Disclaimer: I do not own the idea of Twilight, that belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do however own this plot. So enjoy.

The rest of my night is spent watching him. He just stands there in the corner, not even trying to engage with those around him. People come up to him; guys offering weed or booze and girls flirt, rubbing their scarsely clad bodies against him. I wanted to kill them, girls and guys alike. Thery're trying to corrupt him. Taint him with their wild ways. I hated them. Can't they see it. He is so pure and naive. Too naive. So easy to take advantage of.

My feet are walking across the room without me commanding them. I'm walking toward him with all the confidence of the world, even though I have no clue what I am doing.

I'm ten feet away now. Five. Two.

Wow.

He's so beautiful.

His legs, so long and powerful looking, like he runs miles everyday. His arms, long like his legs, are coverded in lean muscle. Attached to those powerful arms are the most lovley hands I have ever had the honor to see. Large plams. Long fingers. His hands could warp around my waist twice. Up his arms are broad sholders, so strong but are slumped inwarded like they hold the entire earth. A long slender neck, that is begging to be nibbled on is connected to a sharp, square jaw. A jaw that could cut glass. High, promonite cheek bones, next to a beautifully but slightly crooked nose. Moving up his face leads me to gaze into his eyes. Eyes that are framed by long, georgeous, ebony eyelashes. Eyes that are a brillant emerald green, a color that belongs on the finest piece of jewlery.

Wow

I then realize I have yet to say something. I've been gawking at him for what seems like an eternity. I should say something, anything. But I can't. I'm mesmerized by his perfect features. Also, I can't help but notice the pain that swims in his heartbreakingly beautiful green eyes. So much pain it makes me to touch him. To comfort him. To reach out and embrace him into a hug. A hug that I hope will right all his problems.

I look away. I have to. It is the only way I can come up with something rational to say. I take in a deep breath and try to steady my raceing heartbeat, then I look back at him. And again I am lost in a field of green. Wow.

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