It's summer camp! great. Bella really likes Edward. But she doesn't know if he likes her. Based on a true story. Really cute and fluffy.
This is based on a true story All this stuff happened to me! All human Enjoy!!!
2. Field Trip
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“Ahhh! You scared me!” I said sarcastically, quoting him from before. He smiled, and we went back inside.
15 minutes later
We were starting an art activity: water coloring.
I felt brave and went to sit by Edward at one of the tables. He was at the head of the table, Emmet and I were on opposite ends of him. By now there were at least 15 kids here. All of them girls, except for Edward and Emmett.
Alice was engulfed in a conversation with some other girls about shoe's and some other so called “necessities”. As we started colouring, Edward and I started talking.
“So, what school do you go to?” He asked. I started getting my hopes up. Maybe we go to the same school!
“Um, Forks Middle. You?” I asked.
“Saint Stephine's.” he said meekly.
Disappointment flooded me. Of course he went to a private school.
“Cool.” I responded blandly.
We are playing a drama game.
We have to get in a group and make a story, then explain it to the others.
I try to reach out for Edward, but Alice grabs me.
As we sat down to watch the two boys, Emmet started giggling.
He held out a picture of an alien.
“ (giggle) Poo Shoes ( giggle) Fart...” Emmet said, barely able to talk. He was staring at his shoes, and laughing like there was no tomorrow. The teacher widened her eyes.
After the third time I heard “Poo Shoes”, I gave up.
Instead, I started looking at Edward.
He was just standing there blushing, chuckling every so often. His messy hair was slightly more out of control the usual, like he had been running his hands through his red locks. His lips were up-turned in a way I could tell was trying to hide his embarrassment. Can't blame him, though. If I was up there, I would be as bright as a tomato.
After about 5 minutes of Emmett's unintelligible blabbering, and my ogling of Edward's perfection – they were done.
He sat down beside me.
Insert awkward silence.
“You, peed on a fence!” I whispered. Trying to “break the ice” as many have done before me.
“Excuse me !” He Screamed/whispered. His face immediately burst out into a cute little blush.
“Be quiet you two!” The teacher told us.
I gazed up at him the sight was quite amazing.
Edward was looking down at his lap, his eyes as wide as saucers, and the blush on his face only intensified. After a moment his eyes grew darker – if that's even possible. He sent such a fierce glare at Alice, that it made shivers go down my spine.
But it didn't seem to effect her, because she just smiled and winked.
He peered at me and blushed.
I really like Edward.
THE NEXT DAY
We have a field trip today. We are going up to this giant cliff so we can sketch the scenery. We packed up some paper and some crayons, and then we were off.
As we were walking, Edward and I started talking. “So, you like drawing?” I asked him. “Nope.” He answered. I was confused. “Do you like drama?” I asked. “Nope.” He replied. I was stumped. I turned to face him.
“Then why are you here?” I asked. He smiled a crooked smile.
“My mom made me do it with my sister.” He explained. Simple enough.
“Why are you here?” He asked, looking down.
“Oh, My mom said I have to do something in summer break.” I told him. He smiled slightly.
“Do you like it?” He asked, lifting his gaze from the ground. “I suppose. You?” I questioned him.
“Well, I didn't at first, but thanks to someone, I'm really starting to enjoy myself.” He said, looking me in the eyes. My heart fluttered.
He is so perfect.
We finally made it to the cliffs. There was just one obstacle left: A dirt path going almost completely veritcally up. AKA: My worst enemy. Edward started making the torturous hike, then noticed I was not moving.
“I can't.” I simply said. He was a few steps ahead of me when he did the unthinkable. He held out his hand. “Come one. You can hold my hand.” He said with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back. I took his hand and we started up the hill.
I was surprised I made it up alive.
The sight was breathtaking. All around was a nice lush green colour. See, I've seen plenty of green in my life – since I live in Forks. But this...was different. The trees were all old and graceful, their bark a deep mahogany. I was still in awe when I saw Edward sit down on a flat boulder.
I pulled up a seat beside him and started drawing. Everybody found different things to do: Alice was assessing the teacher's fashion sense, “tsk”– ing every so often. Emmet was killing ants and screaming “Die ants, die!!”. Something tells me he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Edward was focusing on drawing his picture, and I was staring at him. Yes I know, very unlike me.
Since we had to draw something – I sketched his face. Making sure to get the angle of his jaw, and the a emerald fierceness of his eyes. I even dressed him in a cute shirt and tie combo.
Wow, Alice moment!
I was so into the picture, that I didn't notice Edward peer onto my paper. He chuckled and lifted his head up and murmured :“I'm not that good looking.” I looked up into his blazing green eyes. “Oh, please. This picture is just a pale comparison to how beautiful you are.” I said without thinking. I gasped.
Did I just say that?
I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn't move. I could feel my face heat up in a blush.
“Here,” He said awkwardly. “I drew something too.” He held up a picture of a beautiful brown-haired girl. “Is that -” I started but he cut me off. “Your beautiful.” He said with a blush. I wasn't having any of that. I took his face into my hands. “Thank you.” I said softly. Our faces were centimeters apart. (A/N: Canadians Forever!!!)
“Die, stupid ants!!!” Emmet shrieked, effectively ruining our potentially romantic moment. Edward chuckled and pulled away. After ten minutes of awkward drawing, it was time to pack up.
There it was: The Hill of Death.
“You can do it.” Edward whispered in my ear. I took a deep breath. As I made my way down, Jessica-The Tramp-Stanley stuck her foot out.
I tumbled down the whole entire one and a half mile hill, hitting rocks and of the such on the way down. When I finally stopped, I heard Edward calling my name. I stood up and started walking to him. Well, running was more like it. When I reached him, he whisked me into a huge, bone crushing hug.
“Are you okay?” He asked, looking worried.
“Yes, I'm fine. My hand just stings a little.” I assured him, and sure enough, some of my skin peeled off my hand. Nothing too bad. Edward blew out a big breathand smiled. We started walking back to the recreation center.
After about ten minutes of walking, Edward broke the silence. “I think you should check your legs for injuries.” He suggested. I did just that.
I pulled up my left pant leg...nothing out of the ordinary.
Then I pulled up the right. There was a stream of blood from a giant gash on my knee. It led all the way to my ankle, where the blood stained my sock.
Then everything went black.
“Bella?!” Edward called. I slowly opened my eyes. There I was lying on the floor of the art room with Edward on my side, holding my hand. My knee was bandaged up nice and tight, but all I could focus on was that hand Edward had in his grasp. Edward looked so worried. It was like somebody got hurt.
Oh wait, that's me.
“How did I get here?” I asked sleepily.
“Well, you passed out and I carried you here.” He said blushing again. It was so cute.
“You didn't have to do that.” I told him. “I'm not the size of your average backpack. “ I said with chuckle. “You're nothing,” He said.“ Once I had to carry Emmet for like 5 miles.” He explained. (A/N: That was for my American peeps.)
“Let's just say he isn't exactly on a diet.” That made me laugh. “That's better!” He exclaimed. His eyes locked with mine, and an uncomfortable silence filled the room.
“You really scared me.” He told me meekly, looking at the ground.
Not gonna fly with me.
I lifted up his chin with my hand. “Thanks.” I said. My lips brushed his cheek softly. It was like a lightning bolt when through my lips. I put my fingers on my mouth and giggled.
Edward smiled and gave me a hug.
That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Masen.