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My Dream Is You

Bella is about to jump off the cliff, but someone stops her... someone she thought had forgotten her a long time ago. “Bella,” growled a voice. It wasn't the voice in my head, not at all. My head whipped around. I was startled to see that someone had been watching me.

Okay, so I deleted my other story. I'll put it back up later. I have to figure it out. I'm pretty sure I know where I'm going with this one though, so here ya are.

5. Fall Off the Roof

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The meadow, it was just as beautiful as I had remembered it was. With Edward, it seemed like a magical place again, not just a pretty one. The light dew on the ground glittered, it was like the ground was covered in little diamonds.

Edward took my hand and led me to the center of the meadow. “Bella, I love you, I really want you to know that. I hate putting you in danger.”

“I love you too,” I whispered.

He was quiet then. It looked like he was thinking hard about something.

“What is it?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing, nothing,” he answered.

“Edward, tell me, please,” I pleaded.

“I could never ask you to do what I want you to do right now,” he replied.

I looked into his eyes. I could see that he was going to be stubborn, but I could be just as stubborn as he could be. I would get it out of him. I thought of a plan.

I took my hand out of his and put my arms around his neck. Edward slid his arms around my waist. He knew what I was doing and bent his head to mine.

Our lips connected and I pulled him tighter. I twisted my fingers into his hair and parted my lips slightly. His hands slid lower down my waist. I parted my lips, but he didn't pull away. He could have easily broken the embrace if it got to be too much. He removed his hands from my waist and cupped my face. To my surprise, he parted his lips too. I found myself breathing in his taste, his unbearably sweet taste. I felt my knees start to give way.

He caught me before I hit the ground, breaking our lovely lip-lock. He lifted me into his arms.

“Please?” I asked again, slightly breathless. I noticed I wasn't the only one.

“Come away with me,” he murmured into my ear.

My mind was still clouded from the kiss. “Okay,” I replied before thinking of the consequences.

“Really?” he asked, surprise coloring his tone. He set me on the ground in front of him. His eyes were searching mine. A cool breeze ruffled his hair slightly.

“Of course,” I answered. I was eighteen, old enough to leave home, an adult. I knew that I would be leaving a lot behind, but my everything would still be with me.

He smiled his crooked smile. It was the smile that made me want to sing every time I saw it, and it wasn't very pleasant to hear me sing.

“Wait,” he said. He looked past me, into the trees. “If we go away together, wherever away is...” he paused.

“What?” I asked. I didn't want him to back out of taking me away. I'd just committed to the idea, after all. It'd take a lot of persuading to make me forget it.

He made eye contact with me again. “You know that I'm... a bit old-fashioned, Bella.”

“Yes,” I said. I didn't know where he was going with the change of subject. The grass in the meadow swayed with the wind, creating a soft rustling noise. The breeze tickled my face.

“I'm from a very different time than you are. If I would have lived past my fever, I probably would have settled down fairly soon.”

“What are you trying to say?” I asked.

It was then that he got down on one knee. My heart sped into super overdrive. He wasn't going to do what I thought he was... there was no way.

Edward took my hands in his, his eyes burned deep into mine. I could see the sincerity, the passion behind them. “Isabella Marie Swan, I love you more than anything. You are my world, my entire universe. I need you in my life more than I need anything else. Bella, will you marry me?”

I stared down into his topaz eyes. He was frozen into place, awaiting my answer. He was like a living statue. My statue. He was much more than that, though. He was my love, my life, my meaning, everything. The whisper of the wind was like music drifting throughout the meadow.

“Yes, Edward. Yes, I'll marry you,” I managed to answer.

He smiled, the statue coming to life. He stood up and swung me into his arms. “I don't know what I would have done if you said no,” he breathed.

“You would have kept asking,” I guessed.

“Yeah, I would have,” he laughed. It was loud, ringing through the clearing. His laugh was my favorite sound.

My thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour. How would I tell Charlie? Renee? Jacob? I knew I would want a small wedding, nothing fancy. I was sure that Alice would have some major issues with that, but it would be my “big day”. I had a feeling some people wouldn't be too happy about it.

He set me on my feet. I sat down cross legged on the ground, he joined me. For a moment, I was reminded of elementary school.. We always had to sit “crisscross applesauce”. I grimaced at the memory. Edward didn't seem to notice.

“Where should we have it? When should we have it?” he asked.

“Vegas, three hours?” I suggested.

“You got it, love,” he replied. He was so eager to get married, he didn't care where we did it.

“I'm kidding!” I exclaimed. “How should I tell Charlie?” I asked. Charlie was definitely not fond of Edward at the moment.

“I'll do it,” said Edward. He smiled, probably at the thought of Charlie's face.

“Are you crazy?! I would like my groom to be in one piece when I marry him, thank you very much,” I laughed.

He sighed. “Way to ruin the fun.”

“Oh, hush,” I replied.

He stood up and offered me his hand.

“When should we tell Charlie?” I asked.

“The sooner the better, I think,” said Edward. “I want to tell everyone right now, I want to shout it from the rooftops! I get to marry Bella Swan!” he shouted.

He was cute when he was excited. “You're cute,” I told him.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “You wouldn't shout it from rooftops?”

“Well, if I did anything on a rooftop it'd probably be falling off. I don't have the best balance, after all,” I answered wryly.

“I'd be there to keep you up, of course.”

“Oh, well in that case, sure, I'd shout it from the rooftops,” I smiled.

“Now you're cute,” he said curtly. I rolled my eyes. The wind died down and little sprinkles of rain started to fall.

“Off to tell Charlie?” I asked.

“Yes, are you ready?” He swung me onto his back.

“I'm ready if you are,” I replied. As long as Edward was by my side, I was ready to do anything. Even if it was falling off rooftops. But, considering Charlie's temper, I might not even have to fall. Charlie would throw me off the roof.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to tell Charlie.