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Midnight Twilight: Edward's Story

I figure since no one knows when/if the amazing Mrs. Stephenie Meyer will finish and publish, Midnight Sun: Edward's Story, that it would be a good idea to write my own version of it. EPOV

I own none of the characters. Midnight Sun has not yet been finished or published so any similarities between this story and that one are merely coincadental. EPOV

5. Blood Type (Through Edward's Eyes)

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I spent the first classes of the day unable to concentrate on anything but her. I couldn’t wait to get to Biology class and see her again. Then I over heard someone’s thoughts about what we would be doing in Biology today. Mr. Banner had a lab planned for us that meant we'd be testing to find out our blood types. Which meant I’d have to skip that class today due to the fact that there was no blood in my body. I’m sure they would all find the fact that I don’t bleed a little strange and freak out. Hearing this news disappointed me because I had such a strong desire to be around her. After I thought for a bit I decided I would sit with her at lunch today to make up for not being able to be with her in Biology. Maybe I would be able to get her to skip class with me and we could spend a little more time together. I doubt that though. I couldn’t read her thoughts, but I could tell she was far too innocent for that. Besides I figured maybe I should keep my sins to a minimum today, and I was sure corrupting and angle was right up there with thou shalt not steal, and all the other religious bull crap.

The day went by more slowly than usual, I guess it was because I was so anxious to see her. When the bell finally rang for lunch I almost ran, at a humans pace, to the lunch room. I had beat her there so I decided to take a seat at a table by myself and waited for her to arrive. Just then I caught a whiff of her sent, she was near by. I popped my head up to see where she was and then I saw her. She had walked into the room with Jessica , she had a curious look on her face. She looked over to the table where I normally sat with my family, and then her face turned from curiosity to disappointment. Was she disappointed because she thought I wasn’t here? I begin to stare at her in yet another failed attempt to read her mind.

Why is he staring at her like that? Maybe I should let her know. Maybe she’ll think he’s weird and get over her obvious fascination with him. thought Jessica. She was definitely jealous of Bella, although she put on a good show.

She’s fascinated by me? I thought to myself with a smile. I watched Jessica whisper something to her and her head popped up, fully aware of everyone and everything around her. She looked dead at me, she was so stunningly beautiful. I gave her my best smile as soon as I had caught her eye. I then motioned with my index finger for her to come and join me. She looked at me in disbelief as I winked at her. I watched her make up an excuse to come over and sit with me. I wondered what she had told them.

Yeah, right, like Edward Cullen really needs help with homework, he’s the smartest kid in class. I heard in Mike’s thoughts.

Just then she had met me at the table I was seated at. She was standing on the opposite side, behind a chair. She looked unsure.

“Why don’t you sit with me today?” I asked in an attempt to break the ice.

She never took her eyes off me as she pulled up a seat. I couldn’t help but smile. I waited for her to speak.

“This is different.” she stated.

“Well… I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.” I knew that must have made no sense to her at all.

“You know.” she said, “I don’t have any idea what you mean.”

“I know.” I added with a smile. Smiling was something I couldn’t help doing around her. She was obviously bring out something in me, something that I really liked, something that made me feel more human, and less like the monster that I knew I was. Just then I noticed her friends staring at us.

Who does Cullen think he is? Why does he have to be interested in Bella. Of course, it came from Mike’s thoughts.

“I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.” I said

“They’ll survive.” she stated.

“I may not give you back, though.” I said with a smile, I hadn’t even realized I was flirting with her. I noticed she gulped and couldn’t help but laugh. She was so adorable that it was unreal. “You look worried.” I pointed out.

“No, “ she said with her voice breaking, she was defiantly nervous, which made her even more exquisitely beautiful. “Surprised, actually.” she added, “What brought this on?”

“I told you--- I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’m giving up.”

“Giving up?”

“Yes--- giving up trying to be good. I’m just gone to do what I want now, and let the chips fall where they may.” I explained.

“You lost me again.” she said.

“I always say too much when I’m talking to you--- that’s one of the problems.” A smile was creeping up on to my face again.

“Don’t worry--- I don’t understand any of it.”

“I’m counting on that.”

“So, in plain English, are we friends now?”

“Friends…” I mused.

“Or not.” she muttered.

“Well,” I could feel a grin coming on, “we can try I suppose. But I’m warning you now that I’m not a good friend for you.” I warned, but continued to smile. I could only hope she realized I was giving her a serious warning.

“You say that a lot.”

She didn’t seem to be taking my warning seriously at all. She was so brave.

“Yes, because you’re not listening to me. I’m still waiting for you to believe it. If you’re smart you’ll avoid me.”

“I think you’ve made your opinion on the subject of my intellect clear, too.” she said with narrowed eyes. I smiled at her apologetically. I really didn’t mean to offend her in any way. “So, as long as I’m being…not smart, we’ll try to be friends?”

“That sounds about right.” I watched her looking down at her hands that were wrapped around her lemonade bottle. Her pale skin looked so soft , I wanted to touch her cheek, but I didn’t dare. She looked like she didn’t know what else to say. “What are you thinking?” I asked curiously. She looked up into my eyes as I resisted the urge to touch her skin even more.

“I’m trying to figure out what you are.” she said.

What the hell! I thought, There is no way she could know my secret. “Are you having any luck with that ?” I asked, I had to know if she was on to me.

“Not too much.” she admitted. I had to know whether she was even on the right track.

“What are your theories?” I asked as I chuckled. She begin to blush , I wanted nothing more than to touch her flushed cheek. She never answered. “Won’t you tell me?” I asked with a captivating smile.

“Too embarrassing.” she said while shaking her head. She was so damn cute, but I was still being driven crazy by not being able to read her mind.

“That’s really frustrating, you know.” I complained.

“No,” she disagreed, narrowing her eyes, “I can’t imagine why that would be frustrating at all--- just because someone refuses to tell you what they’re thinking, even if all the while they’re making cryptic little remarks specifically designed to keep you up at night wondering what they could possibly mean…now, why would that be frustrating?” I grimaced because I knew she was right about that. “Or better,” she continued in an annoyed tone, “ say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things---- from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either, even after he promised. That, also, would be very non-frustrating.”

Christ almighty that was a rant, but she is still precious while doing it, I thought Should I speak, is she done?

“You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?” I pointed out, amused.

“I don’t like double standards.”

We begin to star at each other unsmiling. I then glanced over my shoulder and snickered.

Maybe I should go over there, thought who else, but Mike, Bella looks pretty upset. I have a good mind to teach him a thing or two.

God that kids annoying the hell out of me, I thought to myself.

“What?” she asked.

“Your boyfriend seems to think I’m being unpleasant to you--- he’s debating weather or not to come and break up our fight.” I snickered again.

“I don’t know who your talking about, but I’m sure you’re wrong, anyway.”

“I’m not, I told you. Most people are easy to read.” If she only knew I meant their minds, and not their expressions or body language.

“Except me, of course.”

“Yes, except for you.. I wonder why that is.” I begin to try and figure it out in my head, not realizing I was staring at her. She looked away from me and begin to play with her bottle cap. It was then brought to my attention that she was human, and she wasn’t eating. “Aren’t you hungry?” I asked.

“No,” she said simply, “You?”

She must have notice the empty place in front of me as well.

“No, I’m not hungry.” I said trying to hide a smile. If she only knew how hungry I really was, but not for her kind of food, but for her blood.

“Can you do me a favor?” she asked.

“That depends on what you want.” I said weary, I wished I could read her mind.

“It’s not much.” She assured me. I waited, guarded. “I just wondered… if you could warn me beforehand the next time you decide to ignore me for my own good. Just so I’m prepared.” She never looked at me as she spoke. She was apparently too shy, instead she looked at her lemonade bottle as she played with it. Tracing her small, delicate, pinkie around the opening.

“That sounds fair.” I said trying to keep from laughing as she finally looked up at me. Is she always this shy? Could I really have this effect on her?


“Then could I have one answer in return?” I demanded, already knowing what I’d ask.


“Tell me one theory.”

“Not that one.” she said instantly regretting agreeing to give me one answer.

“You didn’t qualify, you just promised one answer.” I reminded her.

“And you’ve broken a promises yourself.” I winced at the reminder. It really hurt me to know I had broken a promise to her, something I swear I’ll never do again.

“Just one theory--- I won’t laugh.”

“Yes, you will.”

My family always said I had a way of getting what I wanted. Esme called it dazzling. I decided it was time to put on the dazzling act.

“Please?” I asked looking dead in to her eyes burning her from with in. Her heart rate begin to speed up to an unnatural pace.

“Er, what?” she asked. It must have worked if she had forgotten that fast.

“Please tell me just one little theory.” I made sure I was still smoldering her with my eyes. Her heart begin to beat even faster. I could tell by her look she was gone to give in.

“Um, well, bitten by radio active spider?” She asked. Is she really comparing me to Spider-man, I thought. I had hoped she would come up with something more original than that.

“That’s not very creative.” I scoffed trying not to laugh.

“I’m sorry that’s all I’ve got.”

“You’re not even close.” I teased, she was definitely way off.

“No spiders?”


“And no radioactivity?”


“Dang.” she sighed.

“Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, ether. “ I chuckled, just in case next she thought I was some how superman.

“You’re not supposed to laugh, remember?” I had forgotten I promised not to laugh, not wanting to break another promise I struggled to compose my face.

“I’ll figure it out eventually.” she warned.

“I wish you wouldn’t try.” I said in a serious tone. It was true. We had a great thing going, if she found out I was really a vampire it would ruin everything. “What if I’m not a superhero? What if I’m the bad guy?” I said with a playful smile, but also with seriousness in my tone.

“Oh, I see.” she said as if everything I was hinting to had some how fallen into place.

“Do you?” My face was abruptly severe, I was afraid I might have accidentally said too much. Why did she have this effect on me. I was too comfortable around her.

“Your dangerous?” I could hear her pulse race as she said the words. I think she was finally starting to get what I was trying to very subtly say all along. “But not the bad guy.” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, I don’t believe that your bad.”

“Your wrong.” I said in an almost inaudible voice. I looked down, taking her bottle lid and begun to spin it on it’s side between my fingers. I wonder why she wasn’t afraid of me. Could Alice be right, did Bella love me? We were silent until she finally jumped to her feet.

“Were gone to be late.” she said as she stood up.

I hadn’t realized it till now, but the lunch room was almost empty.

“I’m not gone to class today.” I said still twirling her bottle cap.

“Why not?” she asked. I wished I could tell her the reason why, but I knew there was no way I could. She was so curious about everything, but I liked it.

“It’s healthy to ditch class now and then.” I said with a smile hoping she would ditch with me.

“Well, I’m going.” she said. I almost used my dazzling technique, but I didn’t want to push it. She was so sweet and innocent, I would have felt bad if I would have corrupted her.

“I’ll see you later then.” I said as I got up from my seat.

We stared at each other, she looked as though she was torn on weather she should go to class or skip with me. The first bell rang breaking her out of her stare.

“See you then.” she said as she darted out the door.

I left and went to sit in my car and listen to some music and think. I begin to think that maybe this really could somehow, someway work. I really liked her and she seemed to really like me too. I couldn’t believe the urge I had to touch her soft, delicate, porcelain skin. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I wanted her. It wasn’t just her blood. I thoroughly enjoyed being around her. Deep down I knew there was something more than first crush puppy love, that I’d heard so much about. I knew this could be the real deal.

My conscious mind didn’t agree. It almost felt wrong to want her. I was a monster, weather she knew it or not. She was a beautiful, delicate flower, an angle. She should be handled with the most delicate care, delicacy that I wasn’t capable of having do to my immortal state. She deserved someone who could kiss her and not fear breaking her if he got carried away. Someone who could hold her in his arms, and not worry that his cold hard body was freezing her. Someone who wouldn’t have to resist the urge to kill her when he was around her. Maybe god was real and now he was punishing me with this form of torture for all of those sins I’ve committed. And now I could add lust to that list.

Just then I caught a strong whiff of Bella, she was definitely near by. Just then I saw Mike pulling, what looked like Bella’s limp lifeless body. I saw him help her take a seat on the edge of the walk. Bella slummed over on to her side and rested her cheek on the sidewalk. I knew something was wrong because the side walk had to be cold and damp, two things she detested. I got out of my car and made my way over to them to find out what was happening.

“Bella?” I called out once I got closer to them. Just then I heard Mike‘s thoughts.

Of course Cullen has to come to save the day. I ignored him.

“Whats wrong--- is she hurt?” I asked.

“I think she fainted, I don’t know what happened, she didn’t even stick her finger.” Mike said, he sounded a little stressed out. “I was taking her to the nurse, but she wouldn’t go any further.” he added in a defensive tone.

“Bella.” I called to her, “Can you hear me?” I had two medical degrees so I knew how to handle this type of situation, and knew I needed to stay calm.

“No,” she groaned, “Go away.” she stated

Yes! You heard her Cullen, now run along, Mike stated in his thoughts.

“I’ll take her,” I said with a smile in my voice, “You can go back to class.”

‘No,” he protested, “I’m supposed to do it.”

I didn’t have time to argue with him. I scooped Bella up off the cold ground and into my arms.

“Put me down!” she yelled at me as I begin to walk towards the nurses office.

“Hey!” Mike called out from behind, but again I ignored him. Bella and her safety was all that mattered to me at that point.

“You look awful.” I said with a grin.

“Put me back on the sidewalk.” she moaned.

I watched her rocking in my arms with each step I took. I knew that couldn’t be good for her, and she was probably resisting the urge to vomit all over me. I wouldn’t care if she did. There was no way I was putting her down. I liked the feeling of her being in my arms too much to do so.

“So you faint at the sight of blood?” I asked entertained by it. She didn’t’ respond , instead she simply closed her eyes and clamped her lips together. I guessed she was to trying to fight off the nausea I was sure she was feeling. “And not even your own blood.” I continued. I extend my hand just a bit in order to open the door to the office.

“Oh my,” a receptionist gasped as I walked in cradling her in my arms.

“She fainted in Biology.” I explained.

She opened her eyes as I carried her into the nurses office. The receptionist walked ahead of me and opened the door for me. The nurse looked like she could be a grandmother. She looked up from her book astonished, as I swung into the room and very gently placed her on to the brown vinyl cot. Then I moved across the room as far as I could. After all, I said I wouldn’t have cared if she had thrown up on me, not that I wanted her to.

“She’s just a little faint,” I said to the nurse, “They’re blood typing in Biology.”

“There’s always one.” The nurse said. I tried not to laugh, but a slight snicker came out.

“Just lie down for a minute, honey, it’ll pass.” the nurse assured her.

“I know.” she said.

“Does this happen a lot?” The nurse asked.

“Sometimes.” she said, I coughed in an attempt to disguise another laugh, but I don’t think I fooled her.

“You can go back to class now.” the nurse told me. Not wanting to leave her I lied.

“I’m supposed to stay with her.” I stated, she didn’t argue.

“I’ll go get you some ice for your head dear.” she said as she left the room.

I couldn’t help but look at her, even when she was sick she was glorious.

“You were right.” she moaned, letting her eyes close.

“I usually am--- but about what in particular this time?”

“Ditching is healthy.” she said, I had to smile.

“You scared me for a minute there,” I admitted pausing for a moment, as if I was confessing a secret, “I thought Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods.”

“Ha ha.” she stated sarcastically, she must be starting to feel better.

“Honestly--- I’ve seen corpse with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder.”

“Poor Mike, I bet he’s mad.”

“He absolutely loathes me.” I said cheerfully.

“You can’t know that.” she said, Want to bet? I said in my head.

“I saw his face--- I could tell.” I pointed out.

“How did you see me?” she asked, “I thought you were ditching?”

“I was in my car, listening to a CD.” I said, no need to tell her I was thinking about her while doing so. Just then the door opened and in walked the nurse with the cold compress.

“Here you go, dear.” she said as she placed it on Bella’s forehead. “Your looking better.” she added.

“I think I’m fine.” Bella said as she sat up, I could tell he nurse was gone to make her lay back down. Just then the receptionist popped her head in.

“We’ve got another one.” she called out.

Bella hopped off the cot to free it for the next victim and handed the cold compress to he nurse.

“Here, I don’t need this.” she said.

Newton walked in with another kid from Biology class. Bella and I drew back against the wall to give them some room. This kid looked even worse than Bella. I could smell the blood.

“Oh no,” I muttered, “Go out to the office, Bella.” I stated as she looked up at me bewildered. “Trust me--- go.” I added.

She quickly darted out the door before it even closed and I followed behind her. “You actually listened to me.” I said stunned.

“I smelled the blood.” she said. What the hell, there’s no way she could smell it, I thought. I begin to wonder if she wasn’t human ether, but I knew there was no way. She had a heart beat, she couldn't be like me.

“People can’t smell blood.” I contradicted.

“Well, I can.” She said, “That’s what makes me sick. It smells like rust… and salt.”

Once again I didn’t realize I was staring at her while I tried to figure her out.

“What?” she asked.

“It’s nothing.” I said.

Just then Mike came into the office. He looked at me with pure detest and then at Bella.

“You look better.” he accused. Of course she’s better, now that the flawless Edward Cullen was with her.

“Just keep your hand in your pocket.” she warned.

“It’s not bleeding anymore. Are you going back to class?” he asked.

“Are you kidding? I’d just have to turn around and come back.” She pointed out.

He asked her about a trip to the beach they where all making this Saturday. He then glared at me. Clearly I wasn’t invited, which didn’t bother me.

“See you in gym.” Mike said as he left.

“See you.” Bella replied. “Gym.” she groaned.

“I can take care of that.” I said as I moved to her side and whispered in her ear, god she smelled so good. ”Go sit down and look pale.” I muttered. Which shouldn’t be hard because she was naturally almost as pale as me. I went over to the desk and worked my dazzling skills to get her, and myself, the rest of the school day off.

I walked back over to her, ether she was really exhausted or a good actor because she look awful, but she was still beautiful. “Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?” I asked with sarcasm, but I was secretly hoping she’d let me carry her again.

“I’ll walk.” she said as she carefully stood up. I was ready to catch her if she fell, but she was fine. She walked towards the door as I held it open for her with a polite, yet mocking smile. “Thanks” she said as she walked outside in to the cool damp air. It was now raining.

“Anytime.” I said, still smiling.

“So are you going this Saturday, I mean?” she asked, her eyes were full of hope. I didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Where are you all going, exactly?” I asked, I was considering going just so I could be with her.

“Down to La Push. To First Beach.” Damn I thought. Us Cullen’s had a treaty with the Quileute tribe, and we weren’t allowed to set foot on their land. I couldn’t go. Besides I obviously wasn’t invited. I looked down at her.

“I really don’t think I was invited.” I said.

“I just invited you.” She said, still with a bit of hope in her expression.

“Let’s say you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We don’t wan him to snap.” I actually quite enjoyed that thought.


We were near the parking lot now. She vered left to head towards her truck. I quickly caught her jacket, and yanked her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked outragged. I know she couldn’t possibly believe I was gone to let her drive in her condition! I was still holding on to her jacket.

“I’m going home.” she said confused.

“Didn’t you hear me promise to take you safely home? Do you think I’m going to let you drive in your condition?”

“What condition?” And what about my truck?” she complained.

“I’ll have Alice drop it off after school.” I said as I towed her by her jacket back towards my car.

"Let me go!” she instead, but I ignored her comand as she stumbled along sideways. Once we reached the car I freed her, she stumbled against the passenger door. “You are so pushy!” she grumbled.

“It’s open.” I said as I climbed into the drivers side.

“I am perfectly capable of driving myself home!” She stood by the car obviously pissed with me, it was adorable. Outside the car it was now pouring, she was getting drenched.

I rolled down the window and leaned toward her across the seat.

“Get in, Bella.” She was being childish now. She didn’t answer, I could tell by her face she was trying to figure out if she could make a mad dash for her truck with out me catching her. “I’ll just drag you back.” I threatened hoping it didn’t come to that. With her luck she would slip on the wet ground trying to run from me and crack her head open if she tried.

She finally got into the car, drenched. The rain water made her smell amazing. Not her blood, but her natural scent. Impure thoughts went through my head as I took in her smell. At that moment I was glade she could didn’t have a gift like mines. I had never had thoguhts like these about a woman before, espcially not a huma woman. It was very new to me, and I quite enjoied it. I would have been embaressed if she knew just how ungentelmely these thoughts that i was having were.

“This is completely unnecessary.” she said braking me out of my thoghuts. I was glade she did, a few more minutes of that and I wouldn't have been able to stay in control. I didn’t answer her. Instead I turned up the heater in order to warm her up and turned the music down. I then made my way out of the parking lot.

“Clair de Lune?” she asked in a surprised tone.

“You know Debussy?” I asked, just as surprised that she actually knew it.

“Not well,” she admitted, “My mother plays a lot of classical music around the house--- I only know my favorites.”

“It’s one of my favorites too.” She seemed to be relaxing. “What’s your mother like?” I asked suddenly.

“She looks a lot like me, but she’s prettier,” she said. I raised my eyebrows. There was no way anyone could be anymore beautiful than the girl who sat in my passenger seat less then two feet away from me. “I have too much Charlie in me. She’s more outgoing then I am, and braver. She’s irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and she’s a very unpredictable cook. She’s my best friend.” There is no way this girl is young enough to be in high school, I thought. She seemed to be getting depressed by talking about her mother. Judging what I heard in her sleep at night, she missed her immensely.

“How old are you, Bella?” I asked. As I stopped the car in front of her house.

“I’m seventeen.” she responded, a little confused.

“You don’t seem seventeen.” she begin to laugh. How I loved that sound. “What?” I asked with a smile.

“My mom always says I was born thirty-five years old and that I get more middle-aged each year.” she said with a laugh. She then sighed. “Well, someone has to be the adult.” she added. She diffiently missed her mom. “You don’t seem much like a junior yourself.” she pointed out.

I quickly changed the subject, I mean how was I supposed to tell her I didn’t seem seventeen because I was really a hundred and seven year old vampire? “So why did your mother Marry Phil.” I asked. It took her a moment to answer.

“My mother… she’s very young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel even younger. At any rate, she’s crazy about him.”

“Do you approve.”

“Does it matter?” she replied, “I want her to be happy…and he is who makes her happy.”

Could she be anymore perfect, beautiful, smart, and a heart of gold. With every horrible thing I’ve ever done there was no way I deserved someone so pure and perfect. It made me think if by some chance we made this work would her mother approve if they found out the truth about me?

“That’s very generous… I wonder” I mused.


“Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your choice was?” I asked looking into her perfect chocolate eyes. Her heart begin to race to an irregular beat, as it always did when I looked into her eyes.

“I-I think so,” she stuttered, “But she’s the parent, after all, It’s a little bit different.”

“No one too scary then.” I teased. She smiled her perfect smile at me.

“What do you mean by scary?” she asked, “Multiple facial piercing and extensive tattoos?” she begin to laugh her intoxicating laugh. I couldn’t stop from laughing with her.

“That’s one definition I suppose.” If she only knew what I really meant.

“What’s your definition?” she asked, but I ignored the question.

“Do you think that I could be scary?” I asked with a faint smile. She seemed to think about it before responding.

“Hmm… I think you could be, if you wanted to.” she finally answered.

“Are you frightened of me now?” I asked with a serious tone.

“No.” She had answer so quickly, she hadn't even thoguht about it. She obviously had no fear of me what so ever. My smile returned.

“So, now are you going to tell me about your family? It has to be a much more interesting story than mine.” she asked.

“What do you wan to know?”

“The Cullen’s adopted you, correct”

“Yes.” She hesitated for a moment, and I knew what she was gone to ask.

“What happen to your parents?”

“They died many years ago.” I answered. Honestly I didn’t remember much about them, except that they died of Spanish Influenza.

“I’m so sorry.” she mumbled.

“I don’t really remember them that clearly. Carlisle and Esme have been my parents for a long time now.”

“And you love them.”

“Yes.” I said with a smile. “I couldn’t imagine two better people.” I added

“You’re very lucky.”

“I know.”

“And your brother and sister.” she asked. I then realized something when she mentioned them. Shit what time is it I thought to myself. I glanced at the clock on the dash.

“My brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter, are gone to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me.” I really didn’t want to go though.

“Oh, sorry, I guess you have to go.” She didn’t seem to want this to end ether.

“And you probably want your truck back before Chief Swan gets home.” I grinned trying to make her and myself feel better about our goodbyes.

“I’m sure he’s already heard. There are no secrets in Forks.” she sighed. I laugh because I knew she was right.

“Have fun at the beach…good weather for sunbathing.” I said hoping that’s all she would be doing. That way there was little she could do to get herself hurt or find trouble. She was gone to be in a place I couldn’t protect her, so I knew I’d be worried about her all day Saturday.

“Won’t I see you tomorrow?” she asked.

“No. Emmett and I are starting the weekend early.”

“What are you going to do?” There she goes again, being curious as a cat, but being incredibly adorable while doing so. There was a hint of disappointment to her tone. I was just as disappointed, but I was going to hide it.

“We’re going to be hiking in Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainer.” I answered.

“Oh, well have fun.” I could tell she was trying to be enthusiastic, but she didn’t fool me. It was very cute. I was once again smiling, it seemed like when I was with her I couldn’t stop smiling. Is this what it feels like to fall in love? If so I hope it never ends.

“Will you do something for me this weekend?” I asked looking her straight in the face so she’d know I was serious. She nodded. “Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything. All right?” I said with a smile.

“I’ll see what I can do.” she snapped as she jumped out the car and into the rain. She slammed the door, but I wasn’t mad. She saw I kept smiling as I drove away. It took everything I had to restrain from kissing her goodbye. I had never been turned on by an infuriated woman, but low and be hold I was. She was the most beautiful when she angry with me. Maybe I was a masochist after all.