Author's Note: There was a review that asked why closing the door was relevant. Well, in my imagination, the Cullen's have some pretty valuable property, so closing the door might help them to keep it. I know they're really rural, but still. It's the principle. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews!
Edward ran swiftly through the forests surrounding Forks. Every once in awhile he would suddenly turn a different direction, throwing me completely off balance. I almost fell off his back once or twice. Of course, I didn't actually fall, because of his super fast reflexes, but it was very scary nonetheless.
"What are you doing?" I asked quickly, right after being readjusted by Edward. I clung tightly to him, my fingers digging in as hard as they could. "It's like you're playing tag or something." I was breathing hard.
Edward didn't say anything. I knew I hit the nail right on the head. His shoulders were rigid, well, more so than normal.
"I'm right, aren't I?" I would've jumped up and down if it weren't for the fact that I was on his back, and trees were rushing past us at a very high rate of speed. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't think you'd like the idea so much." He turned again, and I teetered dangerously. I almost said what I was thinking. You're damn right I don't like the idea. But then I considered. How often was Edward Cullen actually surprised? He could read minds for crying out loud. In fact, he could read all minds. Everyone's but mine.
"Well, you were wrong. I think it's a great idea. I just wish you would have let me know. I want to be in on the game too." I smiled, knowing I'd said the opposite of what he expected. To my surprise, though, he stopped running.
"What?" He twisted around to look at me, his face a mask of shock. I hit him on the shoulder.
"Go! We're playing tag here, now don't get us caught!" I shrieked, beginning to enjoy myself. He didn't hesitate, rushing forward, nearly throwing me off his back. The Edward generated wind whipped through my hair, raking it back from my face. I dug my fingers into Edward's shirt and leaned back slightly, enjoying the sensation. Then, a strange wind intercepted the one I was enjoying. I clung to Edward, and heard ghostly laughing. Emmett.
Edward sped up, and what was blurred before was hopelessly obscured now. It's like the world was a painting, and someone had smudged everything. I felt the skin on my face flap. Wow.
"Can't catch us, Emmett!" I yelled the words, and the speed of the wind rushing past my face garbled them. I giggled. That was also garbled.
Edward laughed, but it was cut off as he switched directions. Emmett's haunting laugh abruptly disappeared, and Edward laughed harder. Then, he came to a dead stop in the middle of the forest. I punched his shoulder.
"We're going to get tagged here!" I was caught up in the thrill of the chase. It took me a second to realize that he was waiting for me to calm down. My cheeks turned red.
"Do you want to go do something else? Just you and me?" The tone of his voice told me that's what he wanted to do. I nodded, then realized that he couldn't see me nod. The blush on my cheeks deepened.
"Yeah. Let's get out of here." I rested my hands lightly on his shoulders, and felt him grasp my wrists. Before I knew what was happening, I was cradled in his arms. I looked at him questioningly. He noticed my quizzical look.
"I wanted to see your face." He said simply. I rested my head against his rock hard chest.
"Anywhere in particular you had in mind?" I wondered aloud. Edward ran, his feet moving swiftly, his mind a million miles away.
He looked down at me, and the look of tenderness on his face struck me. "Anywhere but here. Anywhere where you and I can be alone." He emphasized the word. I shivered, dreaming about what was in store.
"So I get to choose?" I was disbelieving. Usually we had an itinerary we had to cover before we actually got to do anything fun. Most of the time, the itinerary went unfinished.
"Anywhere you want to go." The look on his face told me that if it was up to him, we'd be taking a flight somewhere.
"I know we go there all the time but…" Edward pressed his finger to my lips. I kissed it, closing my eyes.
"The meadow. That's good. We need to talk anyway." He left his fingers at my lips, and started running again. "We're leaving!" He called out to everyone who was playing tag. I very faintly heard replies.
I frowned. What did we need to talk about? Then I remembered; we were getting my things out of Charlie's house on Saturday, tomorrow, actually. My nerves suddenly spun out of control. Tomorrow.
Edward stopped running again. It took me a second to realize that we were there. He sat on the ground, his back up against the huge tree. I was still in his arms, and I felt like a child. I squirmed around until he set me on the ground.
"What did you want to talk about?" I asked nervously. He looked at me.
"You know we're moving you out of Charlie's house tomorrow. I just wanted to make sure you really wanted to do this. That you're not just doing this to make me happy. If you wanted to stay at Charlie's, I'd be perfectly fine with that. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything." He would have kept talking if I hadn't stopped him with a kiss.
"Quit. I know you feel that I make rash decisions, but this is not one of them. Yes, I love you. Yes, I want to move in with you, and yes, I'm sure about this. Relax." I touched his face, and coaxed my favorite crooked smile out of him.
He took my face in his hands, and brought his face very close to mine. His breath washed over me, making my head spin. "Just making sure." And then he kissed me. It wasn't a careful kiss. His lips parted, and he ran his tongue over my lips. If he hadn't pulled away then, I would have passed out.
"So, is our 'discussion' over?" I was breathing hard. He laughed, obviously not taking me seriously.
"Not quite." He kissed my forehead.
"What more is there to discuss?" I really didn't want to discuss this. We were alone, and he wanted to discuss moving. Not cool.
"What time do you want to do this tomorrow?" He could hardly keep a straight face. I slumped over in the grass.
"Does that really matter, Edward?" I was completely exasperated. I ran my hands down the sides of my face.
"No, not really. It's whenever you want to do it." He pulled me upright, and draped his arm around my shoulders. I settled into his chest, feeling the chill of his skin through his shirt. I closed my eyes, completely content. The next think I knew, Edward was shaking me.
"Wake up, Bella." He kissed the tip of my nose, and I looked around, realizing it was dark.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't realize…" I trailed off, my attention caught by the stars. I climbed into Edward's lap, completely amazed. "The stars are so beautiful."
"That's why I woke you up. I didn't want to look at them alone." I smiled, perfectly happy.
"I'm making the right decision, Edward. Trust me." I kissed his cheek, looking forward to tomorrow.