Only Fools Fall In Love
Chapter IV
A Little Bit of Angst Never Hurt Anyone!
EPOV
It had been two days since I had met Bella Swan.
Forty eight hours since I'd laughed so much I had nearly pissed my pants.
Two thousand, eight hundred and eighty minutes filled with thoughts of her. I couldn't even escape her in my dreams.
One hundred and seventy two thousand and eight hundred seconds to be more precise since I had fallen in love with Bella Swan.
Fucking hell!
Do I love Bella Swan?
I groaned and rolled over onto my stomach burying my head into the soft down of the pillows as if they would shield me or perhaps even stop the alien feelings my head was telling me I had.
Love?
No, I don't think so?
I was fucking Edward Cullen.
I was a smooth bastard.
Edward Cullen does not fall in love.
So why for the love of all that is frigging holy do I feel this way?
The day after I met Bella, I realized that I had really strong feelings about her but I was hesitant to call it love. After all, I had only known her for five minutes and I liked to think that I was a rational type of guy who didn't buy in to that love at first sight bullshit.
Even so, just being near her for that short space of time was, dare I say it, a life changing experience, because even if I was not in love my life had changed dramatically over the past couple of days. I'd lost my appetite and I spent my days (and nights if I am honest) thinking about stuff to say to her when she finally called.
Fuck she'd call, right?
I couldn't stop thinking about her for a second. I'd even imagined what our wedding day would be like.
Shit!
I pulled my cell phone from my jacket pocket and checked the screen.
No missed calls, no texts.
Fuck!
Frustrated, I slammed it down a little to hard onto the counter. I snatched it back to check that it was still working instantly feeling a little relief when I saw that it was.
Just fucking call will you!
Never in all my twenty four years had I felt this apprehensive about a girl.
But then this girl was different.
She was gorgeous, funny, natural and spontaneous.
She was also fucking off her head.
I chuckled as I recalled our conversation. Yeah! Definitely as mad as a box of frogs but in a peculiar way this made her more appealing. She ticked all of my boxes to in terms of what I looked for in a girl physically as well as mentally. Okay, she may be a little eccentric but I can deal with that right?
Bella Swan I love you.
Shit! This has got to stop!
I'm afraid that I am turning into some love sick character from a Jane Austin novel.
Crap!
I'm becoming Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice.
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."
Fucking hell!
I was even quoting the damn thing! I grimaced when I realised that this was not coincidental. She'd told me it was her favourite book.
I shook my head violently trying to rid myself the rather disturbing image of me in a pair of tight breeches and a fucking frock coat.
When did I turn into such a girl?
Bella, Bella, Bella Swan.
I had never seen or heard of her before that day and yet I'd lived in Forks my near damned whole life and knew most of its inhabitants. Thinking back to our short conversation it suddenly struck me that although I didn't know her, she knew me. She said my name was Edward Cullen.
Swan. Swan.
Crap!
There was only one other person in Forks with the same surname and that was Chief of Police Charlie Swan.
Yeah, it was all coming back to me now as I recalled some months back Emmett telling me all about Chief Swan's daughter coming to live with him. Apparently, she'd fucked up big time in New York City after finding her fiancé in bed with a blond bimbo. He had promptly left her for said bimbo, she couldn't make the rent and Charlie had welcomed her home like a prodigal daughter.
Like most of my conversations with Emmett, I hadn't really been paying much attention because most of what he said was incidental shit. Emmett McCarthy was a fucking gossip!
The sound of my cell phone vibrating against the tiled surface of the counter interrupted my thoughts and suddenly I felt like a thirteen year old in junior high with a crush.
