HE LIKES ME, HE LIKES ME NOT
‘obsessed’ that’s what my friends called me. I’m obsessed with this wonderful guy since the first time I laid my eyes on him, I have tried my best to appear extremely friendly towards him but he always managed to shut me up. Can I win his heart or he will keep away from me.
A/N: SO THIS IS MY SECOND EDWARD AND BELLA FIC. AND I HOPE YOU WILL LIKE THIS ONE… WORDS IN ITALICS FROM TWILIGHT PAGE 494
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Days... I'm very anxious; it's only three days before the prom. No guy has ever asked me yet for the ball. My friends already have their dates. Alice already has Jasper as well as Rosalie has Emmett. I decided not to go if no one asks me to be his date.
Then I remember Edward. I wasn't sure if he has a prom date already. If I would take the first move, he might get annoyed again. But then again what's wrong in asking if he has a date or not. It's not as if I'm asking him to marry me, right? So I take a deep breath, and then approached him
. “Edward, are you going to the prom?” I asked shyly
“Prom? I'm not sure. Maybe, not.” he said not annoyed but quiet surprised.
“Okay, bye. I was just asking.” Then I went back to my seat.
I was in dismay when he said that he wasn’t going. I thought to myself that going to the prom won’t be such a good idea. In fact I don’t know how to dance. So I just made up my mind not to attend prom and stay at home instead.
Finally classes were over. While putting some of my books in my locker someone patted my shoulder. It was Edward.
“Bella are you going to the prom?” he asked.
“What?” I asked nervously.
“I would like to ask you as my prom date, if only you will go.” He said seriously.
“I thought… I thought you were not coming,” I muttered.
“I would love to go…with you.” He spoke with such genuine in his velvety voice.
“Are you sure? I thought you don’t like me.” I asked him one more time.
“Honestly I like you. And I hope you’ll come with me at the prom.”
So Edward and I go to the prom together.
While we were dancing he changed direction, spinning me to the crowd to the back door.
As soon as we are alone, he swung me up to his arms, and carries me across the dark grounds till he reached the bench beneath the shadow of madrone trees. He sat there keeping me cradled against his chest.
We were quiet for a minute; he stared at the moon an I stared at him.
“Bella?” he spoke seriously.
“Yes,” I was suddenly nervous.
“I really want to tell you this before,” he looked at me. “I love you, I avoided you before because thought if I confessed my feelings for you, you will toy my heart.”
“I will never do that.” I murmured.
“I know, that’s why I want to ask you this question that I want to utter for a very long time,” he took a deep breath then continued “will you be my girlfriend?”
I leaned to him and kiss him as my silent answer.
We stayed there for half an hour I think then he suddenly pulls me and tow me to the music room where the piano is placed. He played again the lullaby he once played for me before…
“You inspired this one,” he said while playing the sweetest piece I’ve ever heard. When the song ended I can’t help myself but to hug him and cry.
“Why are you crying?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m just happy.” True I’m happy because finally, I’ve won the heart of the man I love.