Author's Note: Hey there! This is not the same person who has written the rest of this story. My sister asked me to write this chapter. Something about not being able to write fluffy stuff or something like that. It's really hot in here. So, I'm going to write the next day I suppose. My computer keeps erasing everything I write! Fanfiction will be the death of me. I don't own Twilight or adventurous rollerskaters trying to maneuver fields of buffalo.

Chapter Eight: Kiss an Angel Good Morning

Bella's POV

I turned around and opened the door, all too aware of the blood and heat now residing in my cheek where he had kissed me. Charlie was in the front room watching basketball (or football or it could have been competitive crocheting for I knew.) He looked up and my face burned with the might of several large conflagrations. "What's up, Bells?" he asked his eyes confused as my cheeks flamed up again.

"They found dresses, and we ate."

"That doesn't seem like anything to get flustered about."

"I was just remembering all of the clothes racks I fell into," I lied. "I'm pretty tired. I'm going to bed." I went upstairs to shower. My fingertips continually brushed over where he had kissed me. It was if I could still feel it. The heat overwhelmed my face again.

What was I doing? I couldn't obsess over Edward like this. He was an angel, and I couldn't be half as good as all of those girl angels up there. I wondered if they ever lost their minds when they saw his face. If they started gasping for breath when the tips of their wings brushed his. How could I compete with that? Competing? You shouldn't even be competing! My mind began forming pictures of tall, beautiful women with golden hair and elegant, flowing wings. They all smiled brightly, and Edward smiled warmly back.

I climbed under the warm water and let out a defeated puff of air. Nothing perked up my thoughts for the rest of the night. I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls. That was odd. Large music notes were attacking me, and eventually I saw the music was coming from someone who was built a lot like Rosalie with bright blue eyes and Edward's magnificent feathery wings. Edward appeared as a ball of light at the end of the hall. He watched the blonde angel opposite me. His eyes never left her unearthly face. My heart sank as I swatted a length of sixteenth notes.

Edward's POV

The sounds of sleep drifted from her house. I could catch bits and pieces of Charlie's dreams. I thought Bella might want to know her father was having dreams about kissing fish. I snuck through her window and sat at the foot of her bed. She was restless tonight, tossing and turning about. Every once in a while her hand would shoot up and half-heartedly swat the air. Her nighttime murmings were as cryptic as ever. The night was pierced by her shrieks of "Anything but the G flats!" and "Triplets should die!" I watched helplessly through her struggle until small amounts of crimson and green sunlight shone through her window. I escaped onto her front lawn, leaving Charlie and his imaginings of rollerskating in a herd of buffalo far behind.

Bella's POV

Another Saturday, another chance to… I sighed. Whoopee. Laundry. I stood up, stretched, and immediately fell back on my bed from lightheadedness. I got up again and went downstairs. There was a note on the table from Charlie.

Gone fishing with Billy. See ya later pumpkin.

Pumpkin? I shook my head futilely. I ate some cereal and amused myself with the miniature plush prize in the bottom of the box. I dressed upstairs and carried an armful of clothes to the washing machine. Then there was a knock on the door. Hmm… no one comes here. I opened the door, and there was Edward. My heart leapt and fell into my stomach. "So, you go into shock when I show up at your front door but not when there are four perverted men closing in on you in an alleyway?" he questioned me.

"No, I just wasn't expecting to see you."

"Oh. Umm… are you doing anything today?"

"No," I replied very quickly.

"Could I show you some place? I'm sure you still have a lot of questions, and we won't be overheard there," he mumbled uncertainly.

"Yeah, I'd love to."

"Cool. So shall we take your car or do you want me to carry you the whole way?"

I grabbed my keys. "Where to?" Edward gave me instructions along the winding highway. He told me to pull over half-way through another stretch of road. "I really like this place," I said as I got out of the truck. "It has a beautiful view of trees, rocks, cigarette butts, and empty beer cans."

He chuckled slightly. "This isn't it Bella. It's through the trees. Come on." He gestured to an entrance where the trees parted. We walked for a really long time. Then we walked some more. I had my eyes trained firmly on the ground in front of me. I didn't notice he had stopped. Then the ground changed from tree roots and poison ivy to rippling, green grass and flooding pools of sunlight. I looked up. That's when panic hit me that I was alone. I'd never find my way back. I searched all around me, and there he was leaning against the tree just out of reach of the glowing warmth and light of the sun.

I watched him confusedly for a moment. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I just don't want you to be surprised. Something happens to me in the sunlight."

"Like what?"

"Umm…" He stepped out of his place of shadow.

"Wow," I whispered dumbstruck. Edward's face and arms were reflecting and refracting the light so that the air around him was shattered by brilliant rainbows. The facets embedded in his skin glinted marvelously like diamonds. It was breathtaking. His every little movement let the glitter orchestrate a complicated melody in sync with the wild daydreams skipping through my head. I reached out my hand towards his arm. I wanted to watch the light sparkle on him forever.

But, he pulled his arm away. We stood there slightly awkwardly not quite sure what to do. I remembered my legs were sore from all of that awful walking, so I sat down. He plopped down a few yards away from me. "Can I start on that long list of questions?" I asked him uncertainly. He shrugged. "What's up with the beam of light that's been following you around since you entered the meadow?"

"Oh. Yeah, it's an angel thing. It's like heavenly light or something."

"So, sparkling is an angel thing too?"

"Umm… No. No one else can do that."

"Why not?"

"It's probably…" he stuttered a few random words I couldn't hear. Then he got really quiet when he whispered, "Because I'm only half angel."

"Oh." The next question began nagging at my brain. Those images of the pretty angelic woman came back. "Do you have many angel friends?"

He was silent for a long time. "No."

"What? But you're so… so…" I couldn't quite find the right adjectives to explain how perfect he was.

"So weird, sparkly… masochistic?" he offered.

"I agree with one of the three." He gave me an "I don't buy it" look. "Okay, two of the three. You're definitely pretty weird."

"I suppose the other one you chose was sparkly?" I nodded. "How do you know I'm not a masochist?"

"Well… you're too…" Stinkin' adjectives! "Why would you be a masochist?"

"I'm here with you, aren't I?"

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing. The reason I don't have friends is because I'm only half. It kind of alienates me."

"I've always been a fan of weird, sparkly things. Like opals or snowcones."

"Yep, that's me. Edward, the weird, sparkly snowcone with wings."

The sun crossed the sky in record time. Too soon, it was time to go. "It would be faster if I carried you to the truck," said Edward. I agreed because I wanted to get home before Charlie. He picked me up and flew through the trees miraculously hitting nothing. We were back on the side of the road in no time. I prepared myself to stay upright when he put me down, but he didn't. I looked at his face. He looked very conflicted.

EPOV

Look at those lips. So beautiful, so red, so tasty. GOD! I want to kiss her.

Do I need to make a list of things that are never going to happen?

No. I can kiss her.

I refuse to let you get your mouth that close to her!

It's too dangerous. What if you can't control yourself?

I can control myself! Why don't you have any faith in me? I LOVE Bella. I couldn't hurt her.

You love her?

Yes. I do. Hurting her would hurt me too much.

So, when you screw up, you'll be eternally moping?

I'll be careful. I promise. I won't hurt her.

Have it your way.

"Bella, I want to try something, but you have to stay perfectly still." She stiffened in acquiescence. I slowly brought my lips to her, testing my bloodlust the whole way. Her scent was nearly unbearable at this distance. Venom flowed down my throat, burning it impossibly more. Finally, my lips touched hers, and my whole body burst into flames. Her mouth tasted like a water-downed version of what I had imagined her blood to be. This kiss was better than the heaven I had inhabited for a short period of time. The half second it took for my brain to process this was the same time it took for her to respond. She forgot the 'don't move' rule and threw her arms around my neck. She put all of herself into the kiss. I felt my control slipping, blood lust outranking the human lust. I pried her off me as gently and quickly as I could and moved away a few feet.

"Oops" was her brief apology for moving. Oops was an understatement.

Bella's POV

Oops! That's what I came up with! Oops! He was still smiling. "I need to get home before Charlie," I said. He nodded and climbed into the passenger's seat. I drove slowly because only a very small portion of my brain seemed to stay focused on the road. That was the single most amazing thing that had ever happened to me in the history of forever. His cold lips were… And his arms… His crooked smile. Unbelievable. More thrilling than a 100 ft drop off a cliff. Colder than the Arctic Ocean. Hotter than melting metal. O brawling love, O loving hate, Mishapen chaos of well-seeming forms! His lips were so paradoxical! That was odd. I love kissing Edward!

A/N: Ta da! I finished. The 3rd from last sentence was from Romeo and Juliet. They kissed which means you should review. If you know how to describe kissing, you could throw that in a review because they're probably going to do it again. This room smells like cereal. New chapter eventually. Marching band seven hours a day starting tomorrow. Yea! Why am I still typing?