Bella tries to keep a bright outlook when she moves to Forks. Of course, after meeting Edward Masen everything just starts to look so much better, even tolerable. When you've got the sweetest boy standing in front of you things start to get easy... right?
Not mine, but as always enjoy :D
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I felt my cheek, where her lips had been. My skin was tingling, wriggling over my bones. I couldn't stop my grin while I shut the trunk and moved to my door. I looked up at her as she turned away from me into her house. I sat in my car I nearly killed myself on the steering wheel; I was jumping around so much. I tried not to yell too much as I turned on the car. I saw a light go on in the window and Bella's face appeared as she shut the curtains. I sighed and pulled out of the road, smiling the entire way home.
In my driveway I cut the engine and let my head fall hard against the headrest. I smiled widely, it was impossible not to. Remembering the feel of her lips, skin, tongue against mine. My cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling so much. I'd known her what... ten hours? Eleven? She was gorgeous, funny, had exquisite tastes in music and books. I wanted to know her better. I took off my seatbelt and something caught my eye. It was the book of poetry she had been reading from; light blue and sitting in my car. She must have forgotten it.
I picked it up and carried it carefully while I brought my bags inside. I could hear mom and dad in the living room watching TV before they went to bed. Something bumped into my leg and I jumped away in fright at first, then realised it was the kitten. I bent down and scratched her ears briefly before heading toward the staircase.
"Edward?" I heard my mom call out. I froze on the bottom step and pivoted easily into the living room.
"Yes?" I asked. I could see from their shoulders up above the couch. Dad's arm was around her.
"Just making sure it was you dear," she said, turning to me and giving me a smile. "How was your evening?" I grinned and held up my bag from Love and Music.
"It was great. Bella and I went to a movie, and then shopping and I brought her home. The others left early, a few got sick." Mom grimaced at me.
"There's a bug going around," she muttered. I nodded and went towards the stairs again. "Edward, honey," she sang again. "We're going to have a little event next week, for your father and mine's anniversary. You should invite Chief Swan and his daughter. It would give you a chance to get to know her better; she probably doesn't have many friends yet." I bit my lip, restraining from telling her I already wanted to be more than just friends.
I leapt up the stairs and around the corner into my room. I collapsed on my bed and just stared out the window. What was it about her? She seemed to be everything I ever wanted, just by taking one glance at her. I sat up again, avoiding crushing her book. I shrugged out of my jacket and let it fall to the floor.
My computer was on, as it had been for the past couple of days. I sat in the chair and popped one of my new CD's into the drive. I clicked into a program and watched it rip the songs on my computer. There was a jingling, the familiar tune of my cell phone. I picked it up, saw immediately that it was Mike. I grinned and answered it.
"Edward!" he shouted into the phone. I held it back from my ear, he could be loud when he wanted.
"Calm down, you nearly deafened me. Why are you calling so late?"
"Are you just getting back?" I told him I was. "Man, what did you do with Bella? Did you guys watch that entire movie together?"
I bit my lip to hide the smile in my voice. "Yeah we did. We just did a bit of shopping. I just dropped her off, actually." Mike sighed.
"Man, I wish I were you," he mumbled. "She's really pretty, I think. Do you think you could talk to her about me?" I could feel anger rising in me. I stiffened and stopped my smiling.
"I don't know Mike," I began. "She's still new, I think hitting on her is a bit much so soon, don't you?" Mike scoffed.
"Nah, I mean she's new, yeah. But, once she gets us after her she'll warm up, right?" I was boiling now. I wanted to smack him, my best friend. He shouldn't talk about Bella this way. And why would I help him get her?
"Mike," I said. I could hear the tension in my voice. "It's late, I wanted to get up early tomorrow. I'll call you later."
"Yeah, I guess. Night, Edward." I shut the phone quickly and slammed it on my desk. I didn't wait for him to say anything else. When the songs from all my CD's had ripped onto the computer I began sifting through my library, searching for all the songs that reminded me of her somehow. It brought the smile back to my face, and I often zoned out, picturing her face. I had made up my mind now; I was going to go see her tomorrow. Returning her book was a good excuse, and maybe if I was lucky she'd spend the day with me.
I like this song, it's happy. I like this song, it's romantic. I like this song, it's so Bella. I like this song; I listened to it with Bella. I think Bella would like this song. This song screams Bella. She's the first thing that comes to mind with this one. At this rate, it was easy to find a playlist for her. The only problem was that everything reminded me of her somehow. 'Oh, it has an 'e' in it, so does Bella.'
I set the songs up and began burning a CD, one for her. I turned off my monitor and the over head light in my room. I pulled off my jeans and shirt, climbing into bed in my boxers. I pulled up the covers and picked up Bella's book. It didn't take me long to find a certain poem.
It was one she had read out loud, of course. It had moved me, the intensity of it and how well she had read it. I hesitated as I picked up a pen. I wasn't sure if she'd appreciate something like what I was about to do. If she'd like me more, or even less. No matter what, I was willing to take a shot at it. I'd buy her a new book if I had to. I was willing to do anything; I could spoil her so quickly if I was given the chance. Mike would never do that, or this
Bella, I began... now what? I closed the book again and sighed loudly. What the hell was I supposed to write? Then it hit me, what my mom had said. Look, you found it. My note, that is. I don't really know why I'm doing this here, to be honest to you, but if I tried in person I might mess up really badly. My mom and dad are having a party next week. I wanted to know if you and your dad wanted to come; it's for their anniversary. Anyway, give it a thought for me, save us both from boredom, hey? Hope to see you there. Love, Edward.
Wait, what? Love, Edward? Oh God. Pen, too, not pencil. She's going to think I am some sort of crazy stalker freak. She's definitely going to hate me now. But, there was nothing I could do about it. What's written in pen stays in pen. Unless you have one of those weird ones with the erasers that don't actually work.
I placed the book on my nightstand and flicked off the light. I turned onto my side, pulling the blanket up over me. When I closed my eyes I immediately began to replay the nights events. Then, I couldn't help but smile to myself when I had so boldly taken a step to kiss her. After that, it was hard to deny how elated I felt once she had responded.
It was impossible not to dream of her that night, I was far too excited and ecstatic. Of course, at first it was hard. Being so excited for this day made it difficult to sleep.
I woke up late, ten thirty on a Saturday morning. Considering how used I was to waking early it was a surprise to me. I jumped out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a green t-shirt quickly. When I checked the CD I had made for Bella was finished. I quickly wrote "From Edward" on it and poked it in a case. I stumbled when I was leaving my room, remembering her book on my nightstand. I shoved my CD in between the pages where the note was written.
Mom was downstairs, still in her house robe. Dad had left for work a while ago. I picked up my car keys and smiled at her as I headed towards the door.
"Edward," she called. I stopped and pivoted, it was a replay of last night.
"Where are you going, honey? You've only just cleaned yourself up." I smiled at her, trying not to let my excitement bubble over into frustration at my mother.
"Just out with some friends, mom. I'll be back later on." She nodded and made sure I had some money before I left. I drove quickly to Bella's, feverishly trying to come up with a plan of what I could possibly do with her today. I had nothing. I was going to show up there like an idiot, stare at how pretty she was for a while, and then give her her book back. Gosh.
I pulled into her street and immediately began scanning the lawns for her. To my surprise, there she was, out on her front step. I pulled into the driveway and attempted to catch my breath. Just looking at her made me nervous. Talking with her? Asking her out? There was no way I was surviving this day.
I stepped out of my car. She looked up, surprised, then blushed. I smiled and began to walk towards her. When she stood up I realised what about her I liked so much. Every single person on the face of this earth has a fixed set of expectations for the one they want to be with. For me, chocolate hair and eyes. Full lips, wavy hair, a height that brought her underneath my chin, and beautifully pale skin. Bella exceeded those expectations. As I drew nearer to her I wanted to grab her, pull her in my arms and never let her go. I wanted to know, right then, everything about her that I could. But I couldn't do that so fast.
As I approached her, noticing how well she fit with my chest and chin I promised myself then and there; I was going to have her. I'd do anything it took.