Chapter Two

Journal

The next day at school passed without anything weird happening. I had biology with Edward. Sure he seemed a little distant but it was fine when he wrapped an arm around my waist and led me down the hall.

He kissed my forehead lovingly when he dropped me off at gym and bid me a goodbye and he even said he would pick me up after all of my classes just like usual.

And when lunchtime came around, he grabbed us both a lunch tray, even though he won't eat and paid for my meal. He even insisted on me eating more fruit because we humans need our fruits too. He's the loving boyfriend who looks out for me. What is wrong?

School went like that for another week when Alice and Edward decided to go hunting again. Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie already went earlier in the week and Carlisle and Esme went last night as well.

After kissing me goodbye I went into Edwards room and laid down on his bed; he's even courteous to my needs as well.

I look around his room and see that everything is fairly new and top of the line just like any other Cullen, but you would think that being alive for some time, he would have something from another era, something from before I was born. Don't they keep something that is old?

I get up and look at his computer desk. Picture frames of me and him together and some with just his family. His desktop picture on his computer is of me and him from about two months ago at a festival in Port Angeles. I was eating an ice-cream cone and he was smiling at me with his arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

I found one of his jackets hanging on his desk chair and decide to hang it up in his closet. When I enter I'm hit with massive designer clothing and can tell Alice has been in here. It smells like him inside the walk in closet and it makes me miss him even more.

I'm getting off track. 'Something old, something old' I chant over and over in my head. On one of the top shelves I see a box. I reach up and find a few things but what catches my eye is a leather-bound book that looks pretty old. Aha!

I take the box over to the bed and grab the book and sit against the headboard. I very carefully open it. Who knows how old this is? I always loved history so this is quite exciting. It's like finding a secret treasure.

I open it up and see that it is indeed a book but not any book, Edward's Journal. I instantly close it back up. These thoughts are personal. Although, he does know everyone's thoughts and Emmett would really appreciate this just go get back at him but.. I could never do that.

But I really do want to read it. I know it's private but something is compelling me to do it; just one tiny peek. "What the hell" I mumble.

I open it to the first page.

Journal, August 20th, 1957

I have to start all over again...It seems as if I have quite a handful of these journals. Nothing too much has been going on. We are in Alaska right now visiting the Denali Coven. Tanya still tries to win my heart over but I don't see it ever happening. She wants me as her mate. I shudder just at the thought.

I'm currently sitting in one of the guest rooms here while everyone is out hunting. Im listening to "Great balls of fire" good song but a little too upbeat for me so...

Nothing exciting is really happening. We're off to England after this; another dreary place that waits for me.

Until next time,

Edward

p.s.

If Alice drags me shopping again tomorrow I swear I will scream if she purchases another one of those poodle skirts.

I laugh at the last part. It is so Alice.

The journals get on the same way. Edward explaining where he is and what place they're off to next, him also complaining on Emmett's pranks which include hot sauce and 'women's undergarment's he puts it.

He only writes a paragraph or two every entry every so often. It's odd but he did say nothing interesting is happening.

I know I should feel guilty right now for reading this but I don't. I know I will regret it later, so I continue to read and skim through pages. I get up to the part where Edward has met me.

He talks about wanting to drink my blood and visiting me throughout the nights and watch me sleep. He goes on to say how he has fallen in love with me and met his mate for eternity but does not want to damn to this hell he lives in. I roll me eyes at that part.

He continues to mention how he plans to ask for my hand in marriage and I smile, my face almost hurts. He also apologizes that he hasn't wrote too much in the past two decades because there wasn't anything worthy to write about and now there finally is; His "Beautiful Bella" has he puts is.

I skim through some more and get to a journal entry from about three months ago. I almost scream at what I read. I understand now.