ENTRY 6
THE PROMISE

The temperature had dipped significantly through the night and Bella was freezing. She couldn't believe she had agreed to this in the first place, let alone, actually followed through. She had always hated summer camp and camping in general… well, until him. The five of them had been inseparable since kindergarten, their parents putting them in summer camp every year to keep them busy. Bella had always hated it, until the year he came to live with his aunt and uncle. She looked forward to a lot after that. First dates, first kisses, first… well, everything.

When Forks Summer Camp closed down the summer they all turned seventeen, they all promised that on that exact date in five years' time, they would return and camp in the little meadow a five mile walk from the campground, in the place the counselors would bring them for the end of summer bonfire and camping trip.

That last one was the worst. Not only was the camp closing the year before they would finally get to be senior counselors; it was also the one where he told her he had to go, return to his parents in Chicago. She couldn't understand why he wanted to leave her. She was devastated. Even still, she came to this place and set up her tent.

Now she was freezing, and nobody else had bothered to come. Alice and Jasper had been the first to bail, understandably, their son was sick, but in her opinion, Rosalie and Emmett had no excuse.

"Fuck it," she said aloud to no one. "No one else is coming. I might as well just go, then at least I can sleep somewhere warm."

But before she could unzip her tent to start packing up, she heard the snap of a twig. She cursed herself for leaving her bear spray in the car, back at the campground. She heard another snap, then another, coming closer to her tent. Scared to death, she pulled the blanket up over her head.

Whatever was outside brushed against her tent, and she covered her mouth with the blanket to stop herself from making noise. She was startled when the zipper to her tent started to move—no animal could open the zipper, and she wasn't expecting anyone else. She grabbed the closest thing to herself to wield as a weapon—the flashlight she had just turned off five minutes before she decided to say fuck it and leave.

She sat up on her knees, flashlight poised above her head, ready to bring down on the person attempting to harm her.

The tent door opened and she caught sight of bronze hair and green eyes too late to stop the movement of her arm.

"OW! FUCK!"

"Shit, fuck, shit! Sorry, Edward!" Bella exclaimed.

"Are you trying to kill me, woman?" he asked, rubbing the already forming bump on his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I promised, Bella." He smiled sweetly. "I figured it was time we talked. About us."

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