AN: I know it took a long time, but my computer crashed. I lost almost everything. I was lucky I keep all my writing on jump drives. I have only had my iPod for Internet, but now, school is out, my computer is fixed, drivers ed is over, and I am back in my writing ZONE! Thanks for baring with me.
BPOV
"Hey," he said smiling a beautiful crooked smile that took my breath away, "are you ready to go?"
I nodded, "I am going to follow you to your house in my truck. You need to leave your car there."
He looked at me confused, "Why can't I drive my car? I thought you truck was broken."
I shook my head, "It is fixed now. Your car isn't made to drive where we are going. My truck is. Let's go before it gets to dark." I smiled and he smiled back.
I followed him to the old Morrow house. It was originally a plantation. It's official name Analyvia (pronounced: Anna-La-Via) named after the original owner's only daughter, Analyise. According to the town's history, Herman Morrow owned all of the land that the town is now on and more. He was a sugar and cotton farmer. After the Civil War, he had to sell most of the land. He was able to keep the house and a couple hundred acres of land. The Morrow family sold the house a few decades later. Since then, it has been passed around by owners, but no one had lived there.
I had always dreamed of living there. I had never been inside, but I imagined what it looked like. From what I was told, most of the original furniture was still there. Things had been upgraded, but it was mostly untouched. I had always imagined rebuilding the barn in the back for horses. I wanted to plant a few fields with crops and leave the rest of the land as meadows. I wanted to raise a big family with my husband at my side. I wanted to be the first person to live here since the original owners, but that wasn't going to happen. Edward lived here now.
He parked his own car and joined me in the truck. I looked at him with wide eyes, "You live at Analyvia?"
He looked at me like I was crazy, "What? What is Analyvia?"
"Analyvia is the name of the plantation you are living in. Do you know that you are the first person to live here since the 1800s?"
He shook his head, "I did not know that. Thank you for telling me. I take it you admire the house."
I nodded and began driving. We drove silently for about 10 minutes. He broke the silence, "So, where are you taking me?"
I shook my head, "I'm not telling. We are almost there though. You live far enough outside of town that it is only a 15 minute drive from your house."
He chuckled, "I think someone has house envy."
I rolled my eyes and turned onto the levee. I followed it for a mile before pulling into my dad's camp. I got out of the truck and Edward got out behind me, "What are we doing here? We aren't going to get in trouble for being here, are we?"
I laughed and shook my head, "No, my dad owns this place. Grab the pink key chain out of my purse will you?"
He nodded and did what I said. I unlocked the shed and took his hand in mine, "Come on, this is our ride from here." He looked at me confused but allowed me to pull him with me. I took the cover off the vehicle and his jaw dropped, "We are not riding that. You have got to be kidding me."
"What," I asked in a flirty voice, "you scared of a little old four-wheeler?" I laughed and he got defensive, "No, I have just never been on one."
I smiled, "I won't let you get hurt. Don't you trust me?" He thought for a second then nodded, "Yeah, I do. I don't know why, but something in me is screaming for me to trust you."
I put the key in the ignition and started the bike. I backed it out with ease as he watched my every move. I tied the picnic basket to the back rack and patted the seat, "Get on."
He did and we were off. I drove for a few minutes before I saw the sirens. I pulled off to the side of the levee and waited for the cop to get out of his car. He came over in full business mode. He looked at Edward, "Sir, do you have a permit?"
Edward looked at me. I could see the worry I n his eyes. He answered the cop, "A permit?"
The cop nodded, "Yes, you need a permit to ride ATVs down this road. This is mostly private property and state lands down here. I am going to ask you one more time, do you have a permit?"
By this time I couldn't hold my laughter in any longer. Neither could the cop. Edward looked back and forth between us in confusion. I smiled and kissed his cheek, "Edward, this is Billy Black. He is my dad's best friend. Charlie probably sent him to make sure I wasn't drinking and driving this thing. Billy, this is my date, Edward."
They shook hands and Billy apologized for the joke then he turned to me, "Bells, you have those permits?" I nodded and pulled out the papers I had put in my purse. He skimmed them and gave them back, "Don't go to much further down. Smith is having a gator problem on his land."
I smiled, "I was about to pull off when you stopped us." We waved bye to him.
I parked the bike on a level piece of ground at the bottom of the levee. Even though it was almost 7, it was still very light out, but I knew it wouldn't be for long. Edward looked at me as I climbed off, "That really wasn't nice." I smiled, "It might not have been nice, but it was funny."
"Oh, "He said with a devil's grin on his face, "if you thought that was funny, you are going to laugh so hard at this." Something in me said to run, so I did just that. Edward took off after me. It wasn't long before he had his arms around my waist and was tickling me. I laughed and begged him to stop. After about 2 minutes, he did and we both collapsed onto the grass gasping for air. I turned on my side to look at him. He did the same and stared at me.
After a minute, I got up pulling him with me, "We need to get some fire wood. It will be dark soon." About five minutes later, we had plenty of wood. I opened the bike's storage compartment and pulled out the Duraflame fireplace log my dad always kept there. Edward spread out the blanket and sat down. I built a small fire then sat beside him and passed out food.
We ate arguing over whether Popeye's or KFC had better chicken. As we repacked the food, I got an idea, "Why don't we play 20 Questions?"
He nodded and I went first, "What is your favorite color?" He smiled, "That shade of blue you're wearing. What is your favorite color?" I laughed, "Today, it is green, but tomorrow it may be blue. What's your favorite book?"
The questions continued like this for a while. We covered generic questions: favorite food, favorite movie, TV show, actor, actress, candy, idols, singer, band, holiday, hobby, and songs. Then things started to get deeper when I asked about his family.
He sighed, "I was born in Chicago to Edward and Elizabeth Masen. They died in a car crash when I was 12. I was adopted by Carlisle and Esme Cullen a year later. They already had 2 foster kids, Emmett and Alice. They are brother and sister biologically, but welcomed me in as if I were too."
"I am so sorry Edward. I can't imagine how hard it is to lose your parents," I said. He smiled, 'It is okay. Carlisle and Esme are amazing. What about your family?"
"Well, that's complicated," I said as my alarm on my phone went off telling me it was time to go, "Which apparently will have to wait until next time. I need to be home at 11 or they will set the alarm and I'll be locked out."
He nodded and died out the fire with bayou water we had put into a big bowl. We loaded up the bike and drove to the camp. From there I drove him to his house. When we were parked outside, he looked at me. I got lost in his emerald eyes. He smiled his signature crooked smile, "Would it be okay if I kissed you good-night?"
I nodded. He brought his hand up to caress my cheek. He used his other hand to brush away a loose strand of hair from my face. Then he leaned in and kissed me. It was sweet and slow. My heart began to race as my finger brushed his hair. My lips burned with desire. Just as soon as it began, it ended. My lips quivered at the loss of his. His forehead rested on mine, "Good-night, my Bella. I'll see you tomorrow, my sweet Isabella."
"Tomorrow," I nodded. With that he left the truck and I drove away.