I DON"T OWN TWILIGHT. UNFORTUNATELY STEPHANIE MEYER DOES.
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Edward Cullen. Just thinking that name sends shudders down my spine, remembering I had actually fallen for his charm. Everyone, including his own sister, warned me about his history. But I was naïve and a freshman, desperately looking to be popular. Of all the boys paying attention to me, he was the one who was persistent and oh so charming, sweeping me off my feet every time he spoke to me. Clearly an act, but at the time I felt like the most important thing to him and others began to look to us as the perfect couple, molding themselves to be like us.
As the seatbelt sign flashed on and the wheels of the plane descended, I contemplated making a run for it, I would call Charlie when I reached Seattle. But lady luck wasn't on my side! Charlie, in anticipation of me running, was waiting at the terminal; there was no chance I could not be seen.
The drive back was peaceful, both Charlie and I comfortable with the silence. Charlie was like that, never needing to break silences with words preferring to revel in the quiet. In some ways I am like this too. "Bells, don't be mad, but I got you a new car. Correct me if I'm wrong but I do believe it is 'un-cool' to be driven to school by your father every morning. Oh I hope you like it, the salesmen assured me it was very popular." I almost couldn't believe my ears. Charlie had come into money in the three years I was away, but I would never have guessed that he would buy me a new car. When we pulled up at Charlie's newly acquired three-storey house, nerves kept me firmly planted in the upholstered seats of the cruiser. My eyes automatically surveyed the house, finally landing on a midnight black Ferrari F430. During my years in Phoenix I had turned into quite the car enthusiast, and I knew this car was more than just popular. "Dad is that for me?" I could barely contain my excitement, dread creeping in with every minute he was silent. "Of course, baby, it's all for you. I wasn't sure if you would like it, but going by the drool practically coming out of your mouth it must be okay."
"Dad, this car is more than just okay. Thankyou, thankyou,thankyou!" I was practically jumping up and down on the spot, and the dubious task of high school didn't seem as hard to face anymore.
Charlie, or dad, left me to unpack, not one to hang around and intrude, and for this I was glad. I needed to express my feelings before unleashing them on HIM tomorrow. I cried myself to sleep that night. I cried for my heartache, I cried for leaving Phoenix and I cried because somewhere deep inside me, I still loved Edward more than I should. When I'd first moved to phoenix, I had reconnected with the very same person who had broken my heart the first time, Luke Matthews, back in 4th year. We became very close and began to date , and there were many after him but somehow none worked longer than 6 months, Edward Fricken Cullen was my first serious thing, and it might be stupid but it meant something to me. Obviously it was nothing to him! I finally fell asleep to the methodical dripping of the rain, anxious for the next day to come.