A/N: Oh, I'm SO sorry. I was pressed for time when I put up the first chapter. I did have this chapter, but I had to rush off to another part of my busy life! Okay, I REPEAT: I AM NOT COPYING. I was Cherise the Great before, but I have already deleted all the stories there, because I forgot my password before. But I remembered, and so, now I've just decided to use this account. Think of it as a fresh start. I'm mad at myself too, for going through all this trouble. How could I have ever forgotten the password and then suddenly remembered it? AND, AND, AND!!! I forgot to tell you guys that the story is set before New Moon comes out!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own ANYTHING!
We walked together, closely but not too closely. It looked as if we were friends, walking with each other. However, some girls still frowned at us and stared longingly at Edward. Every time we passed a girl like that, I couldn't help but giggle a bit. Edward had more self-discipline and would only chuckle softly with me. We were about halfway there, when something occurred to me.
"Oh! I've got another question." Edward frowned. "Fine, don't answer it if it makes you that unhappy. But, in my opinion, shouldn't it make you happy? It is about her."
"I suppose I knew that this was going to come up soon," he replied slowly.
"So should I…?" He gestured for me to go on. "Okay then, where's Bella now?"
He sighed. "She's in Forks."
I rolled my eyes again. That's quite obvious. "But, why aren't you with her?"
"I left her."
My eyes widened in shock. "What?" I exclaimed. I stopped walking. "How could you do that?"
"Well, that's what's going to be told in New Moon." He stopped too.
I was silent for a moment as I tried to piece everything together. "New Moon…that's the next book! I never took you to be a fan of these types of books, I just thought you knew about this."
"I'm not a fan. Why read about my own life, when I already witness it?"
I started walking again. "Well, it's not from your point of view… so that might help you figure out what Bella's mind, in a way, seems like."
"True." He smiled weakly.
We continued walking to the park, but this time in silence. The thought of him leaving Bella, just couldn't leave my mind. When we got to my favourite park, I lead him to a bench but, after getting my heavy backpack off of me, I plopped down on the grass instead.
"So-" Edward started.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute…" I interrupted. Something had just occurred to me. "If Twilight is real, then how can Stephenie Meyer, know about the details and, well, all of it? Do you guys know Stephenie Meyer?"
"She's a friend of ours; she helped us when James was hunting her." He looked up at the sky. "Stephenie didn't want to put herself in the book, though.
"So that part of the book is, in a way, made up?"
"The rest is all true."
"And, she isn't really writing right now? Well, because there really isn't much happening. You leave and Bella tries to get on with life."
"If there isn't much more, then, I'm sure Stephenie will make it up." He paused and then added, "I certainly hope that none of the rest will be true. I've endangered Bella's life enough."
"But you love her, how can you leave?" I whispered softly, more to myself.
"I love her enough, to leave." He fiddled with his sweater zipper. "Don't you understand? She will have no future with me. I'm a vampire and she's a human."
I got up to face him. "Then change her!"
"You still don't understand!"
"Yes I don't!" I calmed down, "Fine then, what don't I understand?" I asked, trying to seem like I wasn't infuriated by his stubbornness.
He looked at the ground. "It would hurt me, a lot, if she got changed. I just can't bear to see her writhing in pain and agony for three days." He looked up right at me. "I love her too much to see her like that." My face softened and we grew silent once again.
I hadn't thought of it from his point of view. "I'm really sorry." I stepped back from him. "I und-I mean, I can only imagine how it feels."
Edward gave me a questioning glance.
I offered him a sad smile. "People always say "I understand how you feel", but I can see that this phrase won't work right now, right?" I kept my voice soft. "I've always hated it when people said that, because they don't. Everyone feels differently, because we're all different. It doesn't matter if we're the same gender or the same race; we are individuals that do everything differently. So, I can't say anymore to comfort you, can I?"
I received a small and weak smile.
"And anyways, you're um," I paused, looking for the right way to say, "a…different…race, so I wouldn't be able to know how you feel anyways, right?" I gave him a tiny smile, but Edward was concentrating on the ground. "Oh, please. You know what you're doing is right, so don't be so sad."
He looked up right at me. "How can I not?"
I frowned. "There's something more you're not telling me."
He looked away.
"What is it?"
He didn't speak.
"Edward Anthony Masen Cullen!"
I got a questioning glance.
I shrugged. "It was in the Twilight Lexicon."
"Just tell me." I was really irritated by then. "Please?" I added.
He sighed, but still wouldn't speak.
"Okay, fine. You be like that. But, I'm sure I can make you spit it out."
He looked up quickly at me with apparent shock on his face. Then his eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't dare."
I gave him an innocent look. "Why wouldn't I?" I climbed onto the bench and stood beside the vampire and shouted, "Hey, everyone, over here! Guess who this person I have beside me-"
Edward pulled me down and covered my mouth with his ice-cold marble-like hands. "Stop it," he hissed. I tried struggling, but the thought and feeling of Edward holding me in his arms, was, let's say, a bit distracting… Shoot. He could read my mind! He couldn't help but snicker at my becoming red face. "Yes, I heard that."
I glowered into his chest.
His face became somber once more as he let me go. "Don't do that again."
I smirked. "So, you're going to tell me?" I asked triumphantly. "Or, should I continue…?"
He heaved another big sigh, and then replied, "Fine. I will, but it has a lot to do with New Moon."
"Well, my mom always told me that saying sad things out loud to someone makes the confessor happier and I like seeing you happy and joking with you. Well, I like learning about you too. If it's a part of New Moon, then, I'll just know that part, it still won't stop me from buying the book, er, reading it. And, as I've said, the book's in Bella's point of view, and, last time I checked, you're not Bella, because she's female and not a vampire." I looked around us and gestured to where I sat. "It's comfortable on the grass, so if it's long, I won't get uncomfortable. Now, can you tell me?"
Edward took a deep breath and started. "As you know, I leave Bella, or, left her."
I nodded and signaled for him to go on.
"The whole family left." He paused, as if gathering strength to say the next thing. "I, told Bella to forget me. That was my way of saying goodbye."
I wanted to interrupt, but I knew that if I did, he might not have the power to say this out loud anymore. So, instead, I nodded encouragement.
Looking at me, he continued, "I wanted to be abrupt. I knew that us being together isn't the best thing. I thought that if I was harsh, it'd be better. I took away all of the things that ever signaled that we had ever been together."
"All the pictures…the memories…that must hurt," I whispered.
"Well, I hid them under a floorboard in her room."
"It's been two months since I last saw her. Alice got visions of her, and would try to tell me what she looked like, but I kept my face emotionless every time her name was mentioned, I didn't want anyone to comfort me."
"The rest of your family…are they here?"
He shook his head.
"But, I thought you said-"
"I ran away."
"To get my thoughts away from Bella, I decided to try my hand at tracking."
"Tracking?" I repeated.
My eyes grew wide. "Her?"
"If I don't kill her, or threaten her in any way, she'll get to Bella."
"So, Victoria's here?" I couldn't keep the shock and worry out of my voice.
"I'm not too sure, but from the signs I've been getting, I could say an almost definite yes."
There was silence. I was processing that thought. "Then, am I, distracting you from…tracking…her?"
"As long as we don't get too far away from here, then I hope we're alright."
I nodded. But then a new question popped up. "Why were you so sad then?"
He hesitated. "The way Alice described her…" His eyes were facing something behind me, but I was sure that he saw images of what Alice depicted.
Without thinking, I reached out to put my hand on his knee. The reaction was so fast, that I almost thought I missed his knee, except for the brief feeling of the cold, crispness of his jeans that proved what had happened; Edward had moved his leg. I gave a questioning look, but he seemed to be in another world, remembering something. Letting my hand fall and feeling slightly hurt, I said a quiet, "Sorry" to replace what I wanted to do.
There was another silence between us, and I could only hear the noises of cars honking at each other and the noises of the other people in the park. Edward seemed to have forgotten where he was and was too wrapped up in his thoughts to know that he was still in the middle of a conversation. Sighing loudly, I pulled back the sleeve of my sweater and checked my watch again. It was five-thirty, which would explain why there were so many cars on the streets. Looking around the park, I noticed school kids laughing in groups, teenagers playing a game of Frisbee, and some elderly couples walking together. I was starting to turn around to face the vampire again, when I saw someone at the corner of my eye. Stopping, I twisted the other way, and gaped at the figure I knew. He was walking with another girl, who was, maybe prettier than me, I don't know, but they were holding hands and drinking from the same cup. My eyes started to get blurry as I leaned back to watch Edward's face and the hard expression that was on it.
Finally, he seemed to notice that I was there, and staring at him. "Sorry. I-"
"You got caught up in the moment," I interrupted a bit coldly. I was trying hard not to focus on the fact that my boyfriend was in this same park with some other girl.
Noticing the sudden change of attitude, he gave me a confused look.
I gave another big sigh, and then waved my hand, signaling that it was nothing. On the other hand, I tried to think of something else, so that he wouldn't know.
Frowning, he asked, "What?"
"Why are you thinking about that yellow car there then? Or, forcing yourself to think about it?"
"Nothing," I repeated, giving him a look.
Then, he seemed to remember something. "Oh, that."
"Look, I'm sorry."
"You said that already," I replied pointedly.
"No, I'm sorry about the hand…thing."
"I said that it was nothing."
"Your mind isn't telling me that and your voice isn't either."
I glared at him.
He held my glare with a look of his own.
I broke the competition by looking at the yellow car I was trying to focus on.
"Really, I'm giving you a genuine apology."
I shook my head and tried to concentrate on something else again. "It's nothing; I'm just being stupid and…maybe it isn't even him." I blinked back tears that were struggling to leak out.
Edward slid himself onto the grass beside me. He reached over and lifted my chin so that my face was level with his. "What is it?"
My voice broke as I whispered another, "Nothing." As much as Edward's voice and touch was alluring, I still couldn't keep the picture of the couple out of my mind. His touch just seemed to tug at the image of the two drinking out of the same cup into the open part of my mind, covering the picture of the yellow car I was focusing on.
"Oh, him and her. I'm sorry."
"I'm okay." But, I could feel the tears falling, mocking my words. I couldn't help but add, "Heh, I'm suppose to be the one comforting you, and now look who's comforting who."
That last comment earned me a quick smile from the vampire.
"I'm sorry." I tried to control my shaking voice as I wiped my tears away.
"It's not you who should be the one apologizing."
I smiled wanly, "Here we are, both hurt by something, and both saying sorry to each other, when none of the things causing us to be hurt are caused by any of us."
"Then that's an even better reason for you to stop."
"He didn't seem like-"
"Like an idiot."
I laughed weakly.
"He's an idiot for leaving such a nice and smart girl as you."
"Smart? Nice? Me?"
"Thank you." I sniffled. "No, I want to thank you for everything."
"Yeah, thanks for cheering me up right now, and thanks for telling me what happened to you."
"First of all, it's not your fault that you are breaking down. And, secondly, you, in a way, forced me to tell you what happened."
"Hey!" I punched him playfully. "I guess, but thank you all the same."
He smiled, a real, genuine smile, "You're very welcome."
We kept smiling, like two idiots at each other, not noticing that we were both quite close to one another. I didn't hear the sounds of traffic, or the noises of the people in the park. I didn't notice my heart beating three times faster than usual. I was too busy noticing other things to notice those. Things like, the very golden colour of Edward's eyes, and his pale perfect face.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, in my heart, I knew that this moment wouldn't last, that I wouldn't be able to share another laugh with the infamous Edward Cullen. Of course, I had a crush on him, who wouldn't? But, I think I also knew, then, that this might be a dream. That, I'd be waking up in a hospital, with nurses and my parents beside me. I forced myself to focus on what was happening now, and not think about what would happen next.
"They are coming over here."
I snapped out of my thoughts to decipher another one of the vampire's mono-linear phrases. "Who're coming?"
"Your male friend and his idiotic partner in crime."
I had to laugh even if the thought of them coming made me tense up with worry. "Is everyone idiotic in your head?" I teased.
"Only if they don't have as interesting a brain as you do."
"Thanks," I said sarcastically, "but, interesting, in my opinion, can mean many things in different manners."
"I do agree." He suddenly flashed me a wicked smile. "Now, I was thinking of, doing something."
"What something is it?" I asked, suspicious.
"Do you want to get back at those two?"
I narrowed my eyes. "What are you planning?"
"We're near the entrance and only exit of this park, right?"
"So, they will definitely pass us."
I guess I was a bit love-struck, because, I was noticing the word us, a bit too much. So, I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
Edward smirked, probably from hearing my thoughts. "So, I was thinking…"
"I was thinking about us pretending…"
I rolled my eyes, frustrated. "Just spit it out!"
Grinning, he put his head next to my ear, and whispered the plan.
My eyes widened in shock as the plan registered in my mind. Turning to Edward, I asked, "You would do that for me?"
"Sure, why not? It's going to be fun, right?"
I looked at Edward. "You know, you're not like what I'd imagined at all."
He took off his light jacket and put it on the grass next to me. "Really… How did you imagine me?"
"I guess Twilight made you think that way."
I surveyed his actions. "But, that's not saying that you weren't like that when you met Bella, or when you were just in the book."
He cocked an eyebrow. "I wasn't like this?"
"No, no, no… you weren't as cold and distant as described."
"Oh, well I was just going to school because it'd seem…"
"Maybe," I mused, "just maybe, Bella's changed you in such a way that you're more social in your reactions."
"OH! I'm so sorry!" I waved my hands in the air. "I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry!"
He gave me a sad smile. "That's alright." He looked over my shoulder. "They'll be here soon, so I think we should get into position."
"Position….sure?" I squeezed my eyes shut. "Boy, this is going to be awkward."
He put his arm around me. "Yeah, but do you think it will work?"
"He is a gullible person, so there's quite a large chance on him believing…" I turned to face him, making our faces inches apart. "Do, um, do you really want to, erm, do this?" I was having difficulty speaking.
Edward laughed lightly. "Yes. It's going to be fun."
"Well for us anyway," he corrected, "not them."
I smiled and cautiously put my head on his hard shoulder. "Um, is this okay?"
There was a slight hesitation. "It's just fine," he said in a hard voice.
"Oh," I heard the change in tone, so I quickly took my head off his shoulder, "am I…?
"No, just-" he broke off.
"Just…?" I prompted.
He took his arm off of me. "Your heart, it's beating three times faster than usual."
I put my hand over my chest as my face turned pink. Trying to clear my embarrassing thoughts from Edward's ability, I quickly replied, "Does it bother you?"
He gave me his famous crooked smile, which made my heart do a couple of flips, and answered, "Yes, of course. But, I can resist it."
My eyes grew wide with shock. "You mean, my heart, when it beats…so quickly…and when I get so close to you, it makes me-"
"It does. I think I can control it though."
I gulped. "You think? You're not sure?"
Edward pretended to pause and consider. "You don't trust me?"
I was almost speechless. "I-I do, it's just…well, you know."
"You're a vampire and-"
I was cut off when Edward quickly pulled me close. I looked up into his eyes, shocked by the sudden intimate action. He looked back at me and my face softened from its shocked look. I wasn't thinking about anything except the beautiful colour of his golden coloured eyes. I couldn't focus on anything else. I was lost in those eyes. It might have just been a few seconds or maybe, at the most, a few minutes, but, to me, it was a lifetime.
I didn't notice two people hand in hand, stop before us. I didn't notice one of them calling my name over and over again, getting louder and louder. I only saw Edward's eyes and the truth and sorrow that were reflected within. I could see how he missed Bella and I could see the doubt in his eyes. The doubt that was there because he wasn't sure of what he was doing, he wasn't sure if what he was doing was right, or if he should ever have even gone near it. However, through it all, I could see something else that was different, maybe even the opposite of all else. I could see trust. Perhaps that trust was for me, but because of that one glimmer, spark of trust, I was able to find strength. I was able to look away from Edward's eyes and up towards the couple standing in front of us.
Looking at their shocked faces, I decided to just leave. I didn't want to go with the plan of pretending to be a couple with Edward. I didn't want to use Edward. I knew that if I was to go on with the plot, I would bring back unpleasant memories to him, and I didn't want that. I grabbed my backpack and, shrugging it onto my shoulders, walked steadily towards the exit of the park. I was out on the street sidewalk when Edward caught up to me. We were silent as we walked around the block. It was when we were passing by the park's entrance and exit a third time that Edward broke the silence.
"Where do you live?"
"I should drive you home."
"You don't have to."
"You've had a hard day."
"I am sorry, really."
"It's not your fault."
"I should still drive you back."
With a resigned sigh, I told Edward my address and how to get there as we walked to the none too familiar silver Volvo of my dreams. There was a silence as Edward drove me home. I was tired and too wrapped up in my thoughts to ask any questions. Listening to the soft music of Claude Debussy, I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I was woken up by someone shaking me.
"Cameron!" my father shouted.
I opened one eye feebly. "What?"
I could see my mom put a hand on her, I was certain, pounding heart. "Oh, thank goodness!"
"What?" I repeated.
My father sighed. "You fell asleep out here."
Frowning, I quickly got up to look around me. "I'm…home."
"Yes, we know that."
My mother hurried into the house.
"Why are you out here?" my father pursued.
"Um, I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?"
I thought of what had happened with Edward and my boyfriend. It's too weird to be true. Ha, picture that! Edward Cullen, alive! But, how did I end up here? Deciding that it was a dream and that I'd gotten home and then fallen asleep on the porch, I replied, "I guess I was just a bit tired."
"We thought that there was something wrong with you!"
"I'm fine." I turned back to my father and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, I'm glad to be back on Earth, rather than dreamland," I joked. I lugged my backpack into the house and skipped up the stairs to my room.
Smiling to myself, at having such a crazy dream, I shouted down the stairs, "When's dinner ready? I want to take a hearty shower tonight!"
I could almost picture my mother smiling ruefully and shaking her head as she answered, "In about forty-five minutes! I'm sure you can squeeze in some shower time."
I could hear my dad give one of his deep throaty chuckles, as I replied, "I think I can too!"
I gathered some clothes and went to the bathroom. As the warming water poured down from its source, my mind began to wander. I thought about the dream, and how real it felt to me. I gave an involuntary smirk, as I scolded myself inside my head. At least the Edward in my dream was right about one thing; I do talk to myself. I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't ever cheat one me, so I was sure that the dream was a dream, however real it felt.
I screamed when I noticed the scalding hotness of the water and, so, quickly turned the temperature down. Although I'd dismissed the fact that my dream could be real, something in me kept referring to it as an event that really happened. Frowning as I turned off the water, I grabbed my towel and pushed any strand of thought from the dream into the back of my head. Having done that, I proceeded with pulling my clothes on. Just as I got out of the bathroom, I could hear my mother calling from downstairs, "Cameron! Dinner's ready!"
I quickly shouted a reply and, throwing my school clothes and towel into the laundry basket across the hall, hustled downstairs. I was greeted with the delicious aroma of my mother's wonderful Salmon Penne. Over dinner, we discussed the, let's say, incident that happened about an hour ago. I've always had the reputation of being stupid in my ways, like sleeping in a chair on the porch after getting home from school without telling my mother when I knew quite well that she was inside. I was always constantly scolded because of my crazy acts and stunts. However, my parents were used to my forever eccentric deeds, so their scolding wasn't as bad as some other parents would have done in their place.
Dessert of Lemon Meringue Cake promptly followed the pasta and soon, I was in the kitchen washing plates, because it was my turn in the cycle. When I was done, I watched a rerun of Friends with my parents and, grumbling softly, went up to my room to, unhappily, finish up a Science assignment that was due the following week. As I was pulling out notebooks and textbooks out of my backpack, a folded slip of paper fell out of my agenda. Curious, I stopped taking out my school books and opened the piece of paper. On it, there were only two words, written in an elegant script; Be Safe.
A/N: La fin. Did you like it? I thought it lagged a bit in the last few paragraphs...but...I don't know what I'd change it to! Reviews are, as always, greatly appreciated.