(AN: I don't feel like typing anymore disclaimers so this will be the last. I don't own any of the characters, the setting, and such. I own the plot and that's just about it.)
Chapter 3
Edward was waiting with the Volvo's passenger door open while I slowly made my way across the parking lot doing my best not to fall. Well apparently my best wasn't good enough because only about ten feet from my destination the ground and my face decided to make friends. I laid there for a few seconds before Edward was kneeling in front of me with a look mixed of worry and amusement on his perfect face.
"Are you alright?" he asked dazzling me with that amazing crooked smile.
"Yup, I fall all the time, I'm used to it," I was surprised I was able to form a coherent sentence when he was looking at me like that.
"Well we will have to work on that now won't we," he replied as he offered me his hand to help me stand up.
"Thanks," I squeaked dusting off the dirt and little rocks that had gathered on my jeans and hoodie.
"Isabella don't! You wear the ground well!" Edward said obviously trying to cheer me up. Though the tears had stopped I was pretty sure he could still see the sadness and despair in my eyes as I let out a laugh, "It's Bella,"
"You still want to go home right?" he asked.
"Yeah I think its best if I get out of here before I completely break down," I explained.
"Alright come on then," his hand was still in mine as he led me to the car.
I halfway expected him to be there in the drivers' seat before I even attempted to buckle my seatbelt but he made his way around the front of the car the only pace he knew how. The human one. Of course this too set me off and I started to sob thinking about the first time Edward and I ran, well more he ran and I just was along for the ride. That was the day we went to the meadow, that perfect sunny day, but it never existed right? It was just a figment of my imagination. When he got into the car he looked surprised about my little outburst of tears, maybe I did look happy to him. I was laughing and smiling just a minute ago. But how could I be happy when the best thing that ever happened to me wasn't ever real?
"Bella, what is going on? You have to tell me or else I can't help you!" Edward was rubbing my back soothingly and once again sending jitters up throughout my entire body.
I was trying to decide if I trusted this Edward enough to tell him the truth or if I should just tell him some made up lie. The downside to the lying was that I can't tell a convincing lie to save my life! It would have to be something extremely sad or else I would just have to tell him that I am a very sensitive person and make myself look idiotic for crying so much. Gosh, I am so screwed up!
"I'll tell you when we get to my house okay?" I need to think of a good lie, I added silently in my head. Well lets hope he still can't read my mind. At least something stayed consistent.