The end.
"Just tell me what the hell you're talking about and we can fix it. I'll fix it." It had been two hours now since we left the field. Two hours of pure silence, his parents, brothers and sisters we're still out hunting, not exactly the typical family outing but still… Before he took me home, I demanded he switched the cars. He looked at me helplessly- completely at a loss of what to do. So was I in all honesty. I didn't know why exactly but I'd had enough.
"Edward, its just-" I stop, whatever I say, he was sure to be offended- "I- No. You just… its almost like you don't want to be with me…"
He looked at me with a puzzled expression painted across his face. "No- I just-" He paused and the hesitation was good enough for me.
"Don't bother troubling yourself for me Edward, I think it's all clear enough." I climbed out of the car, restraining myself from running to my door. The last thing I remember is the sound of tyres screeching on the pavement and the silver Volvo speeding off out of sight before I could even close the door.
I lent back in my chair, the moonlight dancing around my room in their nonchalance mystery. The computer screen seemed to scream at me and my mother's email just blurred together as my eyes grew weary. I guess it was over between Edward and I… "Well we had a long run-" I stood up and switched off the monitor, "But things cant go on forever…" pacing round the room an emptiness hit me, "Can they?" I flung myself down onto my bed. What was the point in crying? A visit from Charlie? Well he was in work so that didn't really matter did it…
A tapping at my window rewired my heart as I gathered up the strength to look. Of course, it was Edward, his usual perfect face beaming down at me as he clung on to the widow ledge. "Are you going to let me in Bella?" He asked with a smirk. Just because he was almost a century older than me- I thought angrily trying to unlatch the locks, it doesn't mean he's got any frigging right to treat me like a kid. The window flew open and all at once I found myself tied to Edward, his arms wrapped around my hips as I wrestled the window back shut.
"Are you still mad?" He asked burying his head into my hair.
I twisted out of his grip and retreated back to my computer desk, "Of course I'm still mad! You're like a fucking- your like, Mike Newton! There I said it, just like Mike Newton! I'm hope you're happy with yourself."
He rolled his eyes and lay back on my bed, "How so am I- Mike Newton?" He said Mike's name as if it was some sort of disease, "Because I really don't understand what your problem is."
"My problem is that you really do everything in your power to drive me away! Your family would be psyched to have me with them- to be a vampire, well all except Rosalie… and you apparently. What is your problem? And do not give me that crap about 'souls'."
He sat up and took my hands, "But it is your soul, I want you to be happy, I don't want to ruin your life."
I snorted and snatched back my hands, "Ruin my life? Don't you remember what happened when you left the first time? We're already too far gone Edward, so cut the crap and bite me already- or at least… you know."
His eyes widened for a minute and lingered on my chest, my neck and then finally reached my eyes, "I can't."
"I want a guy who can show me that they love me- you don't understand, you never want to be around me. You never touch me."
"What the hell? I'm always around you! Always! And its just too risky to be that intimate…" He looked down at his hands, his skin catching the moonlight and glistening lightly in the silvery ray.
I sighed and walked over to him- pushing his shoulders back onto my pillows I straddled him smiling lightly, "Lets take it easy then- nothing too PG13."
He smiled, "If only you we're still grounded."
I bend down to kiss him, tracing his lip with my tongue, willing his mouth to open. "Since when did we start obeying the rules?" I teased, his mouth trembled and gave in. I hadn't expected it to be this easy- with our mouths locked he pulled me into him, my shirt getting tangled in his fingers. I pushed up against him, his hands working their way up to my bra- He stopped.
"Wait." He gasped breathlessly. Oh God not this again.
"No." I whispered pulling up his shirt.
"Bella." He lifted me up and jumped up fixing his shirt. I could not believe this, pulling down my own shirt I shook my head.
"What's wrong now?" I groaned pulling my hair, "Was it all 'too much'?"
He looked at me from the corner of his eye and flinched, "I'm sorry but this isn't right-"
And then he was gone- again.