Hey guys, it's AliceSwift with an update of Consider Me Drafted.

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~AliceSwift

"I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't, let go of what's in front of me here."

~Paramore.

~The Only Exception.

"So, -school-for-no-good-reason-"I strarted, my tone teasing.

"Hey, I have a good reason. The perfect explanation for my sudden attempt at being bad." he smiled at me crookedly from his seat and I bit my lip, resisting the urge to scream with joy then lean over and kiss him.

"Okay then if it's so good then why don't you tell me what it is." I said, crossing my arms.

"You should know." he said. The expression on my face felt like it looked cofused, and it must have been because he then scanned me up and down with his eyes. I got what he was hinting at.

"I'm the reason that you're missing school! Edward, tell me this isn't all for me, please. I would feel terrible knowing that I was the reason for you missing one of your last days was me."

"Okay," he paused, looking out the windsheild. "The weather is great, it's a perfect day to spend outside. Why waste it inside crowded hallways and boring classrooms?" he said and laughed. I smiled too, despite how bad I felt. I think I already knew, before he told me, that I was the reason-but it would've been nice to keep telling myself that it wasn't me. Somwhere though, my subconcious told me that it felt good to know that he loved me that much.

"Sure, fine, now let's pretend that I believe that." he rolled his eyes. "What are we going to do today,when the weather is so great and all?"

"I don't know, what do you want to do?" he asked. This sort of surprised me. Of course, he always asked me what I wanted to do, but normally he would have somewhat of a plan-not leave all of the day in my hands.

"I'm not sure. What's there to do that hasn't already been done?" I asked, my head against the seat behind me.

"That's true, but there has to be something." he said with a smile, glancing over at me before moving his eyes quickly to the road, realizing that I was watching him too.

"Let's just drive then." I said and he smiled at me again.

And so we drove, first to my house so I could get a some things. I also left my dad a note saying that I was going out with Alice and Edward after school.

The amount of laughter that filled the car was remarkable. I had my fair share of amazing times with Edward, but hardly any of them lived up to the wonderful time we were having. I could only find the slightest trace of the terrible event that was to follow the next two weeks, and while it was there, it was too faint to worry over. Right now the only thing that was important to me was that Edward was here, in front of me. He was laughing, and smiling, and looking at me with eyes so beautiful it could make the most bitter person bite their lip. He was here, and so was I-so for now, that was the only important thing.

We had gone on like that for almost twenty minutes before I finally pointed to a small coffee shop and suggested breakfast, since, clearly, neither of us had bothered with it.

We went in and the place was nearly empty. There were only four employees that I could see, two waiting tables, one behind the counter, and then the one who was seating us. As for customers, there was only an elderly couple in the corner, and mother and her little girl who sat at a booth by the window, and a girl, not much older than me, by herself at the counter, seated closest to the window.

The waitress, who I now realized was quite pretty-blonde, tan despite the constant darkness of Forks, and had long legs that showed underneath her dangerously short skirts- seated us in one of the booths opposite the old couple, gave us our menus, then asked for our drink orders.

"Can I have a coffee please?" I asked.

"Sure, and for you?" she said turning to Edward.

"I'll have the same." he said.

"Okay, I'll be right back with those." she said and smiled at us before taking off to the kitchen.

"So what're you having?" I asked.

"I don't know." he said. "What're you having?"

"I don't know." I said with a pause. "What're you having?"

"Are we four-years-old again Bella?" he asked. He only meant it in the sense that the conversation that we were carrying could easily be that of children. But for me it had a double meaning, the other being that today would have no worries. Nothing to be bothered about and nothing to remind us of the bad things to follow today. Like when we were four, when we didn't know what was wrong, when our world was one block wide and when war was a card game. Not something that he was being pulled into, and something that was a thought I was avoiding. But today that would be the thought furthest from my mind. Today I would be a little four-year-old girl. Today I would pretend and wish away the bad, with Edward by my side that shouldn't be hard to do.

"It appears so." I said and I hoped that my voice sounded light hearted enough not to worry him. It must've been because he smiled and looked down at the menu.

"I think I'll get the pancakes." I said, only doing so because that was the first thing I saw on the menu and this wasn't what I wanted to be talking about.

"Me too." he said and put his menu to the side of the table.

"Here's your coffee." said the waitress, coming up to the table again. "Be careful, they're hot." she sat them down in front of us. "Are you ready to order?" she asked taking out her note pad. We told her what we had decided on, she wrote them down then walked away.

"I'm please to see that, for once, our waitress isn't interested in you." I said looking at Edward.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean that whenever we go out to eat the prettiest waitress always comes up to the table and flirts with you, and asks seductively what you want to eat and always comes back with two buttons undone on her dress."

"Really?" he asked, in a smug manner.

"Yes, Edward and don't pretend you haven't noticed." I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I have noticed, it's ovbious, they make it so it's like that. I've never, honestly, cared much though. It's not classy and I find it dreadfully distasteful. Besides, when you have something so much more beautiful in front of you, why bother paying attention." He smiled at me and I couldn't help but be charmed by the cheesy comment.

I looked for words to say in response, but what could I say. I always found myself at a loss for words when he complimented me. What could you say when the person you love called you gorgeous and beautiful. I mean, I certainly couldn't say 'right back at you' or 'ditto' and it would sound extremely lame of me to call him handsome or something similar to that. So my reply to him was always being flustered, blushing, rolling my eyes, then looking down only to be further distracted by his smile.

A few moments later our waitress came with the pancakes and sat them down in front of us, said a few words that I didn't entirely hear and then walked away.

"So, have you decided what you want to do yet?" he said, ripping the pankcakes apart with his fork.

"Not yet." I said, still flustered by the whole situation. The silence of words and the too loud sounds of forks against plates made me realize how crazy we were being. But in a way I was happy that we would have this experience together. He would go off and have tons of other crazy times without me, while I was here going through the motions with only a shadow in the place of where he should be. This very well could be the last time we would ever be crazy together, and if it was, then I knew that it had to be completely and entirely insane.

The rest of the breakfast was filled with normal conversation, and got my mind, somewhat, off of what terribleness was haunting us. We talked about our friends, school, and things that were happening at home. The most heartbreaking part of the entire meal, was then realzing afterwards that the very similar world that we had been discussing would soon be two worlds apart.

"Are you ready to go?" Edward asked me. We were holding hands from across the table, the plates had been cleared about ten minutes ago now. The conversation had slowed and I agreed that we should get moving.

"Sure." I responded.

We went up to the register to pay and as we did I noticed how all different times of life lived in this room. The elderly couple-who, from what I could tell, seemed very much still in love-was still seated in a booth in the corner. They were sitting on the same seat, holding hands and occasionally kissing each other. They would just look up and gaze at eachother's eyes. Their body language announced just how in love they were and if it was quiet enough I would think you could here their hearts beat in unison. That was how I wanted to be someday, still madly and devastatingly in love, even when I was old and gray. I never wanted the whirleys in my stomach to go away when I thought about the one I loved. I never wanted to look at him and think that it was just another passing glance. I wanted to see Edward's face every morning when I woke up and still hear my heart beat in my chest, threatening to bust out at any moment. I wanted to be with him forever and I wanted to be in love with him forever.

Of course when I pictured my future, Edward was the only one that I could ever imagine starting a family and growing old with. So when I did paint that mental picture he was the one next to me in everything that I did.

As we walked up to the register I saw the little girl with her mother again. I saw the joy in the child's eyes as she licked the ice cream cone her mother had ordered her. The little one seemed not much older than four and her mom seemed maybe twenty-five. The little girl was dressed in a small pink dress with polka-dots all over it, her golden blonde hair was half up and all curled. Her small shoes with gold buckles contained white socks that had lace around the cuff. Her mother was dressed in a brown pencil skirt with pin stripes, a lighter brown tweed blazer and had a hat on top of her head, enclosing her dark brown locks. They seemed like they were so happy and as the mother finished paying the little girl pulled on her skirt, tugging her out of the diner and onto the sidewalk. They looked at eachother and laughed, just a couple of girls on the town-or not so town. They held hands as they ran down the street, trying to stay close to the buildings to avoid the drizzle outside.

Edward paid, we had done the bill dance a few times. He would offer to pay, and I would refuse, and he would refuse my refusing and so on until it ended up in an arugument. Now I just let him pay, he seemed happy to and I didn't ever want to ruin a night out with him.

As we walked out I saw the girl, who, again, I noticed was not older than me. She was just staring into the rain, a cup of-now cold-coffee in front of her. Her hair was a mess, she was wearing a tattered leather jacket that hung off her right shoulder, only to reveal a thin blue shirt. She also was wearing what appeared to be men's trousers. We were out the door now, but I was too interested in her to look away. Her mascara was running, most likely stained now, and her face was pale. I saw a piece of paper in her hands, folded three times and looking official. A blue star was enough indication to know what had happened to her that day. She had recieved a letter from the Army. One loved lost, one loved missing, one loved gone enitrely. No matter what the letter said, it seemed to me that it was enough to cause her pain.

A letter and an apologetic smile from a postman would never suffice for the heartbreak and loss of a loved one.

I then realized that could be me very soon. Tragically soon.

So as I went off to spend one of my last days around Edward, she was remembering her last day with someone she loved just as much. I looked at Edward, holding hands, love flowing through the two of us like water flows easily through a stream. While she was remembering a time that she had that was like the time Edward and I were having.

So while I was here with him, and he was still with me, I would remember everything about him for the next two weeks. Every look, every expression, every tone of voice, and every twinge at the corners of his mouth, because it was now becoming even more evident to me that I may not get to see him again...ever.

And that horror was too much to think about, so I would remember, and I would never forget.

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~AliceSwift