A series of one-shots of what various couples of Twilight have done on this oh-so beautiful holiday of Valentine's Day. Quil and Claire are up!!!
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5. Angela and Ben
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I sat up on the slightly damp bench inside the greenwood park that was only a short walk away from my home. Ben had told me to meet him here 15 minutes ago and he still hadn’t arrived. I glowered up at the sky which was turning a threatening dark gray above my head. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, just incase the clouds decided to break open and rain. As if on cue the glossy dark drops began to fall and splatter across the monotone cement at my feet.
I sighed. I guess Ben wasn’t showing up after all. I stood up amid the torrent of rain and let the cool moisture soak through my sweat shirt to my skin. I turned to walk back to my house, mentally kicking myself for expecting anything special. Sure it was Valentine’s Day, but he was just a teenage boy. He probably hadn’t even remembered that today was supposed to be the most romantic day of the year.
“Angela!” I paused, knowing exactly who had shouted my name. I would recognize his voice any place. I looked back over my shoulder to see a soaking wet Ben Cheney spraying water from the ground as he ran towards me. His hair was plastered to his head and streams of water were running down his checks. He was breathing heavily as he came to a stop in front of me.
“I’m so sorry I’m late. I went to go pick up your flowers and then my car wouldn’t start so I had to run here, and I slipped in the puddle and dropped the flowers in the mud so I tried saving them.” Ben’s words ran out of his mouth so quickly that I could barely understand what he was saying.
“Ben, deep breaths.” I waited, till he seemed to calm down slightly. “Now what were you saying?”
He handed me a single slightly muddy white daisy. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Angela.”
I smiled, taking the lone flower from his hands. I lowered my head and kissed him soundly upon the lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, to you too, Ben.”
The rain was still coming down in buckets and we were both beginning to take on the appearance of wet dogs. I took Ben’s warm hand within my own. “How about we go to my house and dry off. Then maybe we can watch a movie on my couch or something.”
“That would be great.” He said, looking down at his soaked torn and muddy jeans. “Dry is the best thing I’ve heard in a while.” I hit him playfully in the arm.
“So you just want to spend the day with me so you’ll be dry?” I asked teasingly.
He turned sharply, grabbing my waist within his arms. “No, I just want to spend the day with you.” I prepared a witty retort, but there was no need for words. Our lips met and all our playfulness soon turned to the sweet taste of love.
It was the perfect Kodak moment, Ben and I holding hands as we walked together through the cascading water droplets down the street, a single daisy hanging from my slender fingers.
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