Sorry for the long wait, it's kinda short but i'm almost done with the next chapter so i hope you enjoy and feel free to give me any ideas you think would make the story better. oh also i'm putting my snow heaven on hold until this one is done.

It was six o'clock and Edward and I were rushing through the airport so we wouldn't miss our flight. We were both running like crazy but Edward was a little behind, I had noticed he hadn't eaten today and he was looking really tired and a bit on the thin side. I hope he's okay, wait what am I talking about it's Edward he's a big boy he can take care of himself. But deep down I knew I really did care I just kept denying it because Edward Cullen is all wrong for me

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I was pulled abruptly out of my thoughts by the sound of the intercom speaking

"last call for passengers boarding flight 252 to Seattle Washington"

"crap" I mumbled under my breath. Edward was moving way to slow, we were never going to make it at this rate.

"come on Edward!" I yelled and grabbed his hand pulling him forward, noting the boniness of his hand but also shocked by the tingling sensation I felt by the mere contact. We made it just in time to hand over out boarding passes and enter the plane. We took out seats and awaited our take off, I sat in the window seat while Edward go the aisle. I guess with everything else plaguing my mind I totally forgot about my unreal fear of flying, I mean I know that the chances of this plane crashing is like one in a million but I couldn't help but be afraid. I snuck a glance a Edward only to find him with his head leaning against the head rest, eyes closed pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked frustrated but pensive at the same time. I took this time to openly stare at him with out the fear of being caught, he was a handsome man that I couldn't deny. He had high cheek bones and a strong bone structure, no wonder he was one of the most sought after male model in the industry. I also noticed the way his clothing hung loosely on him, he must be loosing weight. I knew how brutal the industry could get I've been there and the whole weight thing is why I got out of it in the first place. But why would they want Edward to lose weight he was fine the he was.

"thank you for your patience, we will now be taking off" Edward's eyes snapped open at the sound of the flight attendants voice, I barley had enough time to look away without being caught gawking. The plane began to take off down the runway, this is the part I hate most of all, the shaking freaked me out. I gripped the armrest in a vice grip and shut my eyes and began to count backwards from 20 I had read in a magazine that doing so would help I believe it was a piece on self help from my mothers magazine. 19...18...17...16...this is so not helping who ever wrote that piece was stupid and I was going to fire them first chance I got. My breathing began to pick up and I felt a panick attack coming on, oh this was so not cool having a panic attack on a plane in front of everybody no to mention Edward how mortifying. But before I could work myself into a tizzy I felt a cool hand slip over my own coaxing my hand from the arm rest. Edward. He was trying to calm me, he intertwined out fingers and began to draw circles on the back of my hand. I didn't want to open my eyes for fear my emotions would betray me, and I needed this, this distraction just for now.

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After the plane settled I opened my eyes and slipped my hand out of his.

"thank you" I mumbled embarrassed to have needed his help and not know what else to say.

"your welcome" he said, without another word the whole plane ride. When we arrived in Seattle we both stepped off the plane. I hailed a taxi while Edward gathered our luggage. When a taxi finally pulled over Edward was just coming out of the terminal carrying two small rolling suit cases. Edward placed out luggage in the trunk and climbed in next to me.

"where to miss" the taxi driver said in a gruff voice

"432 walkman Lane Forks, Washington" I replied back reading off the address my mother had given me.

"Alright, you know that's an hour drive from here, right?" the driver told me, but I wasn't in the mood to be patronized

"I'm well aware of that fact just drive!" I snapped back, I wasn't a little girl anymore, I didn't need to be told what to do. I leaned my head against the window feeling the coolness on the window as my eyes fluttered shut and sleep over took me.

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