Yea, sorry it took so long to update! I ran out of ideas... so if you want me to write about something... tell me.
Mike's POV
It was a cold and rainy day. Again. It was always a cold and rainy day without Bella. It also might have to do with the fact that I lived in Forks. Oh, well. Lauren had just left, and I was left alone, to dwell with my emo self. At college, I dyed my hair black and grew it out. My wardrobe mysteriously faded from colorful to colorless. My eyes seemed like they had permanantly darkend because of all the eyeliner I had been wearing recently. After I graduated, though, I stopped dressing so goth, because it just looked weird for a grown man to dress like the world had exploded and gone to hell with the devil, who was amazingly gorgeous with reddish-brownish hair and topaz eyes. This devil of whom I speak goes by the name of Edward Masen Cullen. I hated his guts.
I flopped down on my beat-up old mattress and reached underneath my pillow and found my senior yearbook. I opened it up and it went right to the much opened page. I looked down at her angel face, those big brown eyes, her glorious brown hair, that gorgeous smile. I sighed as I remembered her clumsyness, dancing on her wedding night. I had gotten Tyler to take a picture of us, and I put it right here, on this page. As I dreamed that it was our wedding day, instead of theirs.
With a sigh, I got up and put on some shoes, deciding to visit her dad's house, and then the Cullen's old place, as I used to after they went to some far off country. A shudder ripped down my spine as I unwillingly imagined what they did in I taly, or wherever they went.
My old Sudan started with a loud and startling roar. I slowly made my way down the old street, when a very new and expensive car zipped past my senior automobile. I knew by heart every car and their owner, and I didn't recognize this one, but I sure remembered the driver; Jacob Black. This suprised me a great deal, because he hadn't aged one bit sense the last time I saw him. Granted, he did look about 25 at the time, but as my eyes caught a look of who was in the passenger's seat, I almost had a heart attack. It was a perfect combonation of the angel and devil. Her curly locks bounced as she laughed to something Jake said. As soon as I saw her eyes, I had to pull over. Big, brown eyes, the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Instead of going to Charlie's house, as I planned, I went to the old Cullen house first.
I pulled in the long driveway, suprised to find it strangely cleared out. When I got to the big lawn, I took a deep, calming breath before I stepped out of the car. After I stumbled out of my seat, I looked up and saw the most glorious creature glide out of the bushes. Her long, brown hair flowed behind her like a burgandy water fall. All her features were perfect, angular, but in an attractive way. Her eye's weren't the chocolate I had expected, but rather a strange golden brown. As I looked into them, I heard her gasp, and breath one word in a perfect, bell voice.
"Mike!"