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So heres chapter eight, and we're back to Edward this time. I hope you all enjoy the chapter, please review with any feedback!

"You light the skies, up above me,
A star, so bright, you blind me, yeah.
Don't close your eyes, don't fade away, don't fade away…
Yeah you and me, we can ride on a star,
If you stay with me girl, we can rule the world.
Yeah you and me we can light up the sky,
If you stay by my side, we can rule the world.

All the stars are coming out tonight,
They're lighting up the sky tonight…
For you, for you."
~ Rule the world, Take That.

To Wish Impossible Things

Chapter Eight.

Edward Cullen. September 2006.

For the first time in my very long existence, time was moving very slowly.

It was now half an hour until I was due to pick up Bella, which to most people isn't much time at all, but when you're waiting to go on your first date, every minute can feel like an eternity.

… Which was how long today had felt to me.

One week had already passed since her birthday, and even though I'd seen her everyday at school, it never felt like I had enough time with her, hence why I was looking forward to tonight so much.

It would be my chance to finally see if Alice's visions were set to come true.

Admittedly, on the night of her birthday I wasn't actually planning on asking her out on a date then, but I found that when she was next to me - so close but yet so far - that the words just came out. Deep down she probably thought this was moving too fast, but it was the complete opposite for me.

I had been waiting my whole life for her.

Luckily she had said yes, answering all my prayers at once. And ever since then I had been wondering exactly what I had done in my life to deserve such an angel but I certainly wasn't going to question it – I was just appreciating every moment I could have with her, while secretly thanking whoever it was out there that had bought her to me.

Just seeing the gratitude in her eyes as I gave her the I-Pod last week proved how special she was… she truly did care for the smaller things, and instead of just snatching it out of my hands like how most of the girls at Fork's high would she actually tried to insist that she wasn't worth me spending that much. Before thanking me profusely when I told my little white lie to her.

Later on that evening after I'd asked her on the date she actually asked for instructions on how to use it, which I found adorable. I, of course, showed her the basic controls, but didn't point out the playlist I had made for her, and instead hoped that she would discover it herself soon.

Hopefully it would mean something to her… to see the songs I'd put on there. They all described just how I felt about her, and I hoped she would notice the message behind them.

As well as that, the rest of her birthday overall was luckily a success – and it further confirmed my beliefs of how she belonged with us.

Carlisle wasn't actually able to meet her, but hoped he could soon. He'd been stuck at the hospital and then had to attend an interview early the next morning, just before she woke up. Luckily though, his interview had turned out successful and he'd managed to secure a permanent position at Fork's hospital, which would be a lot more convenient for him instead of travelling to the one in Seattle. It was still a couple of weeks until he would be starting there, but he was looking forward to it nonetheless.

We were all glad because we'd be able to see him more – Esme especially was thrilled as he'd been away a lot, and she'd missed him not being around.

She really loved Bella though, and hadn't stopped talking about her in this past week. I just hoped Carlisle adored her too - just like the rest of the family did – as his opinion had always mattered to me the most.

I wasn't worried though… I knew he would love her, just like the rest of us.

I would ask her if she wanted to come over here again soon… once I'd had this night with her of course.

I was currently sitting at the table in the kitchen drumming my fingers against the wood as I watched the clock impatiently, hoping time would just speed up now. I heard someone else enter the room but didn't acknowledge them, and just continued to stare at the patterns in the wood.

The person's thoughts registered with me, and it was clear they were annoyed with me ignoring them. I decided to get this over with, knowing it wasn't going to be pleasant. It was the one person in this family who seemed dead set on hating Bella, and I found myself hating them for it.

"What do you want Rosalie?" I mumbled.

"I want to talk to you," she replied.

I turned around to face her, rolling my eyes when I noticed her angry expression. "Alright then, talk to me," I told her.

"I just want to know what the hell you think you're doing tonight," she replied.

I sighed, knowing I should have expected this eventually, "I'm going on a date with Bella – what's the problem with that?"

"The problem? There are so many problems with this Edward," she snarled.

"Like what?" I asked.

"She's human," she snarled again.

"So?" I shrugged.

"So…? So… don't you know the consequences of this? What if she finds out what we are!" she asked.

"She won't… not yet anyway," I told her.

She let out an annoyed growl, so I stood up from my chair and spoke again before she had the chance too. "Rosalie, why are you mad at me for this? You know how long I've been alone. I know we've never exactly been close, but I always thought you would at least be happy for me."

"I want too, but I can't," she shrugged, not at all apologetic.

So, out of anger, I decided to annoy her even more, "You know what… I think you're jealous," I sneered.

"Jealous of what exactly?" she asked.

"Bella," I replied.

"Her? No, she's nothing," she shook her head.

I was getting tired of her insulting Bella… how dare she. "No, you're nothing," I growled as I took a step towards her.

"I don't even know what you see in her – what is there that's so special about her that you have to risk our entire family for?" she asked me, "She's so plain, and she smells weird. Haven't you noticed that? Her blood doesn't even smell like the other humans – she isn't even normal."

"There are many possible reasons for that, but she is not weird," I replied, furious now.

I heard others enter the room, clearly overhearing our conversation, and after tuning into their thoughts I realised it was Emmett and Carlisle.

"Well she is plain," she shrugged.

"No, she is not," I sneered, angered by her smug expression and the way she was talking about Bella. I walked forward so Rosalie was backed into a corner, and aware of Emmett's watchful eyes on me, ready to attack any moment, I made sure to pour hate into my words as I spoke to Rosalie.

"She is beautiful… you are deluded to think she is just plain… as a matter of fact how dare you think that about her - because you are ugly in comparison to her in every single way." I told her, "Don't waste your time trying to put me off, because it will not work. You are pathetic and delusional to think it will, you hear me? You're pathetic."

At my words she pushed me back, hitting me with so much force that I fell to the floor and she stormed out of the house, pulling the front door from its hinges as she left. I didn't bother going after her… she wasn't worth my time.

I turned around to see Emmett and Carlisle staring at me with shocked expressions on their faces, though Emmett's was also had a mix of anger in it. He had always been very protective of Rosalie… even if he knew she was in the wrong, which in this case… she was.

I just shrugged though and got to my feet, not saying anything. I then turned and walked out the room, ignoring their thoughts which were pretty much screaming at me, begging me to sort this mess out.

They could beg all they want too – it was Rosalie who chose to pick a fight just because she was insecure and jealous, so it was up to her to sort out.

I would rather be killed right here, right now then have to apologise to her. The words she'd said were just too cruel, and I just hoped that she never said it direct to Bella.

Because then, there would be real trouble – I didn't care if she was 'family' or not, I would always put Bella before her.

And she knew it.

EBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEB

After the argument I decided to leave early and just drive around town so I could clear my head before I went to Bella's. I knew that staying at the house would only make matters worse – even though Emmett had gone out in search of Rosalie, I still would have had to hear everyone else's thoughts, which were very mixed in opinion.

Luckily though, Alice and Esme had sent encouraging thoughts my way, telling me to just ignore what Rosalie said and to focus on Bella.

Which was what I was going to do.

I made it to Bella's house at ten to seven, and knowing I couldn't wait any longer to see her I made my way to her front door and rang the doorbell.

While I stood waiting for her to answer, I decided that for tonight I was just going to push everything to the back of my mind. What Rosalie said wasn't important; the fact that Bella was human and I was a vampire didn't matter…

Instead all that mattered was the here and now, and the fact that I already loved Bella, and that tonight was the night. It was the night we would go on our first date and hopefully progress in our relationship.

I couldn't wait.

And then she opened the door, and I knew in that moment that I had never seen anyone as beautiful.

She had her hair curled, and was wearing a pair of dark jeans with a dark blue blouse to match. It was as if she knew what her wearing blue did to me… the colour was my favourite and to my delight it suited her perfectly.

I looked up to see her smiling shyly at me, biting her lip as she waited for me to say something.

"Hi," I whispered, smiling softly at her.

"Hi," she replied.

"You look lovely," I complimented.

She blushed, ducking her head slightly, "thank you," she murmured.

I just smiled, completely mesmerised by her.

She looked up, as she began pulling her coat on which she'd just pulled off the coat rack by the door. "So, what's the plan for tonight then?" she asked.

"There's this place in Port Angeles I want to take you too," I suggested, "it serves great Italian food apparently."

"Oh good, my favourite," she grinned, "it sounds great."

"Great," I smiled at her, "let's get going then."

I held out my hand for her and smiled when she took it without hesitation, intertwining her fingers with mine. I sighed at the warmth that simple action alone bought, and began rubbing my thumb soothingly along the back of her hand as we walked to the car which was parked by the road.

And her hand remained in mine the entire way there.

We listened to the radio as we drove and talked more about our favourite types of music before moving on to other things. I found that all my worries were completely gone now… just being in her presence calmed me and convinced me that nothing else mattered.

Only her.

I had been waiting so long for this to happen to me… I just hoped tonight went well, and that I was able to impress her. I knew that I loved her without a doubt, but I didn't know what she was thinking, so I would have to trust my instinct with her and hope that was enough.

The conversation was fun and light throughout the entire journey and before I knew it we were pulling up outside the restaurant. I had bought her to La Bella Italia, a restaurant I had passed many times but had obviously never been too. It was close to the river, and looked small and cosy. It wasn't over fancy, but I already knew that Bella would prefer something like this instead of the Ritz. Besides, I thought the name sounded appropriate, and hoped she would find it amusing too.

I helped her out of the car, and instead of taking her hand I wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her close to my side. She looked up at me in surprise; a delightful blush spread across her cheeks, but didn't say anything.

We walked in through the front entrance, and to my relief, she looked pleased with the place.

"Wow, it's so pretty and quaint…" she murmured as she looked around excitedly, "I like it."

"I'm glad," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead.

I gently pulled her forward towards the waitress standing there, and kept hold of her as we made our way to our table. I pulled out her chair for her and she smiled widely, thanking me as she sat down. I smiled; thrilled at the knowledge that I was doing something right.

However, as we made ourselves comfortable, a waitress suddenly passed by us in a rush, causing a light breeze to pass me and Bella – and as a result of the breeze I caught Bella's scent with it… which also meant her blood. I frowned in confusion as I took in the scent – because Rosalie was right… it did smell unusual. Until now, I hadn't really focused on the scent of it, as it had been at the back of my mind. I had grown so desensitized from human blood throughout the years that I never really found myself longing for it, so I didn't find it weird that I didn't notice Bella's.

I was too caught up in everything else about her.

But what was unusual… was how easy Jasper found it to be around her. Being the newest 'vegetarian' he'd always had trouble being around humans at all – school was very difficult for him, but he'd found that as long as he kept his distance he was okay. But with Bella… he was completely comfortable, and whenever I read his thoughts I just heard him saying that her blood didn't appeal to him in the slightest.

Why was that?

I subtly breathed in her scent again but couldn't figure out what it was… I'd smelt it before somewhere but I couldn't quite place where from. It reminded me of the smell of hospitals, which I knew quite well from the many times I had visited Carlisle at work. Perhaps it was because she was on medication for something… that sounded like the most likely explanation. I decided to just forget about it for now – its not like I could ask her out loud why her blood smelt different after all. Besides, there was nothing else different about her… she was perfect.

I was the one who was different here… a normal person wouldn't even be able to smell her blood. They wouldn't even consider the difference in it, but instead all they would be focused on was her beauty.

Which I was going to be from now on.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously.

That was the first time I had been asked that question in a long time.

I just shrugged, "just about how happy I am to be here with you," I told her.

Instantly that blush I loved formed across her face and she ducked her head slightly, "it's the same for me," she murmured, "I'm not sure why, but I just feel so comfortable with you… and so happy."

I smiled and picked up her hand which was resting on the table in mine. I kissed the back of it and smiled crookedly at her, hoping she would be able to see the emotion I was putting into my expression.

I wanted her to know how much I adored her… how much I loved her.

She smiled back, her brown eyes shining, giving me hope that she was beginning to understand.

"Are you enjoying your birthday present?" I asked her softly, deciding to make conversation.

"Yeah, I am," she smiled, "I love the songs you put on there, thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied softly, "you know if you ever decide you want more songs on there, I could always put them on there for you. And perhaps show you how to do it."

"That would be really great, thanks," She replied before sighing and smiling at me again, "It seems like I'm always saying thank you to you… but I really do mean it. You and Alice and everyone… you all mean so much to me, more then you realise."

"Really?" I asked.

"You've changed my life for the better so much already," she nodded, "especially you… just by being there for me."

I was truly stunned at her words – this was one of the first times she was being so open with me, and it was incredible to find out just how much she cared. "Oh believe me, it's the other way around. You're the one who's changed me… and all my family." I told her softly.

"Really, how?" she asked.

I shrugged, bringing her hand to my lips again, "You've just bought so much light into our lives… into my life. In my past I've had some pretty bad things happen-"

"Like your parents dying?" she interrupted softly.

I swallowed heavily, "yes," I replied, hating that I was lying to her again. "My parents' dying was hard, and having to adapt to a new family who constantly move about was tough too. But it's all worked out now."

"Why?" she asked.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions," I laughed quietly, leaning forward to brush my lips against her temple. "It's worked out, because if none of those things had happened, then I wouldn't have met you."

I pulled away to look at her face which was stunned at my admission.

"Wow…" she breathed, clearly speechless, "Edward, I…"

However she was interrupted from what she was about to say by the waitress asking us what we wanted. I frowned at the girls awful timing, but was surprised – I hadn't even realised that she was there.

Bella recovered from her surprised well though and ordered a mushroom ravioli and a diet coke. I asked for some water and for a small salad knowing it would be the easiest thing to pretend to eat. However, when I looked back at Bella she was laughing quietly to herself.

I smiled at her, "what's so funny?" I asked.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? You know me ordering the salad?" she replied, still amused.

I laughed along with her, "I guess I was just feeling fat today, got a problem with that?"

She smiled at my attempt at a joke and I smiled back at her.

"What were you going to say before the waitress came over?" I asked her, unable to help myself.

She looked surprised at me for bringing it back up, "oh, I erm… I was just going to say that I'm so glad I met you."

"Oh…" I replied, expecting it to be more then that, but still not disappointed at her sweet comment.

I lifted her hand once again and gently brushed my lips against her wrist, letting my mouth linger as I whispered - "it's the same for me, love."

EBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEBEB

The car ride back was filled with a comfortable silence, apart from the odd occasional comment that was made between us. What I had realised was that with Bella, we didn't need to make conversation all the time… just being near her was enough for me.

Besides… we'd done a lot of talking tonight. Following on from our intense moments, our time at the restaurant had been full of laughter and fun, and now that we were quickly approaching Bella's house, I knew just how much I didn't want tonight to end.

I never wanted to leave her side.

In that moment she reached over to hold my hand and I gratefully grasped onto hers, noticing how I'd pretty much held it all night now. We smiled at each other through the darkness of the car as the song on the radio shifted to something that matched the romantic atmosphere perfectly.

Suddenly, I knew what I wanted to do… I just hoped she'd be okay with it and that I was strong enough.

I pulled up outside her house, and she turned to thank me, telling me she'd had a wonderful evening. She was just about to open the door when I reached out and grasped her arm gently, halting her movements.

She turned to look at me with a curious look, and with a deep breath, I finally mustered up the courage to ask -

"Can I try something?"

"Sure, what is it?" she asked softly, smiling at me.

I didn't say anything, but leant forward instead, cupping her face between my hands. I looked into her wide, beautiful eyes for one long moment before closing my eyes and leaning forward to brush my lips against hers.

I let my lips linger on hers for several moments, surprised to see how easy this was… and how right it felt. I never wanted to move away from her, but couldn't help but notice how she'd stiffened in surprise.

I quickly pulled away, "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have done that," I apologized to her, secretly praying that I hadn't scared her off.

Her expression which was full of shock slowly turned into something else… something that resembled happiness and contentment. "No, its okay," she whispered, "it was really nice."

For some reason I found myself laughing in relief and happiness, and leant in towards her again. She did the same and we met halfway, our lips pressing against each other gently, before we increased pressure.

Soon our mouths were moving together perfectly… like we'd always been doing this. It didn't surprise me though – it was like we'd been made for each other. I always knew this would feel right though, ever since I first met her.

She pulled away to catch her breath, and I pretended I was doing the same.

She then moved to lean her forehead against mine, "This is so crazy huh?" she grinned, breathless.

"No, it's not crazy," I murmured, leaning in to gently kiss her again, before moving to kiss her jaw and then her cheek. "You don't know how long I've waited for you," I whispered, breathing against her skin.

She sighed, "When you say things like that to me… I just…" she paused as our lips connected yet again. We kissed for a long moment before pulling away slightly to lean our foreheads against each others again.

"What are we… what is this?" - She asked me softly - "… because I don't know about you, but things like this just don't happen to me."

"No, it doesn't to me either. And to me… this… us is everything," I told her softly, before pulling away to cup her face in my hands. I wanted to see her expression as I asked her this next question - "Bella… will you be my girlfriend?"

Her eyes widened in surprise to match her expression, but that only lasted a moment before she calmed again and happiness overtook her features. I knew it was an expression which was only mirrored on my own face.

She leant forward again, so we were so close that there was barely any space between us. I wrapped my arms more securely around her as she leant into me to whisper –

"Yes, I would love too."

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(Bella)

I could barely even look at him – the expression his face was just too heartbreaking. It was full of so much shock and hurt, that just looking at him could send me to the floor in agony.

Agony because I knew that this was my fault… his pain was all my doing, no one else.

"I thought that this meant something to you," he murmured, gesturing between us.

"It does!" I insisted.

He was already shaking his head though, and to my horror, stepping away from me like he couldn't bare to be near me, "Then why did you say those things? Why did you say I meant nothing to you?"

Things sure are advancing now huh? Come back for the next chapter, where the truth about Bella's illness begins to unravel as she begins to feel sicker, and Edward finally begins to suspect something's wrong… will he find out the truth though?

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