, and have her give me fashion advice.
She couldn't be though, no, not anymore. I hated him more for that. He took away so much with what he did. Esme's nurturing nature, Carlisle's doctoring expertise I desperately needed and his father-like figure, Emmett's teddy-bear like and goofy self, Rosalie's well spunk?, Jasper's cool and collected era, and Alice's entire personality, her presence made me feel better. My family. He took them all away.
I walked into the small bathroom that was in my bedroom and used the towel hanging there to dry my tears. I couldn't let him ruin my night. He wouldn't, I won't let him. I decided as I walked back into my room scanning over my suitcases that I had yet to unpack. Now, what should I wear?
Quil's POV
This was the hardest thing I had done in my entire life.
I had stepped on my poor Mom's feet at least 10 times. Not to mention, already breaking the frame of a picture on the wall. My mother's little shape made it easy for her to dance about gracefully, without a partner, quietly counting, "1 and 2 and 3 and 4, 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and…."
She said it was going to be easy, that dancing was only moving with the music. I had to run up to my room and grab the CD I had received for my birthday when I was 6 or 7 that I had never listened to. It had the perfect song on it. When she had listened to the song once, my Mom showed me a basic waltz, basically turning in a circle stepping forward side back side, but then you stepped side again then back! AH! I can't do this!
"Mom, this is way too hard. I don't really need to learn it's fine." I was silently cursing myself, I wanted to dance with Bella. I guess that's out.
"Quil." She looked at me with a if-you-give-up-I-will-personally-hurt-you sort of look. "You can do this. Just count."
I took another deep breath, "Okay." I walked back over to my mom and held my arms out just like she showed me waiting for her to join me.
"Try it by yourself." I threw my head back in utter protest but complied not too eager too upset her.
The music started and I tried to do the steps she had taught me, but tripped and fell onto the couch we moved out of the way. "I can't do this." I raised my hands and dropped them giving up.
"Yes, you can, try again." I sighed knowing it wouldn't end well, but if it made her happy.
The music turned on very softly so Bella wouldn't hear it and I took my stance. Suddenly I felt my mom's hands resting on my shoulder and hand that was outstretched. She nudged me and I started the steps she had taught. Quietly she whispered, "1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and 1 and 2 and 3 and 4," over and over in my ear.
Soon I found myself counting with her, dancing in a circle without tripping or second guessing my steps.
When the song ended, I went and turned off the CD player and turned to look at my very smug faced Mom. "Thanks," I nodded, and gave her a big hug.
"Your welcome, honey," I grabbed the CD player and was heading up the stairs again when she said, "Oh Quil?" I turned back,
"Yeah?"
"Don't you want to tell me what you want in the picnic basket?" I laughed for a minute,
"How did you-" I didn't even bother. Mothers know all. "Forget it." I laughed again and followed her into the kitchen.
"So, what is it you would like me to pack?" I thought about it for a moment and drew up a blank.
"I have no idea." I shook my head and walked to open the fridge.
"I'll have it all packed." Mom said pushing the door closed. "Go get ready." I gave her a peck on the cheek and ran up to my room to slip on a pair of tan slacks and a light green shirt that I had bought two days earlier.
Bella's POV
I walked out of my room, careful not to trip. I thought about trying to elegantly swish down the stairs and decided against it, too many chances to fall. So instead I grabbed the railing and walked cautiously down the staircase into the living room.
I had finally decided on a light blue sundress with a matching head band, and silver sandals with a little heel. After burning myself at least 3 times I gave up on curling my hair and instead blow dried it so that it gently fell over my shoulders, and my bangs rested in front of my head band. I didn't look too bad, I actually thought I did pretty well.
I blushed immediately when I reached the last step to find Quil, looking adorably gorgeous, staring at me with his mouth hanging open slightly. He wore a crisp green shirt that brought out his eyes, and nice slacks. I silently wondered if I should have dressed up further.
"Hi," I muttered walking over to him. He shook his head a little as if coming out of a trance. I blushed again.
"He- Hey," He swallowed and gave me a hug. "You look," He paused and I waited for him to continue but he seemed at loss of words, he would open his mouth but close it again trying to reach the word he was searching for. If at all possible my blush reddened more and I looked to the ground.
"She looks stunning," Fleur said coming out of the kitchen wiping her hands. She smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Exactly," Quil exhaled. She turned to him and whispered something I couldn't hear. "Okay," he answered. "Thanks." He kissed her cheek and took my hand leading me out of the house.
"Bye," I called to Fleur as Quil urgently pulling me towards their Jeep. There was some things in the back seat that were covered in a blanket but when Quil caught me staring at it he said,
"No peeking, it's a surprise!" I laughed happily and agreed not to look.
We didn't talk on the way there. Quil held my hand and I rubbed small circles on the back of his palm. Every once in awhile he would look over at me and smile, and I would smile back, more content than I had been for some time.
I had no idea where were headed, and I liked it. I never liked surprises but right now it didn't matter to me where I was going, I had Quil with me, and that made me happy in itself. I silently wondered to myself if it was right that I had become so attached to Quil so fast, that I accepted him into my heart without a second thought, if I was betraying someone by adoring him so. I decided that it was perfect, for now Quil was what I needed and I wasn't going to challenge that.
So silently pondering what the future impended for us together, I didn't notice that we were stopped. I blushed slightly embarrassed by my lack of attention, and looked around. We were at the beach. The beach where Jacob and I had met, or rather met again. The beach where I almost drowned, and got attacked by Victoria in one day. The beach where I had learned what they were.
"Close your eyes," Quil said as he covered my eyes. I obliged and closed them.
"Alright." I giggled quietly. I waited for about 5 minutes smiling with anticipation. Finally, I felt Quil's hand take mine and him lifting me out of the car.
"Okay, open you eyes," Quil whispered into my ear as he set me on my feet.
When I did, what before me stunned me. Quil had the same blanket that had previously been over the things in the back, laid out in the sand. A picnic basket was sitting on the corner along with a cordless CD player and a bouquet of fresh flowers that I recognized and could name from Fleur's garden. A bottle of sparkling white grape juice was set against the picnic basket in the place of wine as well as two champagne glasses.
I couldn't help but gasp at the scene before me. The sun was just setting sending a rush of color over the sky, and before me was the nicest gesture anyone had ever done for me laid out on a sandy beach. I turned to Quil not able to say anything. My smile wouldn't allow any words out of my mouth, as I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Quil's face immediately twisted into concern, "Bella? Why are you crying?" He brushed the single tear off my cheek and pulled me into his arms.
"I'm just amazed Quil." He pulled back and looked at me very confused. "You're amazing. This is amazing." I motioned towards the picnic and its accompanying objects. "I can't believe you would do this for me. Thank you." I ended whispering, and pulled him close to me again.
"You deserve it Bella. You deserve this and so much more." I was about to object but as soon as I opened my mouth he placed his warm finger over my mouth. "I would give you anything." And just as he said that his deliciously warm lips crashed on mine. His feelings of lust, compassion, sympathy, sincerity, possibly love? poured into the kiss as he led me to the plaid quilt.
He stopped abruptly leaving me to shake my head in order to clear it of the daze I had fallen into. I smiled back at him, as he stared mirroring my position. I studied his endlessly genuine hazel eyes deciding that I would be fine if I ended up right where I was, alone with Quil underneath the setting sun, forever lost in the twilight of the moment.
I broke the gaze after a long moment and looked to the flowers that I could smell from where I was sitting. Quil followed my gaze and smiled like a small child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Sorry," he murmured and handed me the colorful bunch of plants in my hands.
I laughed slightly and put my face close to smell the full scent of the bouquet. The perfumes mixed together perfectly creating a gorgeous aroma that wafted through the air around me. I looked up to see Quil pouring the sparkling juice into the glasses. I set the flowers next to me and took the drink from Quil.
"To us," he declared holding his glass up for cheers, I laughed with him and clinked them together.
"To us," I said very quietly admitting it to myself more than anything that it this could be, if I let it. I took a sip and watched Quil unpack the basket.
2 bowls of fresh caeser salad, a plate of grilled lemon seasoned chicken, a still steaming bowl long grained wild rice, 3 pieces of vanilla carrot cake (2 for him, 1 for me), and 2 sets of ivory silverware and plates. Quil chuckled to himself and shook his head as if he thought he had outdone himself.
He looked up me motioning to all the dishes in front of me. "Pick whatever you would like."
I debated over what to eat first and decided to go with what I had learned in etiquette and scooped salad onto my plate. "Very nice," Quil complemented and followed suit.
We ate for a little over an hour clearing everything that had been prepared. Actually he ate most of it.
I laid my head on Quil's chest as he lay back on the sand. We both breathed deep in fulfillment and watched the stars. "Bella?" He whispered.
"Yes?" I whispered back.
"Thank you for coming with me tonight."
"You're welcome Quil, thank you for everything you did tonight,"
"The cooking was all my mom,"
"It was still delicious, I loved every moment of it,"
"I agree," we stopped talking for a little while, but I broke the silence not to long after,
"Quil, thank you for letting me stay with you."
"Of course Bella," He said sitting half way up on his elbows.
"I don't know where I would be without you." I smiled warmly at him and he reflected the same grin.
"Then you'll never be without me." He answered, taking my hand from where it sat resting on the ground beside me and kissing each finger.
"I would like that," We both lay back down but soon adjusted so that we were lying side by side cuddling. His warmth soothing my body, keeping the cold away from touching me.
The night sky was sparkling tonight, each little star helping light the sky making it out to be a dark blue instead of a pitch black. The moon hung perfectly amongst the rows of glitter elucidating the ground beneath. Shadows were cast over the earth fluttering in the wind. The night was perfect, everything was perfect, this is where I was meant to be.
"Bella?" Quil asked quietly into my ear again.
"Hmmm?" I responded still looking at the scenery above us.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked even softer, acting like he was giving me the okay to say no.
"I am really bad at dancing," I admitted, he only laughed,
"Me to, it's fine." With that I was helped up and watched as Quil inspected the CD player until he found the play button.
The world around us, that was moments ago silent, now drifted in the melody of a composition I had never heard. The song was perfect for dancing and as Quil gingerly grabbed my hand and rested his hand on my waist, I settled my hand on his broad shoulder.
We both stood still for a second not sure how to begin but Quil soon nudged forward and lead me in a basic four step dance, which I had never learned. After around 15 minutes I was no longer stepping on his feet and apologizing as we twirled in circles on the beach. The 6 minute song repeated itself as I looked deeply into Quil's eyes and him mine.
As the song ended again for the 5th time Quil held me out and twirled me around on his finger as I had done with my parents many times before when I was young. I smiled but was quickly interrupted by a piercing menacing growl emanating out of the dark forest. Quil pulled me tight to his chest as I shook and scanned the forest for the creature that had produced such a sound. I could feel Quil's heavy breathing that almost matched my fast intakes as he stepped protectively in front of me.
Not three seconds passed before a being erupted out of the trees running threateningly fast towards us. He stopped about 20 feet away from us as he bared his sharp venom coated teeth and looked with fiercely charcoal eyes that showed through the night at Quil.
I gasped and almost fell to the ground as I realized who it was. Edward Cullen was standing across the beach from us. And with the looks of him he did not like the scene before him. He glared at Quil with a look that would have made me shake and sob in fear. But Quil stayed still protecting me from my true love. Or who used to be that.
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