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Who's He?

In this story Bella is torn between two guys, but will she pick the right one?

I hope you like it. This is my first fan fic so please review!

9. Rain

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I stepped out of the front door hopelessly. Me and Jake couldn’t do anything together today, the game was on and he couldn’t miss it. If I stayed at hope with him though I would just go out of my mind, if I cant do sports then I certainly cant watch it . How can people play one game for over an hour and not get bored out of their minds, and how can people watch it for over an hour with out being bored out of their minds.

I had no idea whatsoever of what to do today, something that would hopefully distract me from the awful, remaining thoughts of last night. Even though I didn’t feel sad anymore it still bugs me how stupid and hopeless I am.

I walked down the winding road with my head down and my hood up. I didn’t look up to see where I was going, I just stared down at my feet and sunk into random thought. I didn’t know where I was walking to, just where I was walking from. The tree’s toward high over me and the road as I walked, like they had eyes and where watching my every move.

It could have been hours or minutes that I had been walking, when I finally came across the same parking lot that me and Jake had been to the first day we had come here. The hiking parking lot was deserted and lonely, it almost looked neglected. There was litter piled high in the corners and spare tyre wheels scattered around.

I stopped and looked at the exact spot where I had first seen that boy. Even though he wasn’t there I found myself just staring and wondering what it must be like for all the girls he’s kissed and gone out with and what misery they must be in now.

I couldn’t stand here all day, like some loony. If anyone drove past they would think I’m crazy, staring at some empty parking space. I made my way to the trail that lead up to the forest. When I got there I walked slowly to prevent myself from tripping, as I knew I would do anyway. The sun shone through the separation in the tree’s and made patterns on the forest floor.

I pulled my hood down, with my one spare arm, as the day became hotter, I had been walking aimlessly for three hours. Although things in my head still weren’t cleared I did feel much better, like a weight had been lifted of my shoulders. I know I acted incredibly stupid last night, but what girl wouldn’t. The platinum-blonde haired girl was so beautiful, and who’s self-esteem wouldn’t shatter at one look.

One single drop of water landed on my head as a thunderstorm came on. I pulled my hood back, again with my one spare arm, and ran to the nearest tree to me for shelter. The rain poured down at didn’t stop either. I couldn’t just stand here all day stuck under one tree, what harm was a little water anyway.

I stepped out from the shelter and held my breath as big rain drops came down on my hood. But I wasn’t going to go home, my head still wasn’t cleared as best as I would like it to be. I had to face Jake worry free, unless I burst into tears again.

I saw out of the corner of my eye a clearing in the tree’s and all I wanted to do now was get drenched in rain. So why shouldn’t I? The clearing led to a meadow, it was amazing. It was filled with pink, yellow and white flowers. It was like something out of a fairytale, I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. If this is what it looked like in the rain then what did it look like in the sun. My eyes averted from the amazing scenery to the middle of the meadow. This amazing scenery had finally cleared my mind totally, but it all came back quicker as I saw what was lying in the middle of it. THE boy was lying in the middle of the meadow and even though it was a triennial thunder storm, it looked like he had no worries.

He was wearing a grey coat with a blue shirt underneath, his beautiful copper hair was soaking wet but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest. I couldn’t even start to describe what his breathtaking face was like, his eyes where closed and deep in thought. I thought I was crazy just staring at an empty parking space but this beyond mad.

My knee’s knocked together and I found myself falling to the ground, hitting it with a thump. I quickly got up and brushed myself off to find that the godlike boy was now standing up and looking straight at me. Oh god! What the hell was I supposed to do now, just walk off. I couldn’t do that and, well, I couldn’t just go and say, ‘Hi my names Bella’ either. The silence became awkward, but the boy seem to think so, he just stood there motionless, looking at me. In fact it didn’t even look like he was breathing.

“Are you ok?” he said finally.

Well if I wasn’t ok then didn’t he think I would be lying on the floor, screaming in pain by now! Obviously not.

“Um….Yeah,” My voice was nothing but a whisper, which was meant to be louder. “I do that quite a lot, its nothing,” I said, not wanting the awkward silence again.

Even though the rain was still pouring from the sky, he still remained there, move-less and it didn’t look like he was going to move anytime soon. I was just turning around when he spoke up, like he didn’t want me to leave.

“I’m Edward,” his voice was like velvet.

Could he be the Edward that helped Jake last night. No, he cant be, but it made sense. He was at the same restaurant we were at and offered to help Jake out. Oh, great, now he’s going to think I’m mad because of the car incident, that I’m a drug addict or something. Speaking to him was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment.

“I’m Bella,” I said and walked closer to him, exposing myself to the rain. I was already wet, so what would it matter if I just got even more wet.

Ok, big mistake, the rain just soaked my clothes and was now laying cold and wet on my skin.

“Well I better go,” I said looking at the cloudy sky. “I might get sick or something.” I walked off without looking at him.

That must have been the most embarrassing moment in my life. I could still feel his molten-brown eyes boring into the back of my head, but I avoided looking back at him. I couldn’t face it, I felt humiliated just to think of him. I’ve made such a fool out of myself and couldn’t face anymore of it.

I trudged back through the sheltered forest, hopelessly falling over more than once. My mind relapsed on the event that had just happened, playing it over and over again. All I wanted was to get back to the cottage and out of the way of seeing him again.

It came to me then, has he been stalking me? I mean after the first day at the forest parking lot he’s been after me, the restaurant, after the restaurant and then now! Oh, god, I’m getting paranoid, this honeymoon was supposed to be for relaxing but all I’ve done is worry.

I was halfway through the forest and deep in thought when I heard foot steps behind me, please don’t let it be Edward. I held my breath and stopped hopefully.

“Let me walk you home. I brought an umbrella,” his voice was so musical and inviting it was hard to say no. Wait, if he brought an umbrella then why hadn’t he used it earlier instead of getting soaking wet! Its people like this that really confuse me.

I turned me head to find his eyes staring into mine, so magically, like a fairytale. He put the mini black umbrella up and held it over me, hoping that I would say yes. But how could I not?

“Ok,” my voice was thick, “Thank-you.”

We walked in silence for ten minutes until we came to the forest parking lot. The raindrops hit the umbrella hard, like it was never going to stop, just carry on, until the whole world was nothing but one big sea. God, I’m going crazy, save me, please!

“How did you break your arm? My father, Carlisle, told me you came to see him,” So Dr Cullen’s real name Carlisle. Wait, Edward was asking about me! Or did Carlisle just tell him all the patience he has seen every day? No, he didn’t seem like that kind of man, so, he was asking about me. Why?

“Yeah, I did see him. I was down at La Push playing volley ball with a couple of Jake’s friends, when I fell onto some branches and rocks,” I still wanted to know why he was asking about me, was he a assassin or stalker? Whatever it is, it’s seriously creeping me out, the last thing I wanted was a mad man on my case.

I had to ask him about last night, now that he new me properly the last thing I want him to thing about me is that I’m weird. Although he probably already did, who wouldn’t? But before I even opened my mouth to ask, he spoke.

“Is Jake your boyfriend then?”

“No….Husband. We’re on our honeymoon,” My mouth was opening mechanically now, even though I didn’t want it to.

“So where is he now then?” he asked as if to tell me something.

“Watching the game,” I said, I knew this was the only day or our honeymoon that he wouldn’t be with me, so Edward had nothing to point out.

The silence grew again, I desperately wanted to tell him about last night but was too scared. What if he did thing I was addicted just by telling him I wasn’t, but I have to tell him either way.

“Edward….,” I said slowly, “about last night. I saw you at ’La Bella Italia’ and I know you saw me run out, in tears. You also helped Jake get the car open. I just want you to know that I’m not one of those alcoholic’s, or whatever, whatever you thought was wrong.”

I waited patiently for his response, knowing that it would be bad. It was probably something like ’I know. Now, lets get you the doctors to get you helped’. Yeah, now I have really made a fool of myself.

“I never thought that in the first place,” he said, with a hint of laughter.

Now that wasn’t the answer I was expecting, at all.

“Then what did you think?” The confusion was mounting up in my head.

“Well, I just thought you where sick,” he said going for the obvious answer.

I never thought of that. How typical of me to come up with the wildest (and the most embarrassing) idea‘s.

“But if you’re here now then your not sick. So why did you run out of the restaurant?”

Telling him the answer was not going to happen, and I just couldn’t. That was way more embarrassing than saying I was a alcoholic or drug addict. No, I couldn’t tell him, never.

“Oh, its nothing,” I tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, but it came out as if it was an even bigger deal. One thing I’m sure is that I’m not going to get out of this one.

“It didn’t look like nothing,” he inviting voice made me want to tell him about the whole honeymoon never mind just last night.

But I couldn’t tell him that one look at his girlfriend made my self-esteem go all the way down to zero, that would make me sound - when the hell did I give a damn about what other people thought anyway. I never have, so why should I start now.

“Your not going to want to know,” I gave him one last chance to walk away, but he just had to know didn’t he.

“Don’t worry you can tell me,” his musical voice was so pure, it was unnatural.

“Well last night, when Jake was in the rest room I was looking around at the beautiful decoration in the restaurant. That’s when I saw you and your ‘girlfriend’ even though I saw you with another one the other day,” I heard a chuckle beside me, but I just ignored it. “One look at her and it made my self-esteem turn to nothing. I felt ugly and unwanted, I felt useless.” I held my breath and waited for him to answer, not knowing what it would be.

“Alice and Rosalie aren’t my girlfriends,” he laughed to himself again, “they’re my sister’s.”

“Oh,” How could I be so stupid. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks causing me to blush deeply. I tried to hide my face away from Edward to prevent anymore embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to be so horrid I just jumped to conclusions.”

“Its ok. But, you are beautiful and I cant believe you would feel so low just by looking at Rosalie, your just as pretty as she is, but more. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself, and start caring more, you really are breathtakingly beautiful,” you could tell in his voice that he was telling no lies, which I couldn’t understand.

I looked the complete other way to prevent Edward looking at my beetroot face. How could a stranger which I hardly even knew tell me I’m ’breathtakingly beautiful’?

“Rosalie normally does that to people,” I could feel his eyes boring into the back of my turned head.

I stopped just outside the cottage and looked straight at him.

“Thank-you, for the umbrella and the advice,” my voice came out uneven and I could feel my face heating up.

“Your welcome,” he held my gaze in a way which made my knee’s knock again, but, thankfully, I held myself up.

I walked in the front door and could still feel his eyes on me, I didn’t turn around, knowing I was still immensely red. This has been one of the most weirdest days in my life.