This is between Port Angeles and the meadow scene. I actually got the inspiration from myself. Last year, at school, these two boys were rough housing and ran into me, causing me to drop my tray, and make a huge mess. My friends call me a real life Bella...only without my Edward Cullen. :( Nonetheless, it's actually kinda cute. Again, both povs are told.
5. Chapter 5: Innocence
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We pulled up to my house and he parked. "So, tomorrow...I'll come by after Charlie leaves."
"That's for me to know and you to find out," He said smugly.
I scoffed, "I HATE mind games."
"You think you do?"
I smirked and shrugged, "Sorry."
He smirked, "It's not your fault."
"Still...so, wat did Emmett really think of me?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"Why do you ask?"
"You have an advantage that i don't."
He smiled, "He already sees you as his little sister. He wants to take over protecting you from ME; he thinks he could do a better job. I doubt it; that's quite impossible."
I grimaced and said, "So, he liked me?"
"I would venture to say yes," he chuckled, "He loves you - and that's quite a compliment coming from him."
"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Let's just say there's a reason he wound up with Rosalie."
I simply stared at him and he smirked, "You'll see."
I ondded and leaned my head miserably against the headrest. "Do I HAVE to go in?"
"No...I could always kidnap you." I looked at him, not knowing if he was kidding or not.
"I was kidding."
"Well, I wasn't. Let's go." He smiled and I chhuckled. Then, I stared off into space. After a few seconds, he said, "What?"
I shook my head, "I just...don't feel like going in yet." Then, I had an idea. "Hey, can we go to the park?"
He nodded, 'Sure.Charlie's asleep anyway. He had a long day at work."
"Good. Let's go."
"You wanna explain what we're doing here?" Edward asked, as we walked into teh park.
"You'll see," I repeated his words with a smug grin, knowing his frustration.
He groaned irritably. "That is SO incredibly unfair."
"Just trust me."
We walked up the hill and I stopped at the top, looking down at the swings.
"The swings?" he said, confused.
"Charlie used to bring me here when I was a kid. It was the one time we would ever truly express our feelings without feeling awkward. We used to race each other to the swings, and he would always let me win."
I smiled reminiscently and Edward was staring at me, not blinking once. "Sounds great. That must be have been so much fun for you."
"Yeah, except my hair was even longer than it is now. It always got caught in the chains."
He laughed, "Yeah, sounds about right...I bet you were a cute kid," he said thoughtfully.
I smiled, "Definitely my better years."
He rolled his eyes, "Whatever!" He shook his head irritably and stared at me. "So, what are we doing here?" he asked again.
I shrugged. "Killin' time." I looked at the swings and then back at him. "You wanna race me?"
"That hardly seems fair."
"No cheating," I said firmly. "Come on. Sometimes it's fun to revert back to childhood."
He smirked and shook his head, amused. "I'll even give you a headstart."
I took off running as fast as my pathetically human legs could carry me, not looking back. My hair whipped all around my face, practically blinding me, but I still kept running. RIght as I reached the swing, he appeared in front of me, causing me to bump into him and bounce off with a grunt.
"You...cheated!" I accused, out of breath, as I composed myself.
"I gave you a headstart," he said, not at all affected by the run. I grabbed onto the chain and doubled over to catch my breath as my heart pounded in my ears.
"You ok?" Edawrd asked, his voice sounding strained.
"Yeah, I'll be all right. Just...give me a...minute. God, I haven't run like that in years."
"If it's any consolation, I'm very proud of you - you didn't even fall down."
I groaned, "Shut up! That's not funny."
"I think it's funny," he said, as I came back up and glared at him. He smiled proudly and gestured for me to sit down on the wing.
I did so and said, gripping the chains and pushing myself back, "You know...I never did learn how to push myself. It always frustrated me. I used to wish there was a button I could push it so it would do it for me."
"What changed?" he asked, following my going back and forth with his eyes.
Now I have you, I thought, hoping he would start pushing me, but he didn't, so I simply shrugged an dhung my head. "Grew up."
He was suddenly behind me, holding the bottom of the chains, holding the swing so close that my back was pressed against his chest. I stopped breathing momentarily as his chest flexed against my back and I began trembling. HE placed on ehand lightly on teh small of my back to steady me and whispered in my ear, "You never outgrow the swings."
His breath tickled my ear and I stiffened. I hadn't realized he was that close to me. He pulled back and began lightly pushing me.
"I should know. I'm 104 years old and I still swing on the swings."
I looked back at him so he smiled his crooked smile and added, "Sometimes."
"That's quite impressive," I said jokingly, and he continued to push me. I smiled and closed my eyes to take in this perfect moment. I could not believe how amazing he made me feel. How could he not see it? How could he not know how much I love him?
I wanted so much to tell him, but I didn't want to scare him off. I had always heard that guys scare easy when it came to commitment, but I never had a chance to know for myself. Until now. I could kiss him and see how he responded. We almost kissed at his house before we were interrupted.
Did he want to kiss me? Why the hell would he want to kiss me? Only one way to find out. I struggled not to tremble as I turned to look at him, only to find he was already looking at me. He stopped pushing me again and simply stood there, staring at me intensely.
In this moment, I could almost swear he was just as in love with me as I was with him. I hesitated slightly before reaching up, tilting my head slightly to touch my lips to his. I made to deepen the kiss as his hand dropped from the chain to my shoulder, causing me to stiffen up once again.
He stiffened as well and pulled away, backing up a few steps, before saying, "We better go." My heart sank into the pit of as the sting of revulsion stabbed at me like a million of knives set of fire.
I blinked, trying to make sense of his reaction, when he simply turned and walked away, not even wanting me to catch up. I stared after him miserably.
Why was I so stupid? I should have known he didn't want to kiss me. What was my problem? I sighed and got up, following him miserably.
When I got in the car, he sped off without a word to me all the way home. He screeched to a stop outside the house and unlocked the doors. "'Night, Bella," he said, his jaw tightened.
"Good night; are you kidding me?" I said, incredulously, before I could stop myself.
"What?" he asked, avoiding my eyes.
"You wanna explain what happened back there?"
"Not tonight. We'll talk tomorrow, Bella."
"But, I -"
"I said good night," he said, jerked his head towards me. I exhaled shakily and nodded, before saying, "'Night," in a small voice.
I opened the door and got out, making my way up the porch into the house. I immediately went up to my room and went to bed, still looking so forward to the next day. Stubborn or not, my world was always complete with Edward around. And tomorrow, my whole world would be about nothing but Edward Cullen.