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justagirlswrld · 30 days ago

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Ephemeral.

a/n: i was looking for some edward cullen fics and decided to write one because i couldn’t get this plot out my head(most likely been done but oh well my turn). this is my first piece of writing that i’ve shared so feed back is welcomed! don’t be a asshole though.

summary: ephemeral- e·phem·er·al- lasting for a very short time.

warnings: long asf. sorry for errors. edward cullen/jacob black. not a lot of Y/N use. fem!reader, teen!reader, slight witch!reader. maybe ooc, kind of movie and book. reader is “older” then eddy. jacob is aged up to bella’s age. au where jacob isn’t a creep. edward has more than one sperm. no explicit sex scenes but sexual intercourse/loss of virginity implied. angst? not sure if this counts as mature content but added a warning just to be sure. hope you enjoy.

The day you met Edward Cullen was cold, wet and dark.

Since you were born and raised in Forks you always assumed that this was the small town’s default weather but today’s rain was plentiful and unforgiving.

Your dad honked the car’s horn again as you hurriedly slipped on the rain boots your mother gifted you for your 15th birthday. You grabbed your umbrella and dashed out the front door before jumping into the back seat of your parent’s BMW.

It was the first day of sophomore year and they wanted to make sure they sent you off personally. You weren’t complaining about it though. Most kids your age would probably moan or groan about the frequent hugs or kisses on the cheek from your parents but with your dad being a traveling physician and your mom being one of the few doctors at Fork’s hospital you cherished the limited interactions with them.

You didn’t think they’d be able to send you off, let alone drop you off at school anyway. You assumed you’d be riding the musty, yellow school bus. You couldn’t contain your smile as you talked idly with your parents from the backseat and watched the rain and emerald trees fly by from the window.

You would’ve been nervous if you hadn’t grown up with most of your peers or if your best friend, Nina, wasn’t waiting for you in front of the school. A red umbrella protected her from the rain but her thin, grey jacket didn’t do much against the cold, you could see her teeth chattering from the backseat. You kissed your parent’s cheeks and told them goodbye before jumping onto the wet concrete.

Nina’s hair fell in soft, inky tendrils down her back and you made sure not to make a mess of them when you two hugged. She smelled like lilacs as you told her how much you missed her and she returned the sentiment.

You and Nina had been inseparable since diapers, your grandmothers were best friends before Nina’s grandma passed a few years ago. You didn’t get to see much of Nina this summer since your grandma wanted you to take the witch side of your heritage more seriously.

You complained to Nina in a hushed whisper about your grandma making you spend all summer picking different plants for her elixirs as you walked through the big, doors of Forks high school. Nina filled you in about her summer on the reservation as you stuffed unneeded items in your locker.

You two ended up parting ways; Nina going to social studies and you to math. Time seemed to fly by and before you knew it was time for lunch.

You sat in the back of the loud cafeteria with Nina and a four other girls you knew. When you plopped down in your seat you were instantly pulled into the excited chatter. “Did you see the new boy?” , Amanda (you were pretty sure that was her name) asked as she unpeeled an orange.

All eyes turned to you. “Uh, no”, you ate a spoonful of apple sauce, “I didn’t know there was a new boy.” This sent the girls into a frenzy, all five of them talking over each other to describe this mysterious new boy. You caught some of what they were trying to tell you. Tall, quiet, handsome but you had to scrunch your face up and shake your head when you caught the word freshman.

Nina rolls her eyes at you, “Oh, yeah. Y/N likes her men older.” It was your turn to roll your eyes but you didn’t deny it, even though the oldest (and only) boy you ever spoke to romantically was only a year older. Amanda(you think) shrugs her shoulders. “More for me then”

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

The dismissal bell rang faster than you thought it would. You walk Nina to the bus and give her a parting hug as she promised to call you later. The squeak of your wet shoes was the only sound that accompanied you on your walk to the music room.

Your parents had a rule that you had to have an after school activity and you decided not to go with volleyball this year and instead would take piano. Playing the piano was nothing new to you. Your grandfather taught you the basics and a doleful lullaby before he passed, your father taught you the rest. You didn’t mind honing your skills, especially since you were only able to play a few days this summer.

Your instructor, who was also the 12th grade science teacher, had left a note on the door saying he’d be late so you made yourself comfortable on the bench in front of the large, ebony piano. You stretched your legs and cracked your neck and fingers. You poke two manicured fingers on the keys closest to you. Two sweet notes fill the air.

Once you were settled you took a deep, shaky breath as nervousness crept into your mind. Don’t they say if you don’t use it you’ll lose it? You thought, mind once again going to the limited amount of practice you had this summer. But you swallowed that down and with no other worrying thoughts you began to play.

Relief flooded through you, your fingers pulled to the keys like they were magnets. The sounds coming from the piano were literally music to your ears. Soon you were in your own world, the pitter patter from the rain fell into the background as you continued playing the haunting tune on the piano. When your fingers finally stilled you were startled by the sound of clapping from behind you. You jumped about thirty feet in surprise and whirled around to see who had frightened you. The scowl on your face instantly disappeared.

Ethereal was the first word that came to mind when you took him in. With his perfect,bronze hair and chiseled jaw he looked like he stepped out from the pages of The Odyssey. It seemed like his lithe framed towered over you from your place on the bench. The boy peered down at you through thick lashes. A smile was on his full lips but his eyes were serious. Why haven’t I seen him sooner? This can’t be the new boy.

“Hello”

You mirror the greeting.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jubilation laces his smooth voice, like he told a joke you hadn’t caught on to. “I heard the music and had to see who was playing.”He holds out a pale hand for you to shake. “I’m Edward Cullen.” His grip is strong and his hand is freezing from the frigid weather. You eye the grey peacoat he wears, probably does nothing for the cold. You shake his hand and give him your name. Edward rolls your name around on his tongue, it almost sounds better than the melody you just finished playing.

“Are you new to Forks?”, You hope you sound friendly. “Yes. My family and I just moved here”, he places his hands in his coat pocket. No way he’s a freshman. “That song was beautiful…did you compose it?”, You shake your head, “My grandfather. I watched him play it growing up.” “May I sit?”, Edward asks, studying you with topaz eyes. “Sure.”, You swore you heard a waver in your voice.

Edward takes up so much space on the bench, you didn’t realize how broad his shoulders were when he was standing up. Edward shakes out his hands then begins playing a rich, mournful song of his own. Your eyebrows shoot up as you watch his slender fingers gracefully prance across the keys. Then as soon as he begins he finishes.

“….Dont take this the wrong way are you sure you were born in this time period?.” He laughs and you would’ve said it was the most melodic sound you ever heard but freshman is written on his forehead in red ink. That sly smile returns to his face as he gets up from the bench, it doesn’t reach his eyes. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

You and Edward don’t speak the following weeks. You greet each other with looks and slight head nods but don’t talk again. He’s always with his family; a very muscular boy, a girl with spiky hair, a statuesque blonde and a boy who looks perpetually tormented.

You do notice him in places you didn’t before like the hall, the library, the cafeteria(how he didn’t like lunch food because he never touched his tray)and Geometry. You find yourself (hopefully) secretly studying him. Unfortunately for you he’s handsome. His light eyes, shining hair. The way he doesn’t carry himself like a freshman at all, he reminds you more of a young gentleman. Unfortunately for you he was handsome.

You learn from your mom when she calls you from one night at work to tell you that Dr.Cullen is their adoptive father. “I think it’s amazing that he would give all those children a lovely home.”

That same call is the reason you run into Edward at the hospital.

Your mom forgot her dinner and didn’t want to leave and get anything so your dad thought it would be a good time to let you behind the wheel. When you get to the break room your mom and Dr.Cullen are chatting. They both lounge in plastic chairs, you hug your mom and place the Tupperware on the white table. “Carlisle, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

You and Dr.Cullen smile at each other, he asks you how you are and you do the same. You take in his angular jaw, amber eyes and fair hair. When he’s not looking you and your mom make eye contact. He looks like he should be in movies. “Edward mentioned you played piano.” Your chest warms at that and inwardly you roll your eyes. “Yeah, i’ve been playing for my whole life.” After polite conversation you’re able to escape leave and in your rush you run straight into a wall and land on your butt.

But then a cold, pale hand is reaching out to you and you realize it’s Edward.

“Are you okay?”, his voice sounds like honey. He pulls you back to your feet with one hand and you see his biceps flex in his black shirt. “Yes. Thank you.” At first you two stand there awkwardly, then hesitantly fall into friendly conversation before you two both part ways.

The next two months are filled with studying, crafting elixirs and learning minor spells, Nina and….Edward. He’d become something like a friend…an acquaintance? you’re not sure but somehow you seem to find yourself having conversations with him at school. You’d learned little things about him like his birthday, He was gemini. You were an aries and that made you and him compatible….not that it mattered. He learned things about you like your favorite color and about your cat, rose.

Sometimes he’d come by piano practice and listen for a moment. He’d watch you with an expression you couldn’t read, maybe ask about your day then leave. Edward was just as hesitant as you were to become whatever you were. He’d say stuff like, “I’m not someone you should be friends with” or something else broody and mysterious. You’d roll your eyes and laugh. Edward would laugh too but his eyes always held a seriousness behind them.

Until one bleak day after a long,piano practice you’re walking to your car, listening to your ipod without a care in the world. You trip over a fallen branch before you realize it and you brace yourself to hit the ground. When you open your eyes you’re standing on two feet instead.

Your mind is in a frenzy before you notice the frozen hand on your arm. You fix your headphones, placing them around your neck. Edward’s topaz eyes- not topaz, they were some weirder…darker color. His eyes bore into yours the whole time. “Thanks”, Edward lets you go, “You’re welcome.” You look at the boy, you weren’t sure if that was a good word to describe him. “How did you get over to me so fast?” you ask him curiously. He smiles, eyes hard, “I was behind you. I was calling your name but I guess you couldn’t hear me over the music.”

Edward walks with you to your car, if you could even describe it as walking. He seemed to glide more than anything. Edward opens your door for you and you laugh as you slide into the drivers seat . “You are not 15, how old are you really?” Edward leans on your car, hovering over you. “Why do I always have to defend my age with you?” You look up at him, his hair is disheveled and his dark eyes are trained on you.

“Because I don’t believe you.” He looks at me incredulously, “I’m not 15 because I have manners?”, Edward asks you. A smile playing on his lips. You smile back and don’t hesitate to say “exactly”. He laughs but his voice is stern when he says, “I’m done trying not to be your friend.” For a moment there’s only the sound of birds and bugs.

“Me too.”

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Your grandma had always deemed January 3rd the best day to forage velvet foot mushrooms. This particular January 3rd you were staying with your grandma while your parents were away at a conference. Your grandma lived in a small house in the middle of the woods. The only indicator that there was a house was the long stone walk way, lined by small lights your dad put up. Your parents had offered to buy her a house in town but she refused. She’d said something about working better in the forest.

You knew your grandma would need a lot of mushrooms to make the elixir that soothed the pain in her hands and ankles so you offered to find them for her. You didn’t mind missing school. You laced up your boots, put on your coat and grabbed your basket. You gave your grandma a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back before dark.”, you reassure her.

The sun was beating down on you as you trekked through the woods but it did little to help the cold that seeped through your jacket. You cursed yourself for not bringing your gloves. You thanked god when you stumbled on a patch of velvet feet deep in the woods. You bend down to inspect the mushrooms and begin filling your basket, there’s a comfortable silence. You jump then tense when an inhumane scream too close to where you’re foraging rips through the forest. A few birds fly out the trees but the rest of the animals go silent, or had they been silent the whole time?

A stag bursts through the bushes beside you and you’re knocked on your tailbone, wincing when you hit the hard ground. The stag doesn’t go far, it staggers to the ground some feet away.

It looked like a bear…or wolf had tried to gut it. The animal was covered in blood and more leaked out onto the cold forest floor. You sat in shock as you watched the steam rising from the dying animal. That’s when rustling comes from the same brush. You scramble to your feet, crying out when a sharp pain blossoms in the area you fell on. Confusion overtakes the feeling of pain when a black boot comes through the foliage.

You register bronze hair,a manic expression, coal black eyes and…..shiny skin. Not shiny but dazzling skin. He almost looked like he had been set aflame. you want to cover your eyes or look away but you can’t. you were ensnared in Edward’s trap.

“Ed-Edward?” Is all you manage to strangle out. His head snaps to you, faster than you ever seen anyone move. You stare at each other, you take in his skin, it reminds you of your mother’s diamond earrings dancing in the sun.

Edward doesn’t respond. Everything but his hair, eyes and feet are covered in the stag’s blood. It drips down his hands and covers his mouth in a way that suggests he ran a hand over the bottom half of his face. Finally he’s able to look away from you and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Edward lets out a pained sound that sends more birds soaring from the trees before running away. The gust of wind leaves your hair flying and leaves rustling. You grab the basket of mushrooms from the forest floor before bolting in the direction of your grandmas house.

How was he that fast? You think as you run to the house, trying to ignore the pain in your back. If you can even call what he just did running, if you would’ve blinked you would’ve never seen him leave.

You stumble over branches as your mind races. His skin. Like he was set aflame. You had read about his skin somewhere. You hold onto that thought until you’re finally bursting through the rickety doors of your grandma’s house. You ignore your her screams of “no running!” as you go up the winding staircase two at a time.

When you reach your the small potion room you take long strides until you’re in front of the books thrown haphazardly over her desk. You go through book after book until you found the title you were searching for. Gripping its aged spine you step closer to the light coming from the circular window.

Your grandmother’s bestiary was a thick, worn, book and you knew it well. You read this book from cover to multiple times a day as a kid, entranced by the drawings that seemed to pop off the page and their fanciful colors. You flipped and flipped and flipped until you find the page you’re searching for. Instead of warm hues this page was drawn in white, red, black and grey.

The bits of yellow on the left page helped depict a man shining in the sunlight. it looked like the author had attached real diamonds portray the man’s skin. The page on the right shows a black eyed… person? covered in blood from head to toe. It’s hard to read but you believe Vampyre is written in crude, black letters above both pages. More information is written wherever there’s room on the pages but it’s unintelligible due to age.

You planned to confront Edward the next day at school. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t show. That remained the same for the next week. You kept the book in your bag just incase you ran into him though.

The sky was clear the on the Friday you decided to skip piano lessons and go to Nina’s house instead. Her mom greeted you with a warm hug. Her brown eyes were happy as you two spoke about school and her new job.

You were lying on the couch rereading a horror book when Nina suggested visiting her father on the Quileute reservation. The clock on the end table beside you read 6:00 pm. It would be getting dark soon and you weren’t sure if you should be out late with a Vampyre running around. Against your better judgement you agreed.

The ride to La push was quiet beside the light singing that came from the radio of Nina’s pick up truck. You felt wrong not telling Nina about your suspicions about Edward. There was no secrets between you two and if a vampire was terrorizing Forks she should be the first to know. But you wanted to be sure you weren’t losing your mind first.

There was a great bonfire going when you two arrived, it seemed like everyone was out of their homes and surrounding the inviting fire. They were talking in light conversation, most leaning over to try to warm their fingers from the frigid cold. You recognized some faces from frequenting the reservation with Nina. Like Mr.Billy Black who sat by Nina’s dad and Mr.Blacks son, Jacob. You recognized his friends as well but couldn’t remember their names.

Nina’s father wraps you both up into a big, bear hug. The large man practically lifts both of you off your feet. You and the others around the fire fall into a comfortable conversation. Jacob and his friends have you holding your stomach with laughter. The elders share spine chilling stories about men who can shift from humans to wolves and it has you wondering just how much of it is made up.

When the cool, night air rolls around you and Nina are saying your goodbyes. You hug everyone around the bonfire before departing in her truck. “Call me when you get home! I love you!”, You say while hopping out the passenger seat and onto the rough gravel of your drive way. You notice that your parents cars are gone and the house is pitch black, besides the twinkling light that brightens the porch. Mom and dad must be at work. Nina waves goodbye as she drives away.

You thanked god you didn’t forget your key as you turned it into the lock. The house is cold and you don’t wait for your eyes to adjust as you fumble for the light switch. You wince when you find it and bright lights flood the vast living room. You grab a bottle of water from the kitchen and fill Rose’s bowl, humming a lively tune to yourself the whole time.

When you finally make it upstairs and to your room, you push the door open to reveal a slender figure dressed elegantly in black sitting on your bed. Your reflexes cause you to throw your water bottle at Edward with a yip. He dodges it effortlessly. You scuttle to the far end of room, knocking over trinkets on your desk. His eyes had returned to their original golden color and they watched you intently from his place on the edge of your bed.

You move your lips to ask him how he got in your house but notice the open window beside you l, the white curtains fluttering from the night breeze.

“What are you doing here?”, you try to say as confidently as possible. You were scared out of your mind but he didn’t have to know that. “Why do you smell like a mutt?”, your eyes brows scrunch together in confusion. “What?” Your eyes stay trained on him as you grab your book bag from where it slouched on the leg of your desk. “I’m asking the questions.” You dig in the bag and his stare is unreadable. “And I don’t want any weird, mysterious half answers either.” You finally grasp the bestiary and he watches you flip until you find the two pages you discovered weeks ago.

You tread across the space separating you two, gripping the book by its worn spine. When you reach him you shove the illustrations in his face. “Vampyre- that’s why you were sparkling in the woods. Thats why you’re always freezing! That’s why you don’t act or talk like a 15 year old-“ Edward shakes his head, his perfect, bronze hair never moving out of place. He smirks but his eyes are razor sharp, “You think you figured it out?” He takes the book from your hands, tracing the diamonds depicting the man’s skin- his skin in the sunlight.

you cross your arms indignantly, “Yeah, I do actually.” He flips through the book, it’s a very quick motion. Inhumane. Topaz eyes meet yours and a chill goes down your spine. You wonder if you should find something else to throw.

Edward’s voice is stony, “No one will believe you.” He rises to his full height and looks down at you harshly..maybe with a bit of fear as well. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone….as long as you’re only eating animals.” You tell him, blinking up at him through thick lashes.

He lets out a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh, “If I was feeding on humans who would stop me?!” He flits from in front of you to look out of your large window, a hand resting on the frame. You turn to face him and you hate how..strong his back looked in the moment. “I’m a killer, Y/N” He turns back to you now, his features bathed in pale moonlight. “I can control my….urges but this is why I didn’t want to be…friends with you.” He spits the word out like it burned him.

You don’t respond and only stare at his ashen face. His eyes look go from hard to..vulnerable, soft even. “How do I know you won’t tell anyone?” You walk over to him and take his large, icy hand in yours. You guide him to sit on the edge of the bed beside you. Edward watches you quizzically, you’re sure there was a smart remark on his tongue.

You snap your fingers together and a thick puff of smoke appears, you blush but laugh at the shock on Edwards’s face. “How-“ He starts but you shush him. “That’s not what was supposed to happen.” You try again..and then again and finally when you think you’re just embarrassing yourself a pure, bright light beams from your fingers. You cup the sunlight into the palm of your hand and bring it to you and Edwards’s face.

The light bounces off Edward’s skin and it’s like thousands of diamonds dance in place of his usual pale skin. You don’t think when you place your other hand on his cheek and rub your thumb across his skin. It’s still cold to the touch and hard, like granite.

You drop your left hand and extinguish the light by balling your right hand into a fist. You sit back and Edward stares at you with another unreadable expression. “I’m a witch…not a very good one but still.” You nudge his strong shoulder with yours, “You won’t tell my secret and I won’t tell yours.” And to your surprise Edward agrees with very little argument.

You two spend the rest of the night bouncing questions off each other. Edward is sprawled over your bed, pillow under his head when he tells you that his family are “vegetarians” meaning they only drain animals. “That’s why are eyes are gold,” He explains to you in his silky voice, “If we drank from humans they’d be red.”

You’re propped up against your large, wooden head board when as Edward explains how and why he was turned. “Did it piss you off that I was right about you not being 15?”is your snarly response. Edward actually smiles then mirrors your remark, “Yeah, it did actually.”

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

Since that night you and Edward’s relationship did a 180. You two were no longer reluctant friends but close. You met his family and he met yours. Sometimes they sat with you and Nina at lunch. Well, him, Rosalie and Emmet.

The eccentric one , Alice, didn’t really seem to like you. She seemed to leer at you like she knew something you didn’t. Other times you would skip practice and go to Edward’s beautiful home to watch him play while his skin shimmers in the sun from the expansive windows in the Cullen house.

Edward taught you about vampire gifts and you showed him a few simple elixirs for fun. You taught yourself how to use your powers to block your mind from him but the simple spell took more power than you could manage. Did you really care that Edward could read your mind? Sometimes you felt like he could do it without the powers.

You’d complain to him about school, boys, potions and your parents. And he’d complain about wanting to rip out your math teachers throat. Edward would sneak into your room through your open window some nights and you’d talk until the sun came up. You even played baseball with his family on one stormy day. He explained to from the drivers seat of his Volvo that they had to play during storms to cover up the sound.

“Will you be here for my birthday?” You asked one day when he was driving you home from school. It was March 10th (thirteen days from your 16th birthday) and that meant less gloomy weather and more “camping trips” for the Cullens.

He pulled into your long, empty drive way and you looked at him expectantly. He gave a sheepish look in return. “I’m sorry but we leave today. It’s supposed to be very sunny these next few weeks and Carlisle doesn’t want to risk it.” He emphasizes this by putting his pale hand into the rays of sunlight that entered the car.

You take his shimmering hand in yours, chest turning. You try to keep the disappointment off your face. “Don’t be upset.”, You drop his hand and roll your eyes, “I’m not upset. stay out of my head.” Edward laughs, “Keep your wall up and I wouldn’t be able to get in it.” You don’t tell him that keeping it up for an extending period of time almost had you passing out in gym.

“And anyway, you’ll have Mack or Matt-“, he waves his hand dismissively,”To keep you company.” He has a charming smile on his face, his white teeth gleam just as much as his skin. You try not to smile back and keep a stern tone, “I keep telling you his name is Chris.” But I don’t want Matt or Chris to keep me company, I want you.

You don’t say the rest out loud but you’re confident he heard it anyway with how his eyes flutter to yours. His expression is unreadable. You thought it was unfair that he could dig in your mind but you didn’t know how he was feeling half the time.

Someone calling you name is what pulled you out of your dream and into consciousness during the wee hours of your birthday. The voice was deep, irresistible even- “Edward?” You called, mind still slow and groggy with sleep. You sit up and blink your eyes a few times to help them adjust to the darkness. Edward is sitting beside you on the bed. At first you think you might be dreaming but your brain could never conjure up an image this perfect.

His bronze hair is damp and you guess it’s from the light downpour that was happening outside your window. He smells woodsy and of cologne when you hug him tight. He does the same to you, you don’t say it out loud but you missed Edward while he was gone.

“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Edward pulls the string to turn on the lamp on your night stand. You finally look down and notice a small, velvet box in his alabaster hands. “Thanks. But you didn’t have to get me anything.” You take the box out of Edward’s open hand, shivering when your fingers brush his cold palm. “Yes, I did.” A boyish smile adorns Edward’s face as he watches you open the box and hold up the gold necklace to the faint light.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful.” You motion for him to help you put it on. When his slender fingers brush your neck you’re sure your heart is beating faster than the day you saw him in the woods. Edward’s looking at you with a smoldering expression and you have to tear your eyes away from him. “How much was this?” You begin ranting about how he didn’t have to buy the necklace but he shush’s you when his cold hand reached out and fixes the locket hanging just above the clothed valley of your breasts.

“Don’t worry. Carlisle gave it to me…and now i’m giving it to you.” You grip his shoulder as you get out the bed. Edward watches you as you walk over to your bathroom, thanking him the whole way there. The locket really was beautiful, you couldn’t help but admire it in the bathroom mirror. An image of you kissing Edward flashes into your mind and you blush and groan at yourself.

You’d always thought Edward was handsome but that was a sore topic for you. Albeit he was one of your best friends and you didn’t want to ruin that relationship…..but a kiss couldn’t hurt.

You call his name, fingering the locket around your neck. But when you poke your head out the bathroom he’s gone.

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“What happened to you and Chris?”

“Who’s Chris?” You put down the magazine you were flipping through, a laugh in your voice when you reply to Edward. He sits beside you on the black, leather sofa in his room.

When summer started a few days ago you were sure that you and Edward’s relationship would tank . You were happy you were wrong.

Edward flits off the sofa and over to one of the many shelves filled to the top with cds, his back is to you but you can hear him clearly. “So…you’re only thinking about being with me because you and Chris are over?”, he feigns reading a cd. You feel like he’s genuinely looking for an answer because you actually remembered to put your wall up(even if you did drop it a moment later). You smile lightly at the thought of “being” with Edward.

“For one there was never a me and Chris. Two, I’ve thought about being with you since you walked in on me playing the piano.” You get up and walk over to the wall sized window to hide your blush. You wrap your arms around yourself as you wait for a reply. Edward is behind you in less than a second, cool air accompanies him as his limber body towers over you. His breath on your neck makes the soft hair resting there stand up.

“Good because I was thinking about tearing him apart whenever I passed him in the hallway.” Your skips a beat and you turn to look up at him. “Was Edward Cullen jealous?” You’re sure if he was alive he would’ve blushed, instead a smile paints his full lips. You can’t help but to look at them before meeting his light eyes. “I’ve never felt that emotion”, he says sarcasm lacing his pleasing voice.

You reach out and pull him into a cold hug, your face in his hard pecs. Your mind wanders to how good he looks in the fitted black shirt and grey sweats. You’re ready to let the compliment fly out your lips when Edward’s body goes rigid and he stops breathing. You look up at him the best you can, confusion painting your features. His expression is pained as he takes a step away from you.

“You can’t like me that way.” You deflate a little as you turn back to gaze at the scenery outside his window. Edward’s tone leaves no room for argument, “I’m not the good guy.. i’m a monster.” He doesn’t elaborate and you don’t force him to.

As you peer at the river with your arms crossed and the locket Edward gave you heavy around your neck, you think about how you don’t believe him.

You wave Nina goodbye from your porch and watch as she drives away. The cool morning air causes you to shiver slightly. Your parents were at another convention, this one was in Australia and with you now being 16 your parents felt you were okay to stay at the house alone (you’ve been doing that anyway but that’s neither here nor there).

You decided to stay the night at the reservation with Nina. You smiled to yourself as you think about a joke Jacob told last night, pulling out your house key to unlock the door.

The heavy ,white door swings open and a pale hand catches your arm in a steely grip, pulling you over the threshold and in your living room. Edward has you pressed into his hard chest, engulfing you in scent and it sends your head spinning. Edward’s breathing is hard but his voice is even when he says, “You and Nina were playing with the mutts again.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

You untangle yourself out of his muscular arms and punch his chest, wincing in pain immediately after. But you pull yourself together and make your voice stern, “Didn’t I tell you not call them that?” Edward had caved and ended up telling you about him and his families violent history with the wolves. Now you really knew what it meant when he hurled the word mutt or dog when he was talking about them.

You throw your wall up, eyes trained on Edward as he flops as ungracefully as a vampire can onto your living room couch. He has a smirk on his handsome face, “Its kind of annoying that I can’t read your mind.”

“Vice versa.”,

Edward laughs but your face is stony. “I don’t understand you.”

“I’m a vampire. You’re not supposed to.”, he says in a ‘duh’ type of tone. You sit in the arm chair beside him. You look in his tawny eyes with the most serious face you can muster, “You confuse me. You tell me you’re a monster but pull me into your arms? You tell me I can’t like you that way but hold me until I fall asleep?”

You tear your eyes away from his and put your face in your palms in frustration. You drop your hands and look at him again, his face was solemn but you continued. “I like being your..friend. But if that’s all we’re going to be we need to calm down a little bit..because I like you.” He huffs and looks away for you a moment like he’s gathering his thoughts. For a moment you’re scared (and a little hurt) that he might agree.

“I’m too old for you, Y/N”, he’s using his quiet, seductive voice but his eyes are conflicted. “You’re only a year older than me.” You say confidently. “I’m 86 years older than you.”

You shake your head at him, “No, you’ve been one year older than me for 86 years.” A slight frown comes to Edward’s beautiful face, “Even if that made sense, a person like you.. shouldn’t be with someone like me.” Your eyebrows knit together, “Someone like me?”

Edward lets out an exasperated sigh as leans back onto the couch. His hands fidget on his knees. “You wouldn’t understand, you said it yourself.” It’s your turn to let out a sigh. “Help me understand then!” You’re on your feet, “I can’t read your mind, Edward!” Your voice sounds close to pleading.

He looks at up you through thick lashes from his place on the couch. His voice is soft and you hear the same pleading tone that was in yours. “…You’re alive, you’re good. I am death incarnated. I won’t do anything but hurt you, corrupt you…” Edward shakes his head, “I don’t want this to end badly, you’ve been a good friend to me.” His next sentence makes your heart stutter and causes a shade of red to appear on your cheeks

“But…you happen to be one of the most beautiful women i’ve ever seen.”He’s in front of you in a second, standing tall over you. His golden stare seemed to swallow you whole.

Edward’s cold hand tentatively reaches up to your face, he twirls a piece of loose hair around a slender finger before releasing it. You can’t do anything but stare at his beautiful face. Taking in the way his angular jaw tics, they way his tounge darts out to wet his full lips.

Edward pulls you into his chest, one hand on the back of your head as he presses his face into your hair. He inhales deeply. His breathing is staggered but so is yours as he gazes down at you.

“But I can’t stay away from you”, Edward’s voice comes out in breathless whisper.

Your voice comes out the same. You’re sure if he wasn’t a vampire he wouldn’t have you heard you say, “Then don’t”,

And when Edward kisses you your eyes flutter close and you have to grip his nice, grey sweater to ground yourself. His hands are buried in your hair and he’s making the sweetest noises you’ve ever heard. You’re not sure how long you two stay embraced in each other’s arms but when you do let each other go, you can’t wipe the smile off your face.

The rest of the day is spent in your bed, tangled in Edward’s arms. Edward kisses you hesitantly, you have to make the first move for most of them. “Was the kiss good?” you ask Edward as you lay on the mountain of pillows on your bed, his head on your stomach so your view of his face is obstructed but you can swear that you feel him smile.

He sighs when you run your hand through his unruly hair and begin to massage his scalp, “It was….exhilarating. But that was my first kiss so I don’t have much to compare it to.”

You smile lightly, “Mine too.”

Edward takes you on a date the next day. Your hands are intertwined as he drives his car to your favorite restaurant. He says something about courting coming before kissing and how you make his morals weak. You just give him a kiss on his cool cheek, happy to be in his presence.

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You barrel down the steps, heart racing as you slip on your sandals. You sprint out the door and leap down the porch steps, you fling open Nina’s passenger door and toss yourself into the seat. She looks at you with one dark eyebrow raised and a smirk on her cherry tinted lips. “I think that’s the fastest i’ve ever seen you move.”

You huff as you put your seatbelt on, “You told me you were ready to leave me.” Nina puts the truck in drive, laughing all the while. “But that doesn’t mean almost break your neck getting to the car.-“ , she takes a quick glance at you before turning her eyes back to the road, “I thought Edward said he didn’t want anything for his birthday anyway.”

You reach over to the radio and turn the music up slightly. “He did but this is his first birthday we’re celebrating as a couple and technically our one month anniversary is coming-“ Nina cuts you off with a fake gag, she takes her had off the wheel to act like she’s putting finger down her throat. You laugh, pushing her shoulder slightly, “I know it sounds crazy…but I want to make a good impression. I really like him Nina.”

“I can see-“, Nina sighs, “What do you get a 103 year old leech anyway.” You lied when you told Edward you wouldn’t tell any one him and his families secret. You had to tell Nina for her safety. “I have no idea. I was thinking a silver ring..he always wears a bracelet with his families crest so it may match the studs on it-“ You sigh as you look out the window, the sun is warm on your cheek, “I could get his moms name engraved on it.”

“That’s nice, thoughtful even. I thought vamps didn’t do silver though.” You laugh lightly, “Pretty sure that’s a myth. I thought that was just werewolves anyway.” Nina shrugs, “I don’t know man. Let’s just hope his finger doesn’t fall off when he try’s it on.”

The ride to Port Angeles is quick and peaceful. “Okay, first thing on the list is finding a ring.” You tell Nina as soon as you two hit city limits. The task ends up being less daunting than you anticipated , Nina ends up finding a ring as soon as you two step into the second jewelry store. It’s a thick, simple, silver ring. Timeless but old fashioned, exactly like Edward.

“Can you engrave it?” You ask the small, grey haired woman behind the counter. She nods and lets you know that it can take up to two hours. She eyes you and Nina, “And how will you two be paying?” her voice is high and nasally. You pull a band of money out of your purse and her eyebrows shoot up. You laugh inwardly, one of the perks of having parents that were always gone were the gifts they gave you to make up for it.

When June 20th comes around you’re more nervous than you’ve ever been before. You’re not sure why because Edward isn’t acting like today is a big deal but the black, ring box is burning a hole in your purse. You feel woefully overdressed as you stand outside the Cullen’s door, you’d put on your best dress, your most expensive flats and even curled your hair. As soon as you raise your hand to knock on the hefty door, it’s swinging open and you’re greeted by the shortest Cullen.

You lower your hand as Alice smiles at you, “Hello!”, her voice is chipper and you can’t help but smile back as you return the greeting. “Your dress is so beautiful, I thought you’d wear the other one. “ She turns gracefully on her heel and you follow her into the foyer of the beautiful home. You’re so confused you forget to thank her for the compliment. You were pretty sure she hated you, you guess you were wrong? or she just appreciates fashion.

When you’re in the living room you note the lack of party decorations. So he was serious about not doing anything for his birthday, you think. You feel out of place with the singular happy birthday balloon tied around your wrist.

You guess the confusion you’re feeling is noticeable because after Esme almost crushes you with a hug she says, “I thought Edward told you we don’t celebrate birthdays.” You look at her sheepishly, “I thought it was just a “him” thing.” This makes her giggle and pat your back adoringly. Rosalie walks down the steps, hand in hand with Emmet. You’re surprised the he can even fit down the steps with how broad his shoulders are.

Rosalie flits over to you, taking a lock of your curled hair in between her fingers . “Well, don’t you look like a doll.” A blush creeps onto your face, “I thought Edward was being dramatic when he said you didn’t do birthdays.” This causes Emmet and Rosalie to burst into a canopy of laughter. You cross your arms in agitation, “What’s so funny about that?”, They look at you like they forgot you were standing in front of them.

“It’s not you,” Emmet begins to explain, “It’s just that the last birthday we celebrated was mine.” You’re sure you still look lost, “In 1935.” He finishes up. That causes you to smile and giggle. You put a hand to your forehead, “I don’t know…I was just nervous about the whole vampire birthday. I didn’t know what to expect.” Emmet claps a hand on your shoulder, “Don’t worry, he’s never brought a girl home so there’s not a lot of expectations to meet.”

Edward is beside you in a second, steering you up the stairs that Rosalie and Emmet just came down from. “Ignore them.”, Is all he says as you two make your way to Edward’s room. “Why? I thought the conversation was insightful.”

“I’m sure you did”, Edward’s says with a slight smirk. When you finally make it into his room Edward plops onto his leather sofa, grabbing you by the waist so you fall with him onto his lap. He puts his face in your neck, inhaling deeply then kisses the soft skin. “You look beautiful.” Your brain goes haywire for a moment but then you remember why you came.

You begin to dig in your purse with shaky hands, “I know you said you’d come over when you finished hunting-, You take in Edward’s dark eyes, his unruly hair. “But I wanted to give you this now. Incase I was sleep or something.” You pull out the box and hand it to Edward, you’re sure he can feel how sweaty your hands or hear how fast your heart is beating but he doesn’t comment on it.

“I thought I said no presents.” He turns the box over in his hand then turns his curious eyes on you. “I know but you got me something and…you deserve a gift for your birthday.” Edward pops the box open and the ring glints in the dimming sunlight. You study his face for a reaction but its remains passive.

“I hope you can wear silver, i didn’t know if it would hurt you like in the movies.” You feel him laugh from behind you, he kisses your neck again, “I can wear silver but thank you for worrying about me.” You let out a sigh of relief. Edward carefully takes the ring out the box and inspects it, you wait with bated breath for him to notice the name engraved on the inside of the ring.

Edward’s just about to slip the ring on his finger when his breath hitches. He effortlessly moves you off his lap and onto sofa beside him. He studies the ring intensely, tracing his finger over the engraving. “Elizabeth”, he says it weakly but it’s loud enough for your human ears to pick up.

“Was it too much?” your voice is soft when you ask, you place a comforting hand on his hunched back. Edward shakes his head, “No..it’s- it’s just I didn’t expect you to remember her name.” You tsk, “Your mother is important to you so that makes her important to me. Of course id remember her name.” Edward turns to you, he has that look that you can’t read again. You wish you knew a spell that could help you read his mind.

“You don’t have to wear it.”, You try to offer Edward a lifeline. Maybe you were moving too fast? Maybe it was too painful a memory. Edward told you about his mom months ago, maybe it was something he overshared.

Then you’re hugging Edward before your brain can register what’s going on. His chest is pressed hard against yours and it causes a shiver to run down your spine. You’re not sure if it’s due to his body temperature or the proximity. His head is in your neck again, his toned arms grip your back tightly.

You stay like that for a moment until he pulls away. “Thank you…you don’t know how much this means to me.” He slips the ring on his finger then pulls you into a deep kiss. You feel like the room is spinning. Edward rests his forehead on yours. His words come out slow, “I need to..eat, I don’t want to do something i’d regret.”, He darts to his bed side table and picks up his keys, “But let me drive you home first.”

The feeling of a hand on your foot wakes you, in your haze you throw out your hands expecting to throw out a force to blow the assailant back but only produce smoke. “If I was a mosquito I would’ve been terrified.” Edward’s voice is quiet, seductive even. His hand traveling from your foot to rub circles on your leg. “You’re not funny.”, You say as you turn on your lamp light. When you turn back to him he’s lying back on your bed, muscular arms folded comfortably behind his head.

You’re too tired to put your wall up but couldn’t help but think about how good he looked. His eyes were back to their original topaz, the shirt he was wearing had ridden up to show his muscular stomach.

His hair was in its usual unruly state, a smirk on his full lips. Your heart was hammering in your chest, “Did you get to eat any mountain lions?” You’re not sure what to do..or what to say in this situation. Your mind was yelling one thing but your body? Your body was telling you something completely different.

And somehow you and Edward ended up making out on your bed. Only the sound of bugs chirping outside your window to accompany you two. Your body moved on its own. You kiss Edward’s neck and bring your hands under his shirt to grip his cold back, effortlessly pulling your bodies together.

“Y/N, we should stop.”, Edward’s breathing hard, the roaming hands on your waist have stilled. You stop your ministrations. Edward had confided in you that he was a virgin one late night after a heavy make out session. You weren’t sure you believed him. Hot, 103 and still a virgin? No way.

“It’s the truth.”, He begins to pull away, you stop him with a balled up hand in his shirt. You know your strength is no match for his, you know you could never really stop him if you wanted to. "Im sorry.”, the hand in his shirt goes to his hair. “It’s your birthday, I want to give you another…present.” You’re sure Edward would be blushing if he could.

In less than a second he’d pushed you half way across your massive bed. He has almost…feral look in his eyes. You’re not sure if you should be excited or scared. “Are you okay?” You ask tentatively, the way you would a scared animal.

“No..Y/N. I could get..carried away and hurt you, kill you. We can’t-“, scurry across the bed to him. You massage his scalp, hoping to relieve the pained expression on his face. “You won’t hurt me. I’m not a flower, Edward.”, His grip is steely as he pulls your hand from his head.

“I care about you..and I couldn’t…take your virtue before marriage. I could crush you if I lost control. I could drain you-“ You cut Edward off by covering his lips with your yours. You expect him to push you away, surprisingly he doesn’t. You pull away your eyes on Edward, hands disappearing up his shirt.

“Edward it’s 2004 not 1880, i’m sure god has more pressing things to worry about than premarital sex”. “Besides,” The hands under his shirt pull it up, up, up until it’s over his head. “You just fed. Aaand it’s your birthday and I want to do this with you because I trust you.” Your shirt comes off next. “I want this. I want you. I can take control where you can’t hurt me.”

You see him start to argue back so you kiss him again. And he kisses you back. “Of all the things i’ve done…god will forgive me for this.”, Edward says in between deep kisses, “I can’t resist you.”, his hand caress up your thigh dangerously high.

So, he doesn’t. And you don’t resist him.

Once you two are spent Edward can’t stop staring at you and touching whatever piece of you he can get his hands on. He kisses the top of your head as you lay entangled in his arms. “You’re so beautiful…if i could dream they would be filled with nothing but you.” His voice is filled with whimsy.

You blush and climb on top of him again.

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The forest surrounding your grandmother’s house is vibrant as you and Edward relax on an itchy patchwork blanket. His fingers are idly playing with your hair as you lay your head on his chest, you had asked Edward why he was forcing himself to go to high school and he gave you his reasons. They made sense, being able to stay in places long did have its advantages but you felt like it had to be torture and you voiced that to him.

“Oh, it is torture. Especially when you have my abilities. Mike was thinking about you so much last week I almost poked his eyes out.” You let out a hearty laugh, sitting up on your elbow to look at him. “Then stop torturing yourself…you can come with me to college next year.” Edward turns to you, a cheesy grin lighting up his face. “I have multiple degrees, I don’t need college either.” You roll your eyes, “sooo…don’t go to classes. The world is our oyster, i’m just saying there’s so much more than forks high school.”

You look at Edward, trying to catch his eyes to get some semblance of how he’s feeling but he’s too busy staring at the gloomy sky. You lay back down on his chest and you two are quiet again for the moment.

“I can’t leave my family.”, you grip the soft material of his shirt, you’re not sure why you do. Maybe to ground yourself? get Edwards’s attention? Either way your words come out before you can think about them, “They can come with us! ooor I can go to a school closer to Forks.I…just don’t want to be without you.” You hide your blushing face in his shirt and Edward runs his fingers through your hair in a manner you guess is supposed to be soothing.

“Don’t change your aspirations for me, we’ll figure it out…because I can’t be without you either.” You smile to yourself and wished you could stay in this moment forever.

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You wish you believed your dad when he told you that high school was a fleeting chapter because before you realized it you were a senior with four months of school left. You had been so wrapped up in applying for colleges, hanging out with Nina, studying spells, going to La push and being with Edward you felt like the time had slipped from your fingers.

The admissions letters were burning a hole in your backpack when you sat down at your usual lunch room table. You couldn’t wait to tell Edward that you got into both top picks, one in Seattle and the other in California. Now if it was up to Edward to let you know if he wanted to stay in Forks or if he’d be following you. Either way you wanted to be near him.

Nina had been close to throwing up when you told her you were waiting to accept after you talked to Edward. She instantly went into a rant about how you shouldn’t base your decision on a boy. And you knew everything she was true, you just felt like you couldn’t be without him. You felt like you…loved him.

“Did you hear we’re getting a new girl?” Amanda says when you finally get yourself settled at the table. “Yeah, Chief Swan’s daughter. I think her name is Becky?”, Nina says before stuffing a hand full of chips in her mouth. “I would hate having to move schools this late in the year.” Michelle, a scrawny girl with brown hair comments, the table murmurs their agreements. “I wonder when she’ll be here it’s already the 17th.” Michelle continues.

You realize that you don’t have to wait too long because Isabella Swan is at school the next day. You only see her in passing in the hall ways. She’s a pale, plain girl with long, brown hair. You swear she trips over her feet five times before she’s halfway down the hall.

The next time you see her is at lunch, she’s staring at you with a look you can’t place. No- she’s not staring at you but the boy whose hand you’re holding. You laugh to yourself, you probably stared at Edward the same way the first time you saw him. You kiss him softly, then release his hand so you can go to your respective lunch table.

⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

“What do you mean Edward’s in Alaska?!”You’re sure your eyebrows look like they’re ready to fly off your face in surprise. You had received a cryptic text from Edward right before the dismissal bell rang saying he cared for you and would see you soon. In your confusion the only thing you thought to do was go directly to the Cullen’s house where you ran into Rosalie. “He had to visit our cousins there, I’m sure he’ll talk to you about it when he gets back-“, Rosalie puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “He’s going to be okay, Y/N.”

Edward returns a week later, Rosalie was right about him being okay. Edward is more relaxed than you’ve ever seen, it’s like he has a new pep in his step. When you confront him about his disappearance he kisses you hard on the mouth telling you not to worry, he had some “things” to take care of. You want to push him for more information but don’t, you’re just happy to see him after his absence.

Later that day, you’re standing in the schools parking lot talking with the Cullen’s after school. You’re throwing your head back in laughter after Jasper says something surprisingly funny when you hear the sound of screeching tires. Edward is beside you one moment and gone the next. Your eyes search frantically around the parking lot for him.

Jasper and Rosalie make noises of anger beside you then begin speaking in hushed, aggravated whispers. Then your eyes lock on Edward and you see what’s got the Hale twins so mad. He’s stopped a van from crushing Bella Swan with his barehands. Your eyes are wide in shock and you can’t seem to form words, did Edward just blow him and his families cover? Your eyes dart around but you can’t figure out if anyone saw the extreme feat.

Edward takes off the from the scene, the Cullen kids scramble to get in their cars and you turn on your heels to begin walking home.

“Where are you going?!”Rosalie says in an exasperated tone. You point over your shoulder awkwardly as she stares at you with fiery eyes, “I was gonna walk-“, Rosalie cuts you off as she pulls open the drivers door so hard you think it may fly off its hinges. “No, i’ll drop you off. Edward would kill someone if he found out you walked home and people are being killed.” Her tone leaves no room for argument so you pull the passenger door open and sit in the seat.

Rosalie’s anger is rolling off her in waves as she drives to your house. You’re surprised her head hadn’t started smoking. “I’m sure no one saw him.” You offer weakly, trying to alleviate the girls stress. Her head snaps to you then back to the slippery road, she looked like she wished she let you walk. “That’s not the point. Edward is getting reckless. No offense, but he already fucked up telling you-,” You raise your eyebrow slightly, a little offense taken but you let Rosalie continue her rant. “And now this..we’re lucky if we don’t have to leave tonight.”

Rosalie pulls in front of your house, her car almost on two wheels from the speed. You thank her as you get out the car and she’s pulling off the second your feet touch the wet grass.

You curse and think about pulling your hair out as you do your math homework. You look at the clock, it was going on 11:30 pm and you still have five more questions. You’re ready to toss your book at the wall when your phone rings, you ignore it trying to focus on the daunting task in front of you when it rings again.

You let out a frustrated groan as you pick the phone up, it’s your mom calling from the hospital. “Mom, i’m trying to do-“, she cuts you off, “Y/N, I heard about what happened at the school. Your boyfriend’s such a hero for pulling Chief Swan’s daughter away like that. She’s lucky he was there.” You give her a mhmm, trying to hurry her off the phone but she continues. “He even came up here to check on her! He is such a gentleman. You got lucky with that one.”

Once you’re done with your homework and tucked in your bed, your mind starts to go over what your mom said. He came to the hospital to check on her? You try not to jump to conclusions because the poor girl did almost get crushed by a van…but when has Edward been this empathetic? You fall asleep trying to push the thoughts out of your mind.

Your woken out of your sleep sometime later. There’s a cold body pressed against your back and an arm slung around your waist, you involuntarily shiver. “Edward?”, You say groggily.

“Go back to sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you.” , You turn to look at him not bothering to throw your wall up. “Why did you visit Bella at the hospital?”, You try to make out his face in the dark but it’s too hard for your human eyes. “I had to make sure she didn’t suspect anything.” His chilling hand rubs your neck tenderly and you’re thinking about grabbing another blanket when Edward is putting it over you and him.

Get out of my head, you think causing Edward to laugh.

You fall asleep in his arms shortly after.

When you wake up you’re alone.

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A while later you’re sitting in your usual spot at lunch. Nina is obliterating the food she brought and you can’t focus on yours because you’re too busy watching Edward and Bella talk near the salad table. You hadn’t meant to stare…but once his nimble body got up from his usual lunch table not to join you but to catch her falling apple you couldn’t help but peek.

“You better let that go before it gets everywhere.” You look at Nina then look at the juice you’re squeezing in your hand. “I didn’t realize…”, You trail off trying watch of the rest of the interaction. You look at Nina roll her brown eyes instead. “Just look at them, I’ve been watching this entire time.”, Nina says it low, like she doesn’t want the other girls to hear. “They look cozy.”, she says in the same low tone.

Nina looks back to you, her pretty face is stern. “We’ll talk later.”, You gulp. You feel like you a child who just got reprimanded by their parents. You throw a wall up when you feel a pair of eyes on you. You don’t have to look to know it’s Edward, you would know those tawny eyes anywhere. You make yourself eat some food, you didn’t want to pass out in the middle of the cafeteria because the wall was draining your powers.

You made a list during your last class of the day just to get your racing thoughts together. You wrote hurriedly on a crumpled sheet of notebook paper from your bag, it only contained two things to do. First: ask Edward about his conversation with Bella, the second: talk to Nina.

You couldn’t decide if you should ask Edward about his conversation with Bella or confront him. Like Nina said they did look pretty comfortable. You chew the end of your pen in frustration. You remember him telling you that he spoke to her at the hospital that late night in your bed. So what else would they need to discuss?

You have your umbrella open as you walk to where Edward usually parks his silver car. He’s waiting for you alone, his siblings long gone. You throw your wall up, munching some of the rice krispie you held in your free hand. Being that you were a senior your parents had become lenient with having an after school activity. You asked Edward to wait for you while you talked to your counselor about being accepted into your top schools.

Unfortunately, her suggestion was going to the school in California. She felt like you could really push your self there and also get away from the city you grew up in…you just had to accept the offer. You don’t greet Edward as you get in the passenger seat of his Volvo. He probably knows my wall is up.

You clear your throat looking outside at the trees before looking at Edward. Your mind is split, you want to talk about Bella and also wanted to know if Edward (and maybe his family) had made his mind up about following you to California or even to the school in Seattle.

So, you just dive in. “What were you and Bella talking about?”, You can’t help the smirk he swallows down. “No, hello or how are you?”, Your mouth forms a straight line. “You didn’t even acknowledge me today, so maybe I should be the one asking.”, Edward’s honey eyes are trained on you, you know he’s probably annoyed that he can’t read your mind. You feel the exact same way.

He lets out a sigh, taking your hand in his. He’s rubbing soothing circles on your palm. “Bella invited me to La Push, she said she’s going with her friends.” Your eyebrow quirks up, “…She only invited you?”, You say slowly. Edward squeezes your hand, “She invited you by extension because she knows you’re my girlfriend.”, You think Edward can see the green eyed monster on your back, when you snatch your hand from his and fold your arms.

“Okay. Let’s go, I have plenty of friends in La Push.” You had gotten to know Jacob and his tight band of friends during your junior year, much to Edward’s displeasure. His jaw ticks in anger, “You know I can’t go there.”, His hand reaches out and caresses your cheek. “Bella is only my friend.” You look at him, he was so beautiful it hurt. You couldn’t resist him. You couldn’t stay mad, especially when you had male friends of your own.

You finish the rice krispie that fell in your lap.

“Okay... l I trust you. But if there’s something you need to say then say it.” Edward kissed you then. It’s soft and sweet and you want to curl in his lap like a purring cat.

But what you don’t say out loud. What you hide behind your wall is that you’re not sure if you believe him.

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When the weather gets too nice for Edward to be at school you decide to disappear with him for the day. You make him help you pick Pacific Bleeding Heart’s for a paste your grandmother wanted you to make. You explain to him what the paste was for and how you’d grind the flower, the bubbling river beside you two echoing your words.

You watch his skin sparkle as you practice using your powers, he kisses you every time you’re able to successfully do a spell.

“Oh yeah, don’t forget about my recital tomorrow!”, You say holding Edward’s hand as you walk back to your grandmothers house. “My mom said she would try to come and you know my grandmas too sick. I’d like you to be there.”

Edward pulls his hand from yours and tosses your arm over his shoulder, he picks you up like he’s cradling a baby and sprints you two back to the slanting house.

He places you on the ground to face him, “You know I wouldn’t miss it for the world-“ he kisses you deeply with both hands cupping your face, “But i’m hungry and I think I hear something good.”

And with that he’s gone.

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“Oh, that’s tonight?”, Your mom says through the speaker of your cell phone. You hold it to your ear with shaky hands, “Yes, mom. I’ve been telling you and dad for months.”, You try to mask the irritation in your voice.

You hear the sound of your mom’s name being called and the beeping of machines. “I’m-I’m so sorry baby. I promise your dad and I will make this up to you when he gets back from Wisconsin.”, She speaks to someone and they respond in an urgent voice, “Y/N? I have to go. Please don’t walk home you know those people were killed. Ask Nina or Edward to take you home. I love-“ The phone hangs up before you can finish.

You cry out in frustration, maybe it was anger? Or sadness? Could be all three, you’re too devastated to tell. Nina would be at work but you didn’t fault her for it, she had to pay for college somehow. Everyone wasn’t lucky enough to have two doctors for parents. You call Edward twice but go to his voicemail. He was probably getting ready or having angsty Edward thoughts about his would be next victim.

After you finish throwing a temper tantrum you call the next person you can think of.

Amanda gives you 40 minutes to get ready. You had already showered so it gives you enough time to lightly do your make up and style your hair in an elegant updo. You put on the dangly, diamond earrings your parents bought you to accompany the necklace Edward gifted you.

You throw on the long, black dress the school provided for tonight. You think it’s pretty cute considering its from the school with its square neck and bell sleeves. You admire yourself in the mirror before pulling on your short, black heels. Then rush down stairs to the car idling in your empty drive way.

“Thank you so much.” You tell Amanda, giving a polite smile to the girl in the passenger seat holding Amanda’s flute. You reply to Nina’s good luck text telling her you love her. You text Edward and tell him you can’t wait to see him.

Your solo is close to the end of the performance so you watch from the curtains for his golden hair and muted skin but.. it never appears.

Your chest clinches when your music teacher tells you it’s your turn to go on. You have to force yourself to hold your head high with a pretty smile on your face. It hurts when you sit on the rough piano bench because you know none of the faces in the crowd came to see you. Your throat is getting tight as you scan the crowd one more futile time. You want to scream and cry. You want to run away and hide in embarrassment.

But you don’t.

Instead you bring your manicured fingers to the keyboard and you begin to play.

You decided to play your grandfathers song, at first you thought the melody was too sad but it matches your mood perfectly now. As you play you push all your pent emotions into the keys, a few tears escape your eyes as your adrenaline rushes. The beautiful notes float through the air and fill the schools large auditorium.

Your fingers dance over the glistening keys as you play the haunting melody. You know you finish strong when the music excites even your ears but what you didn’t expect was the standing ovation from the crowd after you rise from your seat and curtsey. It only lasts for a minute but it puts a real smile on your face as you return behind the stage.

There’s no flowers waiting on you when the recitals over. You get a few polite hugs or pats on the back but no pictures, no “you did so well!”s, you try not to think about it too hard. To add to your growing frustration you couldn’t find Amanda anywhere, you had searched the entire school for her. You tried calling Edward but his phone went straight to voicemail. Now you sat on the schools steps in defeat as you watched everyone get in their cars and leave, working yourself up for the walk home.

You were happy it didn’t rain but you still cried the whole walk home. You were lucky there were no murderers lurking in the trees because you would’ve been a pretty easy target.

When you finally make it home you kick off your shoes and toss Edward’s necklace in the trash. You couldn’t believe he had stood you up, Edward had never been the type to leave you stranded or not answer the phone. He was too much of a gentleman…you guess you were wrong.

You sat at the kitchen bar in disbelief for a moment, swirling your spoon in the soup you were making yourself eat. Rose rubbing against your dangling feet as she purrs.

When you wake up the next morning, through the grogginess of sleep you realize you’re not alone. Edward has his arms around you as he watches the sunrise over your head and through your bedroom window. You huff, “You’ve got some nerve.”, You throw his arms off you and slip from your soft bed. You stop when you notice the beautiful, blood red roses sitting in a glass vase on your dresser.

You’re e contemplating throwing them out when Edward’s hand grabs your wrist lightly, you’re tired but you throw up your wall. You didn’t feel comfortable with Edward digging around in your head today. “Please don’t throw them aw-“ You cut him off, “You think flowers will fix this?”, You say harshly, ripping your wrist from his grasp.

You turn to face him with fire in your eyes. His hair is in its usual disheveled state, his topaz eyes are solemn. “Y/N, I’m so sorry i missed your recital-“, You throw your hands up in contempt, “You didn’t just ‘miss my recital’. I was there alone, I had to walk home in the dark while people are being ripped apart. You didn’t pick up the phone or answer my texts. Since when is that you Edward?”

You begin to walk into your bathroom, Edward hot on your trail. He watches you silently as you turn your shower on. “Is there something you need?”, You ask, voiced laced with anger.

Edward gets down on his knees, taking you by surprise as he hugs your waist. His face is dejected as he looks up at you, his scent is captivating as you weakly try to push him off but Edward’s grip is like a vice. Before you can protest he’s begging for your forgiveness.

Edward’s full lips move rapidly, “My cousins from Denali-the ones I visited in Alaska have come. They-They aren’t vegetarians like me and my family. I had to help..control them..we’re trying to show them the way.”His eyes search yours as he stands to his full height, choosing to engulf you in a hug.

His tantalizing scent clouds your mind but you still manage to shake your head as you look up at him, “No offense but that shouldn’t have stopped you from calling.” You try to break free from his arms but he’s too damn strong. Sometimes you forget that you’re really dating a vampire.

The sound of the running shower water is all you hear for a moment then Edward’s releasing you and hanging his head. You’re torn because you’re definitely still angry due to the night before but you loved Edward for trying to stop the loss of innocent lives. He sits on the toilet, watching you silently again as you slip off your night clothes and slip into the still running shower.

When you get out Edward’s still sitting there to your surprise. He watches you get ready quietly, following behind you like a scolded puppy. You’re sitting at your vanity doing your hair when he says, “I don’t blame you if you decide you want to leave me…I would too. I’m..terrible..” When you glance at him his head is in his hands as he sits on your bed.

You huff, feeling a slight sadness for the…boy?, “I’m not leaving you Edward…You just pissed me off. I didn’t deserve that accident or not. I thought you’d be there for me.” You look up and his gold eyes are on you, then he’s over to you in a second and kissing you sweetly.

“And when do I get to meet these cousins?”, You ask with an eyebrow raised. Edward laughs, elated to be back in your somewhat good graces, “When they decide they can be with humans without disemboweling them.”

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After making Edward promise that he’d never disappear again, he becomes….distant. Not in the sense of him not being there (not that he is there) but he’s always in his head the sporadic times you two are together. You try to ask him what’s wrong but he always blames it on stress, sometimes saying nothing at all.

With Edward’s reoccurring absences you start going to La Push to hang out with the Quileute kids regularly.Since senior year you’d seen them less. It felt good kicking your feet back with Nina and Leah and laughing at the boys jokes. You listen to Jacob’s troubles with a unnamed girl and try to give him the best advice possible given his peculiar situation.

“Baseball tomorrow?”, You ask Edward when you notice that the next day will be particularly bad weather. Edward leans on his car, getting ready to depart from your house. He’s looking past you for a moment, he’s so wrapped up in his thoughts he doesn’t hear you and you have to ask him again. “Uh, no..it wouldn’t be safe with my cousins and all.”, He fixes your slipping robe , tawny eyes trained on you now. “And stay inside, I don’t want you getting mauled or anything.”

You agree, leaning into to him, “Okay but…ever since your cousins came I feel like i barely get to see you anymore. I miss you.” Edward strokes your cheek, “Things will be different soon.”

You don’t actually take Edward’s advice. You slip on some black leggings and one of Edward’s jackets before meeting Nina outside. You two had decides to drive Port Angeles to find prom dresses, Nina had asked Embry over a romantic dinner a month or so ago and you just assumed you’d be going with Edward. “I hope all the good stuff isn’t gone.” Nina says nervously when you two finally arrive.

After a few hours of searching and deliberation Nina finds a simple but beautiful plum gown, it’s sequined around its sweetheart neck line and brings out her brown eyes and skin. You go with a strapless, mid length dress, It’s sage green with a barely noticeable floral pattern printed on it. You almost didn’t get it until Nina tells you how good your boobs look in it.

You pay for both the dresses and both pair of heels out of the “i’m sorry for missing your recital” money from your parents. Nina is promising she’ll pay you back on the drive home but you wave a manicured hand to brush her off. “Nina, you never have to pay me-“ Your words are cut off by the screech of the cars tires and the sound of the hood of Nina’s truck being crushed.

“What the fuck?!”, Your neck lurches forward due to the impact and it causes your head to become dizzy. Through your haziness you’re able to see three figures. All pale and beautiful. You instantly recognize them as vampires. The man with the ponytail has stopped Nina’s truck with one hand, there’s a crazed look in his…red eyes. Red, that means they drink from humans. Your heart races as you realize how bad of a situation you and Nina are in.

You watch the three vampires and they seem to be arguing. A woman- a red head with crazy hair and a slender man with shiny,black hair seem to be disagreeing with the one who stopped the car. You take this as an opportunity to click off your seat belt and grab your phone from your purse in the back seat to call Edward.

You feel Nina’s wide, brown eyes watching you before you hear two doors open and you two are both pulled out the car and thrown onto the asphalt.

You let out a cry when your head hits the ground hard. Before you can protest your being picked up by your throat and held in the air, “James.”, the one with the glossy, black hair says, almost like he’s talking to a petulant child. James turns his head, to look at them and you look from your peripheral. Nina is struggling as best as she can as the red head holds her by her hair, you watch as she licks her lips like a lion ready to pounce.

“Shut up, Laurent! You’re not stopping me from tearing this one apart.” James licks his lips this time, “I need a snack” You smack the hand around your neck and he squeezes it before letting you go. You fall to the ground with a thud, scrambling to get as far away as possible while taking shaky breaths. A boot comes down hard on your back to stop you and you let out a scream.

“You smell him on her don’t you? This isn’t smart.” The boot on your back twists and you let out another pained cry. You feel lucky that you haven’t heard any bones break yet. “Exactly. He stopped me from eating the last one. Why should I have to suffer because he likes his pets?” James hurls the word out like it’s a slur.

You hear Nina cry out and then a soft, feminine voice begins speaking, you imagine it to be the pale, red head woman. “James, my love. Leave her and let’s focus on the other girl..this one doesn’t smell nearly as good anyway.” It’s quiet for a moment. You’re not sure if you’re breathing, you’re waiting to feel fangs rip your throat out or an icy hand to grab you when you hear the crunch of gravel and Nina screaming your name.

She helps you stand, her face is terrified when she says, “What the fuck just happened?”. You look at her and you’re sure your face is conveying the same emotion, “I’m not sure but we need to get to Edward’s house.”

Nina agrees as she makes her way to the trucks destroyed hood, “If this piece of junk can make it.”

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You don’t wait for the truck to stop moving when you two arrive at the Cullen’s. You jump out as quickly as you can with the throbbing pain in your back and neck and don’t stop moving until you get to the large front door. You knock and the action causes the unlocked door to open slightly, before you can stop yourself your pushing the door open and stepping over the threshold.

You’re half way into the house when you’re briefly grabbed and shoved into the wall before being let go. “I thought you were someone else.” Is the only explanation Rosalie gives. You take in the girls disheveled appearance and forget about the events that just transpired for a moment. “Is everything okay? did something happen with your cousins?”, Rosalie looks at you like you grew three heads.

“My cousins?”, she says quizzically. “Yeah..the cousins you were helping get off the human stuff…from Alaska?”, Rosalie looks at you again before understanding blooms in her eyes. You’re still confused when she lets out a sound of annoyance, she shakes her head as a look of disappointment comes to her face.

Rosalie’s eyes soften when she looks at you, “I’m sorry,Y/N. But I think Edward’s been lying to you.”, Now it’s your turn to look at her like she’s grown extra limbs. “What-What are you-“ She cuts you off, eyes darting off somewhere, you don’t even think to look as your head reels.

“Our cousins from Denali were never here, Y/N” Rosalie begins to sink down and you’re confused as to why until you’ve realized you moved into a sitting position. “Edward said you two broke up…I guess he’s been telling you a lie about our cousins to spend time with Bella.” You let out a weak laugh. To spend time with Bella, the words ring in your mind.

Your confusion turns to sadness, “So, what did he say was going on when I came around?”, Rosalie winces before she strikes the next blow. “He…said you wouldn’t leave him alone and he needed to make sure you weren’t going to tell anyone about us.” Your heart drops into your stomach. Not only was he lying to you, but he was telling his family that you were chasing after him like a love-obsessed stalker.

Rosalie rises then offers you a pale hand, you look her with teary eyes when taking it. “I’m sorry, Y/N….I kind of suspected but wasn’t sure.” You scoff, snatching your hand from hers once you’re on your feet. “You suspected but didn’t come to me?! We see each other almost everyday at school what kind of shit is that?!” Rosalie’s eyes turn hard at your outburst but you couldn’t care less.

She points a manicured finger at you, “I may like you and Edward may be wrong. But Edward is my brother and I would never go against him.” You don’t acknowledge her reply with words, only shaking your head and asking where Edward was. “He’s in the garage-“ Your legs start to move, the pain you experienced earlier far from your mind. Rosalie flits in front of you, “But I don’t think you should go down there.” You brush past her.

The garage is in chaos when you make it down the stairs. Bella, Carlisle and Edward’s intense conversation pauses as they watch you stalk wordlessly over to Edward. Carlisle calls your name just as you push the boy, he doesn’t budge but you don’t care as you push him again.

“You’ve been lying to me this whole time!” You roar. You go to punch him but Edward stops you softly.

You want to cry but you refuse to let the tears fall in front of them. Edward looks sad as he holds your wrist, “You were with Bella the night you missed my recital?”, you ask Edward breathlessly.

He doesn’t answer, choosing to look everywhere but your face. So, you look towards the brunette. She nods her head in confirmation and it takes everything in you not to strangle them both.

“I’m sorry. Y/N but we don’t have time, Bella is in-”, You snatch your wrist from him, glaring at a dejected looking Carlisle and doe eyed Bella.

You cut him off sharply, lip curling in anger when you speak, “Then make time! I almost died today and now this?! You’re going to hear me.” Edward looks confused until you let him into your mind and show him the pain you endured just moments ago.

Edward releases your wrists, he takes a step back and goes to touch the bruises forming around your neck. You smack his hand, “Don’t touch me.”, You spit venomously.

Edward explains what happened with the trio of vampires and Bella, you laugh bitterly in his face. “Let me get this straight. You lied to me to take her-“ You point to Bella, “Now they want to kill you and eat her? Sayonara. I love when people get instant karma.” You turn on your heel to leave but Edward appears in front of you, grabbing your wrist.

“Didn’t I tell you not to touch me?”, He doesn’t let your wrist go. A tear escapes as your anger turns to sadness. “Why Edward? I thought we had something. You do know lying is a sin right? What happened to caring about your soul?”, Edward winches.

“Yes, Y/N. I know. I told you that you make my morals weak. Im not good…I said I was a monster. It’s in my nature to hurt people. I didn’t mean for this to happen…I care for you. I only lied to you because I wasn’t sure how to tell you that my feelings became platonic once I met Bella.” Edward goes on to explain that Bella is a singer and what the means.

This time when you pull your wrist away he lets go. “So all this time down the drain because she smells good?”, You’re furious again. “No..it’s so much more. I…love her, i’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” Your heart falls out of your stomach and onto the hard garage floor , you swear you can see it beating as Edward continues.

“I didn’t want this to happen this way. You were such a good friend to me. I know it was a long time for you but in my state it was only a few minutes. You’ll get over me and live a long and happy life with someone who truly loves you.”, You look at Edward, genuinely look at Edward as the monster he is. You want to punch him but you know it’ll hurt your bruised body more than it’ll ever harm his.

You think about arguing or bashing the windows out of his Volvo but you squeeze your hand into a tight fist instead because what you really want to do is drop to your knees and sob. “Well, good luck. Can you move now?”, You ask Edward, voice cracking. He shakes his head no, “I’m sorry but… I need your help. James is an excellent tracker and without your disguising spell she’ll die.”

You scoff, crossing your arms, “Fuck you, Edward. Now move.” You try to go around him but he’s in front of you again, this time on his knees. It reminds you of when he begged you for forgiveness not too long ago.

“Please, Y/N” He takes both your hands in his and you don’t look at him as a few tears escape your eyes. You couldn’t believe this was genuinely happening. Just a few months ago you were hoping to move out of Forks with Edward now he was on his knees begging you to save his beloved.

“I said no. Now get away from me.” Edward doesn’t budge, “Y/N, please. I’ll do anything. You’re a good person, please don’t let her die. Help Bella so I can kill the vampires that did this to you.” The rest of his plea falls on deaf ears.

Edward babbles on and on before you finally tell him to shut up. He does instantly. You rip your hands from his, “I’ll help her even though she knew we were in a relationship-“ Bella doesn’t meet your eyes when you look at her, “Because you’re right. I’m not a monster like you and I don’t want her death on my hands. Let it be on yours.”

You roughly snatch a lock of hair from Bella’s head and begin saying the words. When you’re finished you don’t turn towards Edward and speak openly, “It won’t disguise her completely but it’ll give her a better chance.” as you walk out the garage you don’t look back and Edward doesn’t stop you.

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The liquor burns your throat and the music is too loud as you wobble through you and Nina’s going away party. When you told Leah that you accepted the offer and would be moving to California with Nina she insisted she throw you two a party.

You agreed even though you weren’t in a parrying spirit and drank your sorrows away as you watched everyone else have fun as they danced by the roaring fire.

It seemed like only one person was as sad as you so you sat by the sorrowful boy as he sipped from his red cup. “What’s got you down?” You asked Jacob, you’re surprised he can understand you with the way you were slurring.

His brown eyes don’t leave the fire, “You remember the girl I was telling you about?”, You nod and Jacob continues. “She’s wrapped up with these-“ Jacob stops himself, eyes flickering to you. It sounded like he was ready to say vampires but it could just be your drunk and sad mind playing tricks. “These freaks and now she’s hurt pretty bad. I’m just worried about her.” Your mind grinds to a halt as you try latch on to a memory through your inebriation.

You remember your mom coming home and telling you about a girl, Bella, getting admitted due to a really bad fall. You knew better, you were surprised she survived the run in with the vampire. But this can’t be the mystery girl.

“Oh, i’m so sorry.” You say, feigning sadness as you reach out and pat Jacob’s muscular back. “What’s her name? My mom could check on her.”, Jacob sighs, Her name is Bella but it’s okay, I think I can visit her tomorrow.” You want to projectile vomit in Jacob’s face but you hiccup instead.

You were soooo tired of hearing that bitches name. In your drunken state you begin laughing , you aren’t too sure why but it’s better than the first option.

“What’s funny?” Jacob asks, eyes laced with confusion. What the hell, you think and you tell him everything. And while Jacob is trying to process his thoughts you look at him, really look at him and you’re talking before you can stop yourself. “You know you’re too hot to let her string you along like this.” Jacob’s thick, dark eyebrows shoot up at your words causing you to laugh.

A smug smirk erases the surprise on his face, “You’re not the first person to tell me that.”, you smirk back at him, gripping his bicep for balance. You were close to him now so you were able to smell his earthy, sandalwood scent, “That you’re hot or that she’s leading you on?”, Jacob gives a hearty laugh before he quips back in his deep voice, “Both.”

For some reason your drunk brain takes this as permission to kiss Jacob. Your lips briefly touch his before he’s lightly pushing you away, even going the extra mile to take a step back.

“What are you doing, Y/N? You know how I feel about Bella.” You look at him dumbfounded, “Did you hear anything I said? Bella’s with Edward.”, Jacob’s brown eyes don’t meet yours, “I know.”, Jacob sips from his cup again, “but she loves me and i’ll be there for her when he fucks up.”

You scratch your head in genuine confusion, “No, Jacob you deserve someone who appreciates you, who would’ve chosen you first-“ , Jacob looks up at you now, brown eyes resembling the fire that warmed your cheek.

“Like you?”, Jacob laughs, “I’ve talked to you a hundred times and you never thought of me like that. You’re only trying to kiss me now because Bella stole your boyfriend.” He looks down at you, “You’re just jealous.”, It would’ve felt better if he would’ve punched you.

You apologize for the whole…experience and take a sip of your drink before turning towards Nina’s house. You wondered if Jacob was right the whole walk there.

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The pounding on your door woke you up sometime in the afternoon. You threw a pillow over your head to block out the noise but that only worked for a moment.

“I’m up!”, You shouted, throwing the covers off your body before getting out of the bed. You maneuver around the piles of clothes on the floor, you meant to pick them up but you had been in too much of a funk since the party.

You pull open the door to reveal your mom and dad. Your dad is holding a camera to his glasses but your moms smiling face drops when she sees your disastrous state.

When her eyes take in your room she looks concerned, “Y/N, why aren’t you getting ready..your rooms a mess…” You shrug, “I told you i’m not going to prom.” You sit on your bed and look at the window across the room. You try not to think about Edward’s shimmering skin as the sun bounces off it. “I don’t have a date either.”,

Your mother tsks, “you don’t need a date you have Nina.”, You lay back with your arm covering your eyes. “Nina’s bringing Embry. I’m not being a third wheel.” Your mother sits on your messy bed and pats your knee, “You’re so pretty someone will have to dance with you.”

“Now, get up and get dressed. Your father and I took off work for this.”

You feel embarrassed walking into the dance with no one your arm. Your sage dress shimmers under the lights as you walk to an open table and sit.

But your mother was right. You did have to wait a couple of songs but a cute boy from the football team asked you to dance. Nina gives you a thumbs up across the dance floor from over Embry’s shoulder.

Your partner turns you in a way where you have a clear view of a brunette in a blue dress and a boot across the dance floor. Edward and Bella don’t see you, too busy in their own world. You turn back to the boy in front of you and plaster a smile on your face.

Epilogue

You hum a tune as you jog up the stairs to you and Nina’s apartment. You thought about the homework you had to do as you pressed the 3rd button on the elevator.

Nina was cooking when you made it inside, the delicious smell sending your stomach growling. You were ready to investigate what was in the skillet when she yells out, “Hey, you got some mail!”

You turn your attention from the kitchen to the mail bowl beside you. A crisp, white envelope is addressed to you in sprawling, cursive letters.

You open it with Nina over dinner, both your mouths drop when you read what the letter says.

A invitation to Edward and Bella’s wedding.

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