Edward
"Katherine?" I asked as I searched in the dark for the hand that I knew would be there; not too close but not too far away.
"Yes?" Her response found me as her hand did. The word was as soft as her skin.
"Will you stay with me tonight?" I didn't want her to leave me. Whenever we slept together, we did it at a time that wasn't too late. So she inevitably would get up and go home to her own bed. I didn't understand it and it broke my heart a little each time.
There was silence from her side of the bed. However, the blankets rustled and the hand in mine slowly slipped away. I couldn't see her get dressed in my dark room, but I knew she was. I could hear the tell tale sound of clothing being put on. I prepared myself for her soft kiss goodbye when suddenly she was back in bed.
"You're not leaving?" I asked as her arm draped over my chest and her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.
"No, Anthony," she whispered. I could feel her smile against my neck and it brought a smile to my own mouth.
"So those weren't your clothes you were putting on?"
"They were my pajamas, stupid." She had brought her pajamas? She knew I would want her to stay?
"I almost always bring my pajamas with me," she said quieter this time.
"Then why don't you stay?" Women had always confused me, but never so much as Katherine.
"You've never asked."
Bella
I opened the door to the kitchen in Forks and breathed in the smell of freshly baked bread. Coming to the restaurant right before it opened, was my favorite thing to do. All the chefs were preparing their stations for the lunch rush and the waitresses were straightening their aprons.
"Is my dad around?" I asked Seth as he passed me with a stack of freshly cleaned trays.
"In his office," he replied. I thanked him and made my way to my dad's office in the back of the restaurant. Before entering the room I looked at the name on the door. Charles "Charlie" Swan
My dad's nickname was on the door to his office, sandwiched in between his first and last name. I wouldn't have been surprised if none of the customers knew that his name was Charles and not simply Charlie. Whenever I saw his name on the door, however, I thought of another Charlie that I knew. One whom I had known for only a few months, but had captured my heart.
The funny thing about this other Charlie was that she was a five year old little girl whom I had only ever spent time with for less than one week. She then moved back to New York City with her father; fifteen hours away from me. However, I talked to her on the phone regularly and she often mailed me pictures of the princesses she colored. The bottom line was that I loved Charlie and I missed her terribly.
"You wanted to see me Dad?" I said, as I opened the door and decided that for the moment I needed to get Charlie out of my mind; as well as her wonderful father.
"Bella!" My dad stood up and grinned at me as soon as I walked into his office. He circled around his desk and gave me a giant hug. He was such a teddy bear.
"Hi, Dad." I hugged him back and then sat in one of the chairs across from his desk. I wondered if he'd ask me to waitress today. If he did, I would pretend that I didn't want to and hesitate before agreeing to. I wondered if he knew that I was currently unemployed.
The job at Disney World was great and I loved it. However, about a month ago I started to feel like I just didn't want to do it anymore. I was tired of acting and just wanted to be myself. I turned in my letter of resignation and left without looking back. Alice was upset that I quit, but I still saw her nearly every day so she eventually got over it.
"Bella, I want you to move to New York City," my dad said to me shortly after he sat back down in his own chair. I gaped at him, unsure whether or not I'd heard him correctly. He laughed at my expression and began to explain.
"I recently received a phone call from a very successful business man who resides in NYC. He had dined here recently and thought that if we opened a branch in the city it would be a very successful opportunity for us."
"So you want me to move there because?"
"I want you to head the new restaurant. You will work with people designing it and setting everything up. Then you will be the manager!"
"But Dad, I thought you would pass down this place to me and I was going to manage this place here in Florida. How can I manage a place in Florida and New York at the same time? They're fifteen hours apart! And I've barely even had a lot of experience here!"
My thoughts tumbled out of my mouth, many of them incoherent as I simply babbled on and on. I watched amusement flicker in my father's eyes. What was this nonsense that he was spewing!? I couldn't believe it. I took a deep breath and let the idea that he was presenting to me sink in.
In my mind New York City meant two things.
One: Seeing Charlie again
And Two: Seeing Edward
Edward
"So what did you think?" I asked Rose. Late last night I had sent her a piece from the next book that I had been working on. I felt like it was raw and emotional, something that revealed a lot about Anthony and Katherine's relationship.
"It was wonderful, Edward, everything you've been sending me has been."
I smiled and reached in my cabinets to retrieve a cutting board. If Rose liked it then I was definitely going in a good direction with things. I peeled a banana while I listened to Rose chatter about the book release coming in the next week. Finally, she said goodbye and I hung up the phone. Now I could concentrate on chopping the banana and strawberries. My mother always said not to cut anything while talking on the phone or I would chop a finger off. She was probably right.
"Daddy, I'm hungry." A small hand pulled on my pants and I looked down at my daughter. She was still in her Pocahontas night gown and rubbing sleep from her eyes.
"I know Charlie, I'm almost done." I plopped the bananas and strawberries in the bowl and poured milk over her Cheerios. "Viola! A gourmet breakfast for Princess Charlotte."
I held the bowl in front of her and she started to laugh at me. Her laugh was my favorite thing in the world. If it could be bottled and given to sick, it would probably cure all illnesses. Charlie skipped to the table and sat down in her spot. I placed the bowl in front of her and she simply stared at me.
"Right! I almost forgot!" I ran back to the drawers and grabbed a fork and a spoon. Hiding the spoon behind my back, I presented the fork to my daughter.
"Daddy, I can't use a fork!" she exclaimed, sounding absolutely astounded that she would have a father daft enough to think that forks were for eating cereal with.
"Oh silly me!" I swapped out her fork for the spoon and she smiled and dug in.
While Charlie ate her breakfast, I opened my laptop. My mother had sent me an email, telling me that she expected Charlie and me for dinner tomorrow night. I didn't understand why she always had to send me a reminder email. Whenever I was in the city we went to Sunday night dinner at my parents'.
Also in my inbox was a message from Bella. I sucked in my breath and wondered what it said. The last time I had emailed her I had asked her if she would want to come to the city next week to attend my book release party. I had been nervous asking her this. Although I knew she wouldn't think it meant anything. We were friends. That was all. Nothing had happened, nothing was happening and nothing was going to happen. With that thought, I opened her email.
Thanks for the invite Edward! I'll have to see if I can move some stuff around and then check if I'm able to get a flight in. I'll get back to you on it asap.
That was it. Three sentences. Part of me felt disappointed about such a short response. She hadn't even asked me how Charlie was, and she always did that.
"Daddy, can you play me something on the piano?" I looked at Charlie. She had put her bowl in the kitchen sink and was smiling up at me.
I nodded at her and gently led her to the piano. "Okay, one song and then you have to get dressed."
Bella
"So you finally told him you quit working at the park?" Alice asked instead of saying hello when I called her that afternoon. Sometimes I wondered how she knew these things.
"Your dad texted me about it, just so you know," she said, answering my silent questions.
"You and my dad text each other? I didn't even know you had his number."
Alice mumbled something that sounded like "He's been giving me cooking lessons."
I squealed and she told me to shut up. I was happy for her though. Alice couldn't cook to save her life. Mostly though I was happy for Jasper; the poor guy was surviving just on take out, pasta and chicken.
I continued to tell Alice about my dad's idea for me to move to New York. She, of course, thought that I was a great opportunity for me but was upset that she wouldn't get to see me so often if I took the job. We chatted about the pros and cons of me trying to start a new branch of the restaurant in the big city when she voiced something that I had been trying to avoid.
"You know you'll get to see Edward and Charlie, right?" I glanced at my laptop as she said that. I wondered if Edward had gotten my email and what he thought of it. I wondered if my vague response would be enough for him to beg and insist that I had to come. I hoped it would be.
Stop thinking those things about your FRIEND, I scolded myself.
"Well, I might already be seeing them next week," I said. Alice screamed with delight and in the background I heard a very concerned Jasper asking if everything was alright.
I told my friend about the book party invitation and she told me that I could use her frequent flyer miles to get a cheap flight. I considered the offer for a moment and agreed upon the condition that she let me teach her how to bake crème puffs. It was a strange condition, I know, but it had been difficult for me to master crème puffs so I assumed it would be fun to watch Alice try it.
When I hung up with Alice I called my dad and told him that I was going to New York in a few days for a book release. While I was there I would check out the restaurant location and look at a few apartments.
"If the place looks promising and I can find a good apartment that allows cats, then I'll do it," I told him as I scratched behind Berlioz's ears. He was thrilled and soon after I hung up with him I received an email from Alice saying that she had already taken care of my plane tickets.
I would be flying into the city on Wednesday and staying until the following Wednesday, according the Alice's email. I wasn't sure what made her choose those days; perhaps they were the only available ones. However, I was glad that I would get to stay for a week. It would give me more time to check out the restaurant and apartments, as well as see Edward and Charlie.
Part of me wanted to email Edward right away and tell him the news, but another part of me wanted to wait until later tonight when Charlie would be asleep and I could call him. I loved talking on the phone with Charlie, but it was when she was sleeping that Edward and I could have long, carefree conversations. So instead, I searched online for realtors in New York and emailed one, telling her about my situation and when I'd be in town. She returned my email almost immediately.
The rest of my afternoon was spent emailing the realtor, Angela Cheney and cooking dinner. Alice and Jasper were coming over that night to eat with me and I was making Jasper's favorite: chili.
As soon as my friends arrived I felt like something was different between them. It was almost like they knew something that I didn't and were trying their hardest to act like it wasn't there. However, Alice seemed her perfectly normal self and Jasper drooled at the smell of chili as soon as he walked in. So I put the idea out of my mind and continued cooking the corn bread, occasionally tossing tips to Alice and laughing at stories from Jasper's childhood.
Edward
As soon as I put Charlie to bed I decided to call Emmett. I had been calling and texting Rosalie somewhere between three and five times everyday for the past week or two. It was always this way before a book release. Rose wanted everything to be perfect. I did too, of course but I left most of the work to her.
In all the commotion, however, I hadn't talked to my brother in almost a week. Actually, it was probably last Sunday night when I was leaving Mom and Dad's house after dinner that we had talked. So we were overdue for a chat.
I poured myself a beer and sat down in the living room. My chair looked out the large window in our apartment and I had a wonderful view of the city. Emmett answered the phone on the third ring.
"Rose is trying to get Zach to sleep right now, she'll have to call you back," he said before I could even greet him. It had only been a week since we last talked and yet he sounded different.
"I was actually calling to talk to you, man," I said.
"Oh." Emmett sounded surprised, but happy at that so I was glad that I had given my little brother a call. Despite the fact that we'd see each other at dinner tomorrow, I wanted to talk to him at that moment.
After an hour of casual talk I looked at the clock and noticed that it was nine thirty. Sometimes Bella called on Saturday nights. She called at least once a week, usually to talk to Charlie. However, on Saturday nights she would call after Charlie was in bed, just to talk to me. I figured she wasn't going to call tonight and returned my attention to my brother, who had just asked me something I hadn't heard.
"Sorry, Em, what was that?" I asked, making obvious the fact that I was distracted.
"Rose told me tonight that she wants to have another baby," he said quietly. I wondered if that was why he sounded so strange when he first answered the phone. I thought about my nephew Zach. He was an amazing nephew; I loved him and so did Charlie.
"I think Zach would love having a younger sibling," I said, trying to choose my words carefully. I knew why Emmett would be worried about this but I wanted him to open up and tell me about it instead of me doing all the talking.
"I know he would. It's just… it was so hard the first time. We were trying to have him for ages and it nearly tore Rose apart. She wanted to have a baby so badly and the fact that we just weren't conceiving was so hard for her. I don't know if I can go through it again! If it's the same as last time… I just can't stand to see her so upset and disappointed."
"I guess," I said slowly, choosing my words as carefully as I choose them while writing a novel, "You have to think about how upset she'll be if you refuse to even try to have another baby. Zach was healthy; there wasn't anything wrong with the pregnancy or his birth. You guys just had trouble conceiving. I know it started to upset her but do you remember how happy she finally was once you found out about Zach?"
"Yeah."
"You should also ask yourself, do you want another baby too?"
"I do."
"Then I think you should go talk to Rose. Tell her that you want to try for another, but also discuss with her why you're hesitating. Personally, I think it's really ridiculous for you to not even try. You guys may conceive on your very first try this time! You never really know."
"I guess you're right. I'll go talk to her."
"Okay, man, let me know how it goes tomorrow."
"I will. Thanks, Edward."
"No problem."
Emmett hung up the phone and I sat back in my chair and simply gazed at the city lights. I had to admit that I, too, wanted another baby. It was something that I'd wanted for a couple years. I loved children and I always felt like Charlie longed for a sibling. However, I still felt like no woman was as important as Charlie was. If I ever had another child it would be with a woman that I definitely loved, not a woman like Jane.
Suddenly my cell phone beeped and I wondered who it could be. Maybe it was Emmett telling me he was too much of a baby to talk to Rose about well… babies. When I looked at the phone, though, my heart skipped a beat; it was Bella.
You up?
I wondered if I should give it a minute before responding to her text. I didn't want to seem too eager, and yet I didn't want her to take it as me not being awake. So I sent a "yeah" back to her and got up to get another beer.
As I was pouring it my phone rang. I was glad it was silenced; I didn't want Charlie to wake up and then be grouchy tomorrow.
"Hey," I said, answering the phone and tucking it between my ear and shoulder. I began browsing through my cabinets for a snack. Mom always said late night snacking was bad for you, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
"Hey," Bella said. It had been a few days since we had actually talked. She had called on Tuesday and we exchanged a few words before Charlie quickly confiscated the phone from me. Even though we talked fairly often, I was always swept away by the sound of her voice.
"How are things?" I triumphantly pulled a bag of tortilla chips from the cabinet. I had known there was salsa in the fridge but wasn't sure of we had the chips. I sat at the counter with my chips, salsa and beer and waited for Bella to respond.
"Things are good. I'm trying to dry dishes and eat chocolate cake at the same time so sorry if I get distracted at all," she said with a laugh.
"I'm having chips and salsa."
"I had chili for dinner with Alice and Jasper so I kind of needed something chocolaty, ya know?"
"How are they doing by the way?" I hadn't talked to Alice or Jasper in two or three months. Emmett mentioned them from time to time, but I didn't know them very well so I didn't really keep in touch.
"Well, Alice is pregnant." I also did a spit take of my beer. How much would I have to talk about babies tonight?
"That's great," I said. I hoped it didn't sound sarcastic because I was extremely happy for them. I knew however, that Rosalie didn't really like Alice and wondered how she would react to the news. Would she be happy for her? Or jealous?
There was silence on Bella's end for a few minutes. I heard some dishes clattering and a few meows from her cat. She sent me pictures of him a sometimes, but I hadn't gotten to meet him during our trip to Florida. Of course, it would've been strange if I had since we had only known each other for a few days.
"So, um, Edward… I've been keeping something from you." My chip pauses on its way to my mouth and I wonder what she might say. We both acknowledged our feelings for one another four months ago. We also acknowledged that dating would be too weird and we were better off friends. Could she be having second thoughts?
"Yes?" I croaked out, my throat was suddenly dry and I needed to take a few gulps of my beer.
"I don't work at Disney World anymore." For the second time that night I almost spat my beer all over my kitchen counter.
"Since when!?" I exclaimed. I tried to do the math in my head. She had been there four months ago when Charlie and I had gone on our trip. That was where I met her. She was the best Belle cosplayer that I had seen during our entire trip. In the past four months of our friendship she always seemed to have a story about something that happened at work. Although, now that she brought it up I realized that I had not heard about Disney World in a couple weeks.
"A month ago." Part of me was a little hurt that she had kept it from me for so long. However, a month was only one fourth of how long we had known each other for. I couldn't expect too much from her yet.
"Edward?" Bella said. I realized that I had not spoken for a few minutes and she was probably waiting for my reaction.
"Sorry, I'm just surprised. I mean, I thought that you loved it there!"
"Well I did. It just hadn't been feeling right for the last few weeks I was there. I guess I just felt tired of acting like someone I'm not. Whenever I waitress I can be myself and people know me by name and they know the things that I like and dislike. I can just be me."
"Excuse me for saying this but when I saw you at the park you looked extremely happy and seemed a lot like yourself. Hell, you were Belle! If that's not practically your own name, I don't know what is."
"My dad said pretty much the same thing."
"Well if you're happy now that's really all that matters in the end."
"I love Disney, but the job was always just going to be temporary until I was ready to join the restaurant business with my dad. Although I did quit working there before I was ready to join the family business, I think I'm ready now. Plus there's an opportunity for the restaurant and my dad really wants me to take charge of it."
Bella continued to tell me about the second restaurant opening up here in New York. She was coming on Wednesday to look at the new location and try to figure out if it was a good place. Also on her list of things to do on her visit: find an apartment that allows cats and attend my book release party. I was ecstatic. Something in the pit of my stomach began to heat up and ache; it was longing, I realized as it spread throughout my entire body.
It wasn't even sexual longing (although I was trying really hard to push down the tent being pitched in my sweatpants). The longing I felt in my stomach was the kind that you felt when you knew that you needed to be with someone so badly that it hurt to be away from them. I yearned to see this girl who had become such a close friend. I wanted to hug her and tell her how amazing she was for interacting with Charlie the way she did. I wanted to sit with her at the counter and watch her while we talked; see her eyes flash, nose wrinkle and smile widen as we spoke instead of imagining how her expressions looked, one thousand miles away.
"You still there, Edward?" Bella asked. Her voice was quiet and sweet.
"Yes, Bella."
"I'm really excited to see Charlie," she said and after a long pause added, "and you."
"I'm excited to see you too, Bella. I'll tell Charlie tomorrow that you're coming. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to spend some time with you."
"I was wondering if the three of us could do something one day. Maybe you guys could show me the city."
"How about the Sunday after the party?"
"That sounds perfect, I'm looking forward to it."
Bella
The next couple of days were filled with many emails from my realtor and plenty of shopping trips with Alice. She wanted to take me to some of her favorite stores so I could find an appropriate outfit for the party on Saturday. On Monday night I got a surprise call from Charlie, telling me how excited she was to see me and begging me to visit them right away when I arrived on Wednesday.
I told her that I would try my best, but I might not make it until dinner time. There was a meeting with the realtor to go to and I also had to get settled in at my hotel. However, she seemed perfectly fine with that and told me that she and Edward would cook me a fabulous meal. I heard Edward chuckling in the background and I had to smile at how adorable the two of them were.
Wednesday was nerve racking for me. The last time I had been on a plane was when I was in fifth grade and took a trip with my dad to visit his parents in Washington. Nothing special happened during the trip and the flights were easy because I had my dad with me. Now I was facing this by myself. However, Alice and my dad both gave me plenty of tips while they drove me to the airport that morning.
During my flight I sat between an older man and his wife. I offered to switch places with one of them so that they could sit next to each other. The woman smiled at me, the corners of her eyes crinkling.
"Sweetie, when you've been married for fifty years, a little time apart doesn't hurt." Her husband harrumphed in agreement and opened up a fishing magazine.
"Fifty years?" I said. I don't think I had ever met someone who had been married for so long. My own parents were married for six years before my mother ran off with another man and left me with my dad. Not that I minded; my dad was much more pleasant than her and did a fantastic job raising a daughter on his own.
"Yes, dear. We're actually on our way to The Big Apple to celebrate. We have a daughter who lives there so we're visiting her, but we also want to see the city again. It's where we met."
For the rest of the flight Margo told me about the past fifty years of her life. How she and Donald met in a café when she was eighteen and they got married when she was twenty. She told me funny stories about raising their five children and showed me pictures of there grandkids. Occasionally Donald chimed in and told me not to listen to her; he hadn't knocked the Christmas tree over, it was the cat.
When it was time to get off the plane, I was a bit sad that I would be leaving this lovely couple. Margo gave me a hug and wished me all the best. Donald told me about a couple restaurants I should visit before returning to Florida. I promised him I would and then we went our separate ways. All I wanted to do was check in at my hotel and relax. However, right after I deposited my things in my room I had to leave and meet my realtor.
New York City swept me away the moment I got there. I could definitely see myself staying there. I guess you could say it was like Disney World for adults; it was magical. When Angela and I had emailed she told me about the city's beauty and the breathtaking effect it had on you when you first arrived. She assured me, however, that I would quickly get used to it.
I met her in a Starbucks down the street from my hotel. She was petite, like Alice. I was instantly jealous of her perfectly curled, shoulder length hair and became very conscious of my messy pony tail that was still showing the after math of being pressed again a plane head rest for the past few hours. My first impression of her was that she and Alice would probably bond over clothes, because what she was wearing was fabulous.
"You must be Bella," she said as I approached her. She extended a hand for me to shake and I wondered if she was more like me than Alice. Her quiet, soothing voice certainly wasn't like my friend's.
For the next three hours Angela and I sat in the coffee shop. We discussed the things I was looking for in my new apartment. Price range, pets or no pets, scenic view, distance from new restaurant and more were all on her list. I liked Angela, though, because she didn't just talk about business. We spent a good half hour talking about our cats.
"Well I think I know some listings that I can bring you to look at. Does tomorrow work for you?" I tried to think. Tomorrow was Thursday right? I hadn't changed time zones but that plane ride had made me a little confused about the date.
"It'll have to be after two, I'm going to look at the new restaurant," I said. She smiled and wrote something down on the pad of paper she had with her.
"That's perfect actually; my mom can't watch my son until one tomorrow so it'll work out well." I stared at her, surprised that she had a son because she hadn't mentioned him at all.
"How old is he?"
"He's nine months old." Angela whipped out her phone to show me a picture of her adorable dark haired little boy. He didn't have her hazel eyes but other than that he looked just like her.
"What's his name?"
"Harry," she smiled and put her phone away, "My husband and I are both big Harry Potter fans so that's how we chose it. I didn't want to at first, but couldn't help it. I love the name so much, anyways."
"It's a great name." I was the type of person who would name my child after a fictional character that I loved as well so I could understand where they were coming from.
We ended our meeting at four and Angela walked me back to my hotel. She said that I'd know my way around in no time, if I decided to stay that is. Once back in my hotel room I decided to lie day for a little bit. The bed was like a cloud and I wanted to sink into it and stay there for next three days.
I rolled over in my bed and saw on the clock that it was five thirty already. I was supposed to be at Edward's at six thirty. Muttering a few choice swear words I leapt out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I still smelled like plane, so I desperately needed a shower. However, I couldn't give myself time to unwind under the hot stream of water. I had a dinner to get ready for!
Alice had helped me piece together a few outfits for the week. She was so much better at it than me. However, when I showed her what I wanted to wear for dinner she simply nodded her head in approval. I wanted to wear leggings so that I could play with Charlie. If she wanted to run around the house or play on the floor, I could do so without worrying about keeping down my skirt or how tight my jeans were. I paired a flowy purple and blue top and cute black ankle boots with the leggings.
It was a nice and casual outfit. I had worried that Alice would try to dress me up, but I think she understood that I wanted it to be this way. I was going to wear something that I'd wear to dinner at Alice and Jasper's not to dinner at a five star restaurant. After staring for a long time at my makeup I decided not to use any. This was just Edward and Charlie; I didn't need to wear makeup for them. They were my friends and probably didn't give two shits.
I grabbed my purse, caught a cab and headed to their apartment. I wondered what it would be like. Edward had mentioned that his mother was an interior designer. Would she have made all the choices for the décor or had Edward had the say? The taxi driver pulled up in front of another sky scraper. This one, however, was different. It wasn't as tall as some of its neighbors and seemed, well, homier. I saw couples strolling in and out with baby strollers. I saw older men in suits with briefcases, arriving home from a hard day at work. Most importantly, I saw Edward standing on the sidewalk. His arms were crossed and he was shifting from one foot to another.
My heart skipped a beat when I realized that he had come down to greet me. He wasn't going to just leave me to wander in and find his apartment on my own. I paid the driver and stepped out onto the side walk. The cab sped back into traffic and I was left alone. Not for long though because Edward spotted me a few seconds later. I could have sworn that his smile lit up the entire street when he saw me.
It's not you, he smiles like that all the time, I told myself. However, the fact of the matter was that I had only seen him smile in person a few times. Other than that I only had photos. I think a part of me had forgotten that Edward Cullen was fucking beautiful.
He was not handsome. He was not striking. He was not attractive. He was not gorgeous. He was not hot. He was not hunky. He was not sexy.
Well ok he was sexy.
However, Edward Cullen was beautiful and that was the only word that could be used to describe him. People often used beautiful for women over men. Yet it had to be used for this man because he exuded beauty. His beauty was not the delicate kind that was found in women.
His beauty was the mouth watering smell of fresh baked apple pie. His beauty was the familiar sound of your favorite song. His beauty was the first night sleeping in freshly washed sheets. His beauty was freshly cut grass and the early morning cooing of birds. His beauty was the sound of an old, ticking clock in your childhood home.
Combined, it was everything that you hoped for when you were growing up and imagining the beautiful man that you were going to be with one day. It wasn't just his good looks that made him beautiful, it was the way he walked, talked, laughed and lived. Yes, Edward Cullen was a perfect, beautiful man.
"Hi Bella." When I heard his voice I realized that he was standing directly in front of me and that it was getting harder and harder to breathe.
"Hi Edward." Did my voice sound normal? Did it crack from nervousness?
No, no, no, NO! Snap out of this right now! I scolded myself in my head. Perhaps this sudden dizziness was simply a side effect of not having seen Edward for so long. It had to be. Once we were upstairs with Charlie and eating the dinner they had made, everything would be normal. It would all be fine.
It had to be.
Edward
The moment my eyes fell upon Bella outside of my apartment all I wanted to do was run up to her and fold her into my arms. I hadn't seen her in so long and I realized then how terribly I had missed her. As I walked towards her though I recognized the same tingling feeling spreading throughout my body that had been there whenever I was with her in Florida and all I could think was, I'm screwed.
A/N
Wow guys, long time no write, huh? Tell me how you liked it! I've been thinking about the story for awhile now and decided that I needed to get back into it (Right before I go back to school! Wasn't that a good decision?)
Also, any comments about NYC would be good too because I've never been there. Notice how I didn't really describe the city in detail yet? So comments about cool touristy places and nice restaurants would be super appreciated.