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Edward and Bella Go Camping

Summary:
Edward decides to take Bella camping. Silliness and clumsiness occur.
Disclaimer: I own an iPod. Stephenie Meyer is the lucky lady who owns Twilight. Not me.


Notes:
This is my first fanfic guys, so please try and be nice. Or, you don't have to be nice, just as long as I get some feedback!


2. Chapter Dos

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Edward sighed. “Yes. I didn’t tell you because I knew you would be difficult.” “Ugh!” I yelled. I stomped back over to the Volvo. Edward was by my side in a matter of seconds. “Please Bella, please. This is going to be so much fun. Camping in the wild outdoors!” I turned my head so that I was looking away from his dazzling eyes. How could he do this to me? He knew how much I hated camping. How could he put me through this torture? His hands reached out to grab my face. He was suddenly inches from me. My heart stopped. “Please, Bella?” he whispered. “Please? For me?” “No,” I murmured. It was a lost cause. He had already won. He leaned in closer to me. We were merely millimeters apart. “Don’t you want to be alone with me in a tent?” I gave up. “Yes. I do.” He kissed me quickly. “Thank you.” He ran back to the break in the trees faster than humanly possible. I walked slowly forward, exaggerating my steps so that I might take longer. Edward was scouting the area when I finally arrived. “What do you think about right here?” he said, pointing at a small spot in the middle of the wood. It was flat, with pine needles covering the mossy dirt cover. Ferns and pine trees surrounded the place where the tent would go in a loop, like when we all sat in a circle at a pack meeting with the Quileute gang. That thought made me sad, thinking about the war with the newborns and Victoria. I missed Jacob, and I hoped I could see him again. “Bella?” Edward walked over to me. I quickly composed my expression to look slightly happier, even though I wasn’t happy. I’m sure he saw through my fake appearance. He looked down at me, his eyes letting the full force of dazzlement on me. “Would you like to help me with the tent?” he asked sweetly. “No. I’ll just break the tent and myself, and I would break you too but you’re made of steel,” I said unwaveringly. His eyes weren’t going to work on me today. He shrugged. “Ok then.” He kissed me quickly on the head, then ran off to grab the tent from the Volvo. How had I not realized there were suitcases in the back of the Volvo, along with a four-man tent? Oh yeah, I had been thinking about Edward the entire time. Oh yeah. Edward was back in record time, nearly two seconds. He was carrying the tent on his back, his bag in one hand, mine in the other. I ignored him as he set the stuff down and got to work on the tent. While he was busy, I took in my surroundings. It was a small forest, with millions of trees and soft birds in the background. There was little sky, with plenty of cloud cover; the little clearing had trees giving a canopy as well. “There!” In two minutes, maybe less, Edward had the tent up and all our things inside. He was amazing. My guardian angel. My soul mate. “What are you staring at?” he asked happily as he drifted over to where I was standing. “Just you.” “Oh.” He pulled me over to the tent. “How is it?” I sighed. “As good as a tent ever gets, I guess.” He looked around, then down at his watch. “We still have plenty of time before nightfall, it’s only five thirty,” he said. “Would you like to go on a hike? There’s a beautiful trail with tons of trees and a beautiful view at the top.” I stared at him. A hike? With my luck? Didn’t he know me better than that to think that I could actually survive a hike? “Well, I guess that’s not the best idea,” he said after taking in my incredulous expression. “But..” “But? But what?” He smiled. “It would be a good experience for you. Let’s go.” Before I could protest, Edward had me in his arms and a backpack full of food for me on his back. He ran over the dirt and through the trees, all the while cuddling be in a ball close to his chest. He slowed as we reached the edge of the trail where the sun broke through the clouds. Suddenly, Edward set me down a little too roughly. I wasn’t expecting it, and so of course I stumbled to the side of the cliff we were at. Me, being the klutz that I am, slid off the side of the cliff. “EdwAAAAAARD!!!” “Son of a WEREWOLF!!” Then, I wasn’t falling anymore. I had landed on my butt, and I had only fallen about five feet. But still. I was in pain. “I’m going to murder you EDWARD!” I screamed up at him. The words weren’t even out of my mouth by the time he was next to me picking me up. “Are you alright? I can’t believe how stupid that was! Okay, you are NOT fit to be in the mountains! Let’s go.” Edward picked me up and carried me back to the Volvo. It took no time at all. While I was buckling my seatbelt, Edward grabbed all the stuff he had put up. He was in the car and speeding off within minutes. He looked sheepishly over at me. “Bella?” “Yes?” “We are never going camping again.”