DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.

The sound of the heavy rain coming down on the roof made me restless. It was like a thousand bullets falling down, breaking me away from an incredible dream. A dream where I spent a day in a meadow with a God-like creature with bronze colored hair. I groaned and turned on my side. I couldn't seem to get comfortable. I took the pillow from under my head and put it over my face. Dumb idea. I lost oxygen and shot straight up like a rocket. I started coughing and tried to catch my breath. I felt a cold hand on my back and I instantly froze, not breathing.

"Bella?" asked the most angelic voice. It soothed me instantly.

"Edward!" I cheered. A little embarrassed by my actions, I instantly blushed. I heard Edward laugh as he sat next to be on the bed. I turned to face him. My dream hadn't done him any justice. He was, well, to put it lightly, amazingly attractive. He smiled crookedly at me and I smiled back.

"Are you alright? You weren't trying to smother yourself, were you?" he joked, but winced a little at the thought. I gave him a reassuring smile as he grabbed my hand.

"I'm fine. The rain, you know," I explained. He knew, he had told me the first time I knew he was stayed overnight; I was always restless in the rain. He rubbed soothing circles on the back of my hand.

"Yes, I know," he smiled and looked up at me. I could feel my breath hitching in my throat; he literally took my breath away. I saw him chuckle, but I was too caught up in his beauty to respond. I cranked my head around to look at the clock next to him; the red numbers flashed '4:32' am. I groaned and flopped back on my bed. It was suppose to be sunny today, a day I dreaded. Edward wouldn't be at school which meant utter boredom for me.

"I don't want to go to school," I whined. Edward chuckled once and sighed, playing with my fingers.

"I know, I know. I don't want you to, either. But to stay inconspicuous, you have to." He murmured.

"Yeah, I know, you're right," I groaned. "Is it going to be sunny Tuesday?" I asked, hoping Alice had checked the weather in her mind.

"No, thank goodness. I don't know how I'd manage that," Edward whispered and kissed my head. My eyes flew open to see his face inches from mine. Without a word, his lips found mine. We stayed that way until I lost my breath. He pulled away – all too quickly – and looked at me, smiling.

"Breathe, dear," he whispered. As stupid as it sounds, his pet names for me made my heart flutter. He smiled wider at the sound and went back to playing with my hands. "Do you feel confident about your Biology test today?" he murmured, running his cold fingers up my wrist. I reminded myself to breathe, although that was extremely difficult when he was touching me.

"Biology is… easy," I managed to get out. I shut my eyes as he lifted my wrist to his nose and inhaled.

"That's good," he chuckled against my wrist. "At least you won't have any distractions."

"True, but that doesn't mean they aren't welcomed with open arms," I clarified as I felt him smile against my skin.

"Open arms," he repeated, inhaling.

"That's not hard for you, is it?" I asked.

"Bella, I went days thinking you were dead," he winced, "I think I can handle this."

"Good," I said, smiling.

We sat like that for an immeasurable about of time; him playing with my hands and arms and me laying there, enjoying it all. I saw him glance at the clock and back to me.

"Bella, I think its time you got ready for school. Charlie already left, but you need to get to school."

"Yeah, you're right," I sat up straight too quickly and I shook my head at the dizzy feeling. Edward kissed my hand. I smiled at him and leaned in, inhaling. He closed his eyes as I kissed the top of his head and stood up. I sprinted to my dresser to find clothes that I thought were okay clothing for the weather. I looked at the sweater in my hands and longed to wear my tank top and shorts. I shook my head and looked back at Edward, who was looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I giggled; he hated not being able to hear my thoughts. I simply shook my head and walked out of the door to the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door behind myself and flicking on the lights, I looked at myself in the mirror in horror. My hair was a mess, a 'haystack' as Edward had once put it. I quickly grabbed my hairbrush and tried to tame my insanely unkempt hair. It took what felt like forever, but my hair was finally decent. I changed out of my old sweats and into the royal blue sweater Edward had once complimented and a pair of jeans. I brushed my teeth quickly but thoroughly – not an easy task, let me tell you – and threw my sweats into the dirty clothes pile. Grabbing my toiletries bag, I made my way back to my room where Edward was waiting. Thankfully Charlie had left early and I wouldn't have to keep my voice low, Edward was also free to walk around the house and not have to worry if Charlie would see.

When I walked into my room and flicked on my light, I found Edward patiently waiting on the edge of my bed, humming something I recognized almost instantly. My lullaby. I smiled wide and walked over to him. He smiled in return and pointed to the door. I was hurt at first. Was I being rejected? Did he not want me to sit with him? I could feel my eyebrows pull together in confusion and I looked at Edward. He simply shook his head, stood up, and walked over to me. Before I could ask what he had meant, he picked me up and swung me over his shoulder, turning off the light simultaneously. We were downstairs in a flash. Edward set me down on the chair upright as he sat next to me. I hadn't said a word; I wasn't sure what to say.

"I was telling you that you might want to hurry, you will probably be late for school. You know how caught up we get," Edward explained, smiling. Oh, that made sense. I sighed, typical Edward, caring about others more than himself.

"Oh, right," I mumbled, looking at the clock. I had roughly five minutes before I would have to leave.

"You should probably get breakfast," he offered, nodding his head towards the kitchen. I squeezed his hand and went with my better judgment to let it go. I walked over to the cabinet and quickly found Pop Tarts. I opened the packet, well aware of Edward gaze, and took a bite, not willing to spend time toasting them. After about three bites I opened the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk. I poured myself a glass, put the milk back in the refrigerator, grabbed my Pop Tarts and cup, and headed back to the table. Edward patted the seat next to him and smiled warmly.

"Will you be driving me to school today?" I asked, hoping he would say yes. I took a bite and swallowed while watching him think about his answer.

"I guess not. People will think it's peculiar that I drop you off at school, yet don't go myself. No need to raise suspicions," he smiled. I understood his concerns. I would never be selfish enough to do anything to expose his family's truth.

"Alright," I said, finishing up the Pop Tart I had devoured. I quickly got up and threw the wrapper away and put my glass in the sink. I looked at the clock; I had about a minute or two before I had to leave. I debated on washing the cup when I saw Edward walk over to me.

"I'll take care of this, you don't want to be late," he said, putting a finger under my chin and pulling my head up to look him in the eyes.

"No, no, it's no problem," I said, shaking my head from beneath his finger. Was his generosity always going to be limitless? Edward closed his eyes and shook his head, as if answering my question. I thought at first he was.

"Always so stubborn," he muttered, opening his eyes. He grabbed the glass from out of the sink and let go of my face. I turned to him to give him a glare, but noticed that there was no longer a cup in his hand. I felt my jaw drop. Edward chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Vampire speed," he murmured, leaning in. The kiss was brief, but very sweet. I could tell he didn't want me to go to school, almost as much as I didn't want to go myself. When we finally broke away so I could breathe again, he smiled sweetly and kissed my forehead. "Run along to school now," he joked.

"Do I have to?" I whined, playing along with his little charade. His eyes became soft.

"I wish you didn't, believe me. But we will have time when you get back," he smiled and kissed my forehead. "But you really should go," he whispered almost inaudibly, stroking a cold finger against my cheek.

"Right, school," I groaned. Before he could react, I kissed his cheek and ran to grab my books. I giggled slightly as I watched his face go from shocked, to loved.

"I love you," he whispered, suddenly appearing at my side.

"I love you, too," I said warmly as he walked me to the door. I put my shoes on quickly and stood up straight. Standing on the tips of my toes, I kissed his temple and wrapped my arms around him.

A/N: yay! this is my second fanfiction :) you like so far? i have so much planned for this, i know if i was reading it i would love it. there is actually going to be suspence coming uppp :)

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