Camping Trip
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, never have never will.
The song is "OUR SONG" by Taylor Swift, of which I don't own either.
Edward is a vampire and Bella is a human
Enjoy
Camping Trip
Chapter 3
EPOV
I heard Bella gasp every time a ray of sunshine beamed off my skin, it fascinated her. It repulsed me. I turn my head sidewards to look at the beauty beside me and I take hold of he hand over the center console. She was used to the fact that I barely had to look at the road while I drove, although I knew it still frightened her somewhat. My current speed was nothing compared to the way I drove without Bella in the car with me. I didn't want to completely terrorize her with my wild antics.
Bella smiled sweetly at me, then turned her attention to the radio and began playing with the dials.
She decided on a station which was playing a catchy song sung by a female artist. I listened to the music flowing through the car, it had a certain country feel to it but it was rather pleasant.
*#*#*
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And he says...
*#*#*
Bella had begun to sing quietly along to the lyrics and I was captivated by the sound of her voice, her head turned and she saw me ogling her, a small smile played on her lips as she began to blush, I found it endearing that she was embarrassed,
"Your voice is beautiful Bella, please, carry on singing" my voice was full of encouragement and admiration. She did as I had requested.
*#*#*
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
*#*#*
BPOV
We had been driving for about a minute before I began to play with his radio, the green scenery was beautiful outside the car, but it was nothing exceedingly special when you lived in a town as wet as Forks. As I continued to play around with the radio's dials, I found a station which was playing one of my new favorite songs, I settled back into my seat and without meaning to really try, I began singing along quietly to myself, fully aware that Edward would be able to hear me, even if I were to just breathe the words.
After the first verse my personal Adonis asked me to continue singing, upon seeing my trademark blush I could feel burning at my cheeks.
*#*#*
I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...
*#*#*
I loved listening to Taylor Swift, I was able to relate a lot of her music to my life. Our Song was perfect for me and Edward, he had, after all, written a piece of music for me, and I loved him so much for it, I also thought about my relationship with Edward being described in the song, romance, love, and something that connected us that was entirely our own.
*#*#*
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
*#*#*
Edward surprised me by quickly picking up the chorus of the song and was singing along with me to the music, I had heard him play his piano, but I had never heard him sing before, it was beautiful, as if the heavens had opened up for my and it was as through I was being serenaded by angels. I felt the chills run all over me, I had probably died was floating on cloud nine. I had officially turned to goo in Edward's hands, and he knew it.
*#*#*
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
*#*#*
Our voices in perfect synchronization, harmony and melody combining together to create a perfect sound. We continued singing together, and I had noticed Edward's speedometer dropping, either we were nearing our location or he was so wrapped up in the song and singing with me that he was prolonging the drive time, in my opinion, creating a perfect memory.
*#*#*
Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again
*#*#*
I was sure we had been driving for less than five minutes when I noticed that Edward was purposefully slowing down, we were reaching what seemed to be a dead end in the road, not something I was expecting, but my clever boyfriend always knew where he was going, I had no fear of getting lost, as long as I had Edward with me that is.
As he brought the car to a standstill, he turned to me with love in his eyes.
EPOV
I put the car in park, looked deep into Bella's enchanting brown orbs and whispered the last verse of the song to her,
*#*#*
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I wrote down our song
*#*#*
It took me a moment to realize that she had whispered the lyrics right back to me. I couldn't contain myself, I reached a hand into her hair and pulled her closer to me so our lips could touch in a gentle kiss. I allowed this to continue for a few moments then pulled away, smiling at her.
"This is as far as we can go by car, I'm sorry but the rest of the way needs to be made on foot." I stated clearly in a teasing voice, I knew well enough that Bella would complain about her being a klutz.
"Edward, do you want me to survive this weekend?"
"Of course my Bella, that is why I will be carrying you," I laughed at her reaction to my statement,
she laughed gently, "You set me up!" playfully hitting my arm with her purse, she knew she would hurt herself more by using her hand than hurting me. I grabbed our bags out of the trunk of the Volvo, and pulled her into my arms bridle-style before taking off further into the woods. A genuine smile plastered across my fast the whole way.
This was going to be a memorable weekend.