Snow~Fall and Delirium

Chapter 1, Ski slopes and my best friend are both evil

A/N: Alright, so this is a little short story that just came out of the crazy thing I like to call my brain one day. Actually, I was checking out some contests on The Twilight Awards and came across one where the main rule was that one of the main characters had to be an emergency services personnel of some kind. Voila! S~F&D was born. Sadly, I didn't get it done in time for the contest, which is just as well since it ended up way to long anyway. Apparently, I'm long winded.

Anyway, I hope you all like it. Leave me a review and let me know what ya think. Hopefully, you're confused along the way in some aspects. You're supposed to be, right along with little miss Bella. There are clues, so pay attention and you'll find out what exactly is going on at the end!

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"The Nicest Thing" ~ Kate Nash

All I know is that you're so nice; you're the nicest thing I've seen,

I wish that we could give it a go; see if we could be something,

I wish I was your favorite girl; I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world,

I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile, I wish the way I dressed was your favorite kind of style,

I wish you couldn't figure me out; But you'd always wanna know what I was about,

I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset; I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met,

I wish you had a favorite beauty spot that you loved secretly;

'Cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see,

Basically, I wish that you loved me; I wish that you needed me,

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, I actually meant three,

I wish that without me, your heart would break,

I wish that without me, you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake,

I wish that without me, you couldn't eat,

I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep,

All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen,

I wish that we could see if we could be something,

And I wish that we could see if we could be something.


'Ski slopes and my best friend are both evil'

I was having the most insane and frightening dream of my life. Traveling down a giant mountain at an inhuman speed and wondering how it was possible. How the hell did I get here? When I suddenly looked down, I realized that I was on skis; the white, slick ground beneath me was a mere blur. I looked back up and noticed that the evergreen forest on each side of me was nothing but a mixture of green and brown blobs.

I heard someone yell from behind me and recognized the voice. Rose. I remembered in a split second exactly why I was here. If I lived through this insanity, I was going to make it my mission in life to kick her goddamned ass.

I could feel myself losing control as I noticed the giant formation in front of me, speeding toward me like a freight train. I desperately tried to gain control of my movements, but it was all happening too fast. It was coming too fast and I couldn't…I couldn't get around it. Too fast, out of control.

I heard the crash, not realizing what had happened, and then the earth turned upside down. It spun and the freezing cold fluff was suddenly surrounding me, taking my breath from me, invading my face, my nose, my mouth, my gloves and coat. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear and suddenly everything was black.


"Miss? Miss, can you hear me?" It was a voice I didn't recognize. It sounded male and strangely angelic. Where the fuck was I and who the fuck was that? Had I died? In my sleep while having this ridiculous nightmare? If so, and this was the angel sent to take my soul away, so be it. I could've listened to that voice for all of eternity, but I wanted to see the face that belonged to it.

I tried to open my eyes, but it was as if my lids had been glued together. I tried to move my limbs, but again, it was futile. Just then, I heard my friend's voice and it sounded frantic. I fell back into utter and complete confusion.

"Her name is Bella! Bella, can you hear me? Oh shit! Please tell me she's not dead!"

Again, confusion. I thought I was dead, or still dreaming…surely I was still dreaming. "Shut up, Rose! I'm sleeping," I called out, but she didn't respond to me. No one did.

"I can see slight movement. She's breathing and she has a strong pulse, but she's in shock. She's going to be in bad shape if we don't move her a-sap," the angelic voice said again.

Rustling, more shouting, things moving about around me, but I was paralyzed and blind. The blackness descended on me once again.


It felt as if a weight had been lifted from my eyes as they fluttered open. I squinted as the painful light seeped through my lids and I continued to blink, trying to get used to the transition from complete darkness to bright white. An obnoxious sound pierced through my eardrums at that moment, and I cringed as I struggled to move my hands. I needed to muffle the sound of something I could only decipher as my college roommate – Rosalie's – irritating alarm clock that, strangely enough, sounded like a siren today. She was always changing it, trying to find new and exciting ways to piss me off when I was trying to sleep.

"Goddamn it, Rose! Turn that shit off. I'm trying to dream about a hot guy with a sexy voice right now!" I mumbled, annoyed.

"It's okay, Bella, it's okay." There was that perfectly soothing voice again and it sounded like he was chuckling. Oh, now that was beautiful music to my ears.

I was still struggling to cover my ears from the irreverent alarm clock that Rose was obviously ignoring, but immediately I felt something inhibit my movement. A tingling sensation coursed through the backs of my hands, up my arms, soothing me, comforting me. It was a feeling I could barely describe with words, but I wanted more of it. Was that his touch? The angel in my dream? If so, I wondered how it would feel if he touched other parts of my body. My God, whoever this was, he was causing my mind to dive straight into the gutter. I didn't want to wake up anymore. My nightmare had turned into an erotic fantasy based on his voice alone. Sadly, I'd probably open my eyes and realize that the amazing voice I'd been hearing belonged to something less than ethereal, less than I imagined, less than I wanted him to be.

Surely not. Surely my subconscious would do that to my fantasy, would it?

"Don't move, sweetheart. I need you to keep your hands still for me, okay?" Fucking Christ, that voice was liquefying my insides. It would be the death of me and I definitely hoped that this dream would last forever.

"Keep talking to me," I muttered, "please."

The sensual voice sounded musical this time as his soft laughter seeped into my aural orifice and stimulated my senses in a way that was absolutely obscene. "I can do that, Bella, absolutely, but can you do me a favor?"

For you, I'd do anything, my subconscious mind thought.

"Open your eyes for me. Can you do that?"

Jesus, my eyelids felt like they weighed a ton again, but I tried with all my might to grant him his request. I wanted to see him, this stranger whose voice alone was wreaking havoc on my body; becoming the center of my universe. Hopefully, I wouldn't be alone in my apartment when I opened my eyes. My lids fluttered repeatedly and I squinted again, trying to adjust to the brightness.

"That a girl," he whispered, and it was all the more motivation I needed.

"Ow," I groaned as the painfully bright light rushed into my orbs, causing a searing pain to rip through my head.

"There she is." I heard the smile in his tone and it comforted me somehow. "Welcome back, Bella," he continued and I heard a gasp from somewhere nearby.

"Oh my God, is she awake? Bella? Is she going to be okay?" It was Rose again. Damn it. Her voice was so shrill that it sent another sharp pain bouncing around my head like it was a pin ball machine, and I jerked in an involuntary response.

"I think so," Sexy Voice said. "But she hit her head pretty hard. We'll have to wait for some tests to be run at the hospital. Bella? Can you look at me?"

I blinked. Everything was so bright and so blurry. There where shiny surfaces, something metallic. As the images slowly began to take shape, I realized we were – I thought – moving. I looked around further, noting my surroundings; metal shelves, apparatus I didn't recognize, but understood to be medical equipment of some kind. I noticed tanks with writing on them. The letters swirled around until my eyes finally adjusted and I realized it said Oxygen. Above me, I saw a bag of clear fluid and followed the slender tubing down to where it connected to my hand and disappeared beneath my pale, almost translucent skin. An I.V. My surroundings, an ambulance. Oh God, what's happening to me?

The siren pierced through my ears again and everything seemed to explode…light, sound, color; it was all too much and I began to panic. "Wha—what…" I stammered as I tried to sit up or at least move. I wasn't dreaming after all? I tried desperately to remember where I had been, what I'd been doing before, but my head was a dense cloud of fog.

"Whoa, calm down." It was Sexy Voice again. Huh, at least I hadn't dreamed that. A blurry face emerged, hovering over mine in close proximity. My nose caught on first. His scent was incredible; a strange combination of peppermint and musk that sent my senses into a frenzy. He smelled fucking delicious. Despite my complete confusion as to where I was and what the hell happened to me, not to mention the fact that I could possibly be on my deathbed as it was now quite obvious I was flat on my back in an ambulance, I found myself tallying up the pleasantries my new friend possessed.

Amazing voice – check. Delicious scent – check. Now, let's see the face.

I tried to focus as his features began to become clearer and clearer. When I finally saw him, he took my breath away. I stopped breathing and the little oxygen tube shoved into my nostrils wasn't doing much to help.

"Holy shit. You're fucking gorgeous," I muttered breathlessly and without thinking. Obviously, I had a very serious brain injury. I heard a giggle, then a snort from Rosalie as I watched the crimson wash over Sexy Voice's face. "Oops." I tried to smile, mortified by my delirious rambling. "Sorry, I…didn't mean to say that out loud." My eyes traveled along his face, memorizing his features: thick, but not too thick – actually perfect – eyebrows, lashes that were much longer than necessary, high cheek bones, the most amazing green eyes I'd ever seen, the slight bend in the bridge of his nose that gave him manly character, and a razor sharp jaw line covered in at least a couple days worth of scruff – which kicked my hormones in to high gear. A wild yet sexy mess of light bronze hair adorned his head and I felt the strangest urge to run my fingers through it. The lips, curled up on one side into a shy, crooked grin, couldn't be described with words alone. Those things did something to me that was downright pornographic.

I dragged my eyes down along his neck, noting his Adam's apple as it bobbed when he swallowed. The top button of his navy blue uniform shirt was open to reveal a white t-shirt; the small tuft of hair peeking out from behind it hinted to me that a manly chest lay underneath it – one that needed my fingers on it in exploration. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth at the thought of that. I scanned the name tag attached to the pocket of his shirt and discovered the name belonging to this work of art before me. Next to the Star of Life EMT symbol was this glorious creature's name. Edward Cullen, Emergency Medical Tech. It should have said Extraordinaire after that.

"Edward," I whispered, and it felt good as it rolled off my tongue. I watched as his indescribable lips spread into a toothy grin and he nodded.

"Yes, Ma'am, my name is Edward Cullen. I'm an EMT and we're taking you to the hospital. Do you know where you are, Bella?" I shook my head slightly and noticed his eyes dart over to my very worried looking friend. He was giving Rosalie a run for her money on the good looks thing and that was saying a lot, considering the stunning blonde haired, brown eyed beauty I called my best friend. "You don't remember what happened?" I shook my head again, beginning to feel weak and tired.

My eyes fluttered closed again as I listened to his voice caress every inch of my body. "You're in Hurricane Ridge, Bella. You and your friend Rose, here, were skiing and it seems you lost control. You took a pretty hard tumble and appear to have hit your head. It all depends on what the doctors say, but I can tell you with confidence that you've got a pretty significant concussion. Bella?"

"Mmm?" I responded incoherently.

"I need you to try and stay awake now, okay? Can you do that for me?" Sexy Face-Voice – I mean – Edward said. I nodded, or at least I thought I did.

Why would I agree to spend my holiday vacation time in the Olympic National fucking Forest on skis when I had issues not falling on my face on foot for Christ's sake? I could barely process what he was saying to me because it was ridiculous. Rosalie knew me well enough to know that I would never even think about tip-toeing onto a ski slope, let alone strap on a pair of boots and skis and proceed to fling myself down to my inevitable death. I wouldn't do it because I would find myself in the back of an ambulance…with a fucking concussion…more or less clinging to life. I'd had to have been shit-can drunk in order to agree to do something that ignorant. I just wish I'd remembered the circumstances.

"Bella? Bella, stay with me, sweetie. Bella? Shit!" I heard him mutter with concern lacing his tone.

Oh, if I died because she'd talked me into this, I was going to come back and haunt the hell out of her. The sexy paramedic was a nice touch, however, but not if I didn't live to see where this fateful meeting might've lead me. I just wished I could've kept my eyes open to behold more of his beauty. I felt myself drift off again and the next time I opened my eyes, he was gone.


As I looked around the brightly lit hospital room, everything appeared to be very sterile and white; I noticed my best friend slumped over in the chair across the room, asleep. Why the hell was everything so bright? Were they trying to torture me, as if my head didn't hurt enough? I groaned and reached my hand up to the side of my head, feeling a very large, very tender goose egg. Wonderful. This was the result of my best friend's idea of fun, obviously, and I glared at her.

I cleared my throat and she stirred. Look at her, all gorgeous and perfectly pain free while I lay here like an invalid with a planet growing on my head. "I'm going to kill you, Rose!" I grumbled and she jumped up, running to the side of my bed.

"Shit, Bella! I didn't know if you were going to wake up. I'm so sorry. I should've never suggested that—"

"Suggested?" I narrowed my eyes even further and she grinned nervously.

"Okay, insisted. I never should've insisted that we ski that bowl…err…hill, I mean." Her eyes widened at her little slip-up.

"Wait a minute. Bowl? A bowl, Rosalie? Are you fucking kidding me? You are talking about the kind of bowl that's at the very top of the mountain, right? The straight down on each side kind? The kind that you have to avoid the giant boulders coming at you as you fly down the mountain at lighting speed? That kind, Rose?" I snarled, trying to sit up and groaning as my head pulsed and throbbed. I dropped back down onto my pillow in frustration.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Bells. Don't blame this on me. You wanted to do it. I tried to talk you out of it," she stated, trying to cover up with sarcasm.

Suddenly, my memory came rushing back to me in a wave and I pointed my forefinger at her, which was sheathed by the pulse/oxygen monitor. "No you didn't!" I snarled again. "You bet me that I couldn't do it. And then you said if I tried it, you'd pay me a hundred dollars!"

Her face blanched slightly as she began to stutter. Yeah, fucking bus-ted. "I did not…I mean…I wasn't…you didn't have to, I mean," she laughed nervously. "You are a grownup, Bella."

I rolled my eyes and it hurt, which pissed me off even further. "Whatever! This is your fault, Rose, so pay up because I won! I did it and you owe me a hundred big ones!" I continued to glare at her as she shook her head.

"Bells, that concussion must be worse than we thought. I don't think you're memory is quite up to par."

I growled at her and she flinched. "I remember just fine now, thank you very much. Now, give me my money!"

"Okay, okay." She raised her eyebrows at me mockingly. "Just chill the hell out before you give yourself an aneurism on top of everything else. Can we at least wait until you're out of here?" She was whispering, which was a clear sign that my friend had been defeated. "I mean, this is no time to be discussing this in your fragile condition."

I rolled my eyes again, apparently not learning my lesson the first time I did it, and unleashed a sharp pain from my eye sockets to the back of my skull. "Fine, Rose, but I won't be forgetting about this," I hissed.

"Yeah, well I have to thank you anyway," she stated in her sardonic tone.

"Oh yeah? Why may I ask is that?" I shot back.

She pulled her chair up to my bed and leaned over, suddenly giddy. "Okay, Bells, don't be mad."

I furrowed my brow. "What else did you do?" I questioned.

"Nothing," she responded, feigning innocence. "You know how much I love you and feel bad that you got hurt and all…" she trailed off and I pursed my lips.

"Mm-hmm, sure," I replied with heavy sarcasm.

"Well, again, I'm not glad in any way that you got hurt, but because you did, I have a date with a very sexy paramedic," she squealed. My stomach fell through my knees and my face must not have masked my disappointment because Rose suddenly looked sad. "I'm sorry," she said in a low tone. "I'm a shitty friend."

I shook my head and squeezed her hand. "No you're not. Okay, sometimes you are, but I'm just, well…you're going out with Edward and I was just, I don't know, hoping that…" I shrugged and looked away.

"What?" she asked in a shrill tone. "Edward? Oh no, not him." She chuckled. "That guy's got it bad for you, Bells. You should've heard how concerned he was about you when we got here. Then he was asking me all these questions about you…your favorite color…flowers…if you had a boyfriend…" she trailed off again chuckling as I stared at her in utter disbelief. Sexy Voice-Face Edward had it bad for…me? "Anyway," Rose continued, "I'm going out with his friend, Emmett. He was driving the ambulance and damn, is he fine." She wiggled her eyebrows and I laughed.

Just as I was about to riddle her with a million and one questions about the Greek god that was apparently into me, there was a light knock at the door. I looked over to see a stunningly good looking, blond haired man donning a lab coat and stethoscope. He had the same green, sparkling eyes that my savior from the ambulance had.

"Isabella Swan?" he cooed in a very soothing, comforting voice. I nodded. "I'm doctor Carlisle Cullen." He smiled warmly. "My son, Edward has told me a little bit about what happened. Seems you got into a fight with a boulder and the boulder won."

I glared at Rosalie, who averted her gaze from mine quickly. "Seems that way," I responded with a weak smile.

He padded over to me and began examining my head, then shined his doctor flashlight thing into my eyes one at a time. "Well," he began, "your pupils are responding nicely and you appear to be doing well, but we're going to keep you another night for observation. Okay, Isabella?" I nodded in response. "I want you to get some rest so that you can get back to enjoying your vacation if you're better tomorrow."

"Yes, Doctor Cullen," I responded as I leaned back onto my pillow.

A short time later, as I was drifting in and out of slumber again, there was another knock at my hospital room door. I opened my eyes to see the most beautiful man on the face of the earth staring back at me with a proud smile plastered across his delicious lips. In his hand was an incredible bouquet of lilies with two large balloons that said 'Get Well Soon' across them. To say that I was surprised was the understatement of my life and my mouth hung open embarrassingly.

"H—hey, Bella, remember me?" I nodded once, staring at him like an idiot. He was still wearing his EMT uniform and the navy blue cargo pants he had on hugged his hips and thighs in the most fantastic way. He had unbuttoned the sleeves of his uniform shirt and rolled them up to a three-quarter sleeve length, revealing lean, muscular forearms, and he was tall. Oh so tall and glorious. I wondered if my tongue was hanging out of my mouth yet. "Err, um, can I come in for a minute?"

I shook my head subtly; pulling myself out of the fantasy I was currently having about ripping those clothes off of him, and cleared my throat. "Of course, please…come in," I managed.

He walked over to me in what seemed like slow motion. It resembled a sexy movie star strut, and I felt my insides begin to melt.

"Well, hey McDreamy." Rosalie stood up quickly from the chair she'd been sitting in and brushed off her tight fitting sweater and jeans. I threw a glare in her direction, but she ignored me.

Edward blushed slightly at her description of him as he muttered a shy "Hey, how are you?" back to her. It was so fucking cute.

"Is your friend here? Emmett 'hotness' McCarty?"

Edward laughed and nodded. "He's in the waiting room. He was actually wondering if you were still here." He cocked his head to the side and I thought Rosalie was going to spontaneously combust. She tried to hide it though, and shrugged.

"Well, I'll just go say hi. I better call everyone and let them know you're still alive as well." She whipped out her iPhone and looked at me pointedly as I mouthed 'Thank you' to her. Still, I cringed thinking of my mom freaking out instantly and my father having his typical 'Charlie Swan, Chief of Police' conniption fit.

"Tell them I'm fine," I demanded. "Tell them I do not want them making the trip out here."

"Okie dokie. See you two kids in a bit," she replied in a sing-song voice as she nearly skipped out of the room.

I looked back at Edward, who was eyeing me curiously with a slight grin. As he sat the gorgeous bouquet and balloons on the side table next to me, I was suddenly and painfully aware that I was dressed in a nasty hospital gown with hair that had to resemble the bride of Frankenstein…as well as a giant bump on the side of my head. I was mortified and felt the heat creeping across my face relentlessly.

"So, uh, you feeling better?" he asked me and I responded with a nod. "Well you look, uh, g—great," he said with his green eyes sparkling. This caused me to laugh out loud, and then snort. I covered my mouth quickly with my hand and Edward chuckled. "What?" he asked, widening his eyes, feigning ignorance.

"I look awful," I responded, "but thanks for your kindness."

He reached down and ran his forefinger under my chin lightly, lifting it so that I had to look at him and causing my skin to ignite under his touch. "You obviously don't see what I see," he said seductively. At that moment, I realized that my heart would never be the same. That is, if it didn't literally explode within the walls of my chest. I could feel it beating wildly clear up into my throat and wondered if he could hear it. Of course, I didn't have to wonder long as the heart monitor I was unfortunately attached to began to beep more quickly, telling him exactly what he was doing to me. Again, the heat washed over my face as I was sure I was glowing as brightly red as the light on my monitors. He reached up quickly and pressed a button to quiet it, then flashed this dazzling crooked grin at me. Needless to say, I was happy he'd turned that damned machine off – or whatever he did.

"Pesky machines," he muttered and I nodded. "Well…" He shoved his hands into his pants pockets and looked around awkwardly. "I guess I shouldn't keep you from resting. I should…I should get going." I was distracted by where my eyes had followed his hands to – the bulge in between his pockets – and I bit my lip, holding back a moan. "Bella?" he asked, tearing me from my fantasy, but not far from it with that ridiculous voice of his. Jesus Christ, I didn't even know this guy and I wanted to ravage him, then have him return the favor. Strangely though, to me, it seemed more than just a physical attraction. Pace yourself, Swan.

"Huh?" I shook my head.

"I was just going to leave you to rest," he responded quietly.

"No!" I squealed with a little too much passion, and he looked at me questioningly, then smiled. "I mean…" I tried to reign in the urge to jump off the bed and onto him. "I wouldn't mind your company, i—if you aren't busy. I mean, until Rose comes back?" I gave him my best pathetic puppy dog eyes and he dropped his head down. I could see the wide smile he was trying to mask and it sent tingles of excitement through my veins.

"Okay," he said musically and pulled the chair Rosalie had been sitting in next to the bed up behind him and sat. I wanted to invite him into my bed, but figured that might've been construed as a little too forward.


He stayed well into the evening, mesmerizing me with his smile and gentle, yet smoldering green eyes. We talked about how he was an only child to his father, Carlisle – my doctor; and his mother, Esme, who was an interior designer in Port Angeles, where he grew up. He told me how he'd always wanted a sibling, but that Emmett was close enough to him that he considered his best friend a brother. We mused about the irony that I was also an only child to my father, Charlie, and mother, Renee, as well as the fact that I was here with my best friend, Rose, who I'd grown up with, who is also like a sister to me, and who'd taken a bit of a liking to Emmett. We chuckled together at the thought of Rose and Emmett and God-only-knew what they could've been doing at that moment. We agreed that our friends were neither one very shy when they wanted something, and joked about them wreaking havoc in one of the supply rooms around the hospital.

I learned that both he and Emmett had grown up together and that they were avid snowboarders. He made some asinine comment about how he'd love to teach me someday, to which I scoffed. When he looked almost hurt, I felt like a bitch, so I pointed to the giant bump on my head and muttered how I should probably steer clear of snow-covered mountainsides. That brought the panty-dropping smile back to his face and he nodded in obvious agreement.

He asked about me and I told him of my modest upbringing in the tiny town of Forks, not far from here, and how my dad was the police chief. He swallowed a little too thickly on that one and I giggled. I then mentioned that I was a senior at the University of Washington in Seattle.

"Well, you're a long way from home, huh," he stated matter-of-factly.

I shrugged. "It's only a few hours. Besides, it's nice to get away for a little while." He quirked a sexy eyebrow at me and I chuckled as I continued. "Unless, of course, you severely injure yourself the second day of your trip and end up in the hospital for the duration of your holiday." I gestured quotation marks on the last word.

"Nah." He shook his head as he spoke with a confidence I had no choice but to believe. "You'll be outta here tomorrow, but you should probably take it easy. Relax at least for a day afterward. Don't be jumping back onto those dangerous bowls. Don't be trying to race down the slopes or jump trees for at least a couple days," he teased.

"Puh-lease," I scoffed again, teasing him back. "Don't you worry about that." I rolled my eyes. "Snow skiing and the uncoordinated, like myself, definitely do not mix. I'm so done with that." I held my hands up in surrender and he laughed.

"Well, I'm sure there are other things you could do that don't involve nearly killing yourself." He got a strange look in his eyes and smirked when he said that. Naturally I was intrigued, so I pushed further."

"Oh yeah? Like what?" I raised my eyebrows flirtatiously and watched him blush a little.

He averted his gaze and shrugged. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe you could call your boyfriend to spend some quality time with you while you recuperate." My mouth fell open and I stared at him briefly, trying to think of a clever come back. I knew he'd asked Rosalie if I had a boyfriend and I was certain she wouldn't have told someone as insanely hot as he was a blatant lie, so he must have been trying to make sure. Nonetheless, he was totally probing me to see if I was attached and I could barely form words.

Finally, I found my voice again. "That would be nice." I nodded and watched the disappointment flit across his features. A-ha! He is into me. I decided to be honest because, in all actuality, I couldn't stand to see that look on his face. So, I elaborated. "But it's really impossible, you see?"

"It is?" He searched my face and I watched the corners of his mouth begin to curl up in a smile that he was trying to hide.

"Yes, it is," I replied, "because I don't have a boyfriend."

He let out a very quiet, yet very obvious breath and I couldn't believe my ears when he mumbled almost inaudibly, "That's good." He cleared his throat and took a breath, proceeding to ask me what I was majoring in at school. It was apparent that he was trying to change the subject as well as the awkwardness that had ensued. I hesitated to tell him, feeling a little self conscious that it wasn't something amazingly exciting, like medicine or law, or even marine biology or something. For some reason, I didn't want him to think I was some prudish bookworm; a nerd that preferred staying indoors and reading rather than partying or engaging in extreme sports. However, that was exactly what I was, minus the prude – since I seemed to have to refrain myself from grabbing this stranger by the shirt and pulling him into my bed. He seemed to be more of the outdoorsy type, seeing as though he was an avid snowboarder and quite physically fit from what I could see of him with his clothes on.

Nevertheless, I explained that I was a Gen-Ed major with an emphasis in elementary education. "I know…totally boring," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

He seemed surprised by that statement. "What? No way. That's amazing, Bella. I, uh, I admire anyone who'd be able to handle teaching a room full of rambunctious kids." He shook his head.

I took the opportunity to interrogate him a little bit. "What, you don't like kids?" I quirked an eyebrow at him, attempting to tease again.

His eyes widened slightly as he stared into mine, no doubt gauging the real reason behind my question. Then he grinned and chuckled on his breath. "No, no, I love kids. Just not twenty-five of them at once."

I laughed at his blatant honesty. "Alright, I'll give you that one." I smiled at him and he stared back, his gaze intense, and for several moments, our eyes were locked on one another. I felt myself becoming heated as I realized that there was an undeniable pull between us. It was that moment…that very intense moment when you knew you wanted to kiss this person, but wasn't sure if they felt the same way. I contemplated whether I was the one wondering of if he was the one wondering or both.

Maybe you just have a concussion and you're fucking delusional, and he's really looking at you like you're a moron. Maybe not. It was safe to say I was a little on the confused side.

And then he began to inch toward me very slowly. I watched him swallow nervously; his deep, green eyes shifted between mine and my lips and my heart began to race. Thank God he'd turned that machine off earlier.

Suddenly, there was a rather loud knock on the door, followed by a "Miss Swan?" Edward and I both jumped and let out the breaths we'd been holding. He slumped back into the chair looking defeated and I cleared my throat, weakly calling back.


A very upbeat and quirky nurse practically skipped into my room and introduced herself to me as 'Jessica.' She eyed the man that had nearly locked lips with me seconds before in an almost provocative way, and I had a strange urge to rip her hair from her head. She then cocked her head to the side and gave him a toothy grin. "Hey, Eddie! How ya been?"

"Hey." He nodded quickly, not looking at her. "Fine."

"Watcha doin' here? Your shift over?" she asked, pretty much ignoring me completely. Ugh, what a whore, I thought menacingly, then laughed at myself. How ridiculous of me to be jealous of the interaction before me when I didn't even know either of them. Who was being the whore here…wanting to jump the bones of some strange man, despite the fact that I felt like I already knew him? Oh yeah, that was me. Oddly enough, she shared a name with one of the most annoying bitches I'd ever known in one of my classes. Maybe that was why I hated her immediately.

He shifted nervously in his seat before responding. "Uh, yeah it is…and I'm just visiting a friend." I felt an odd sense of satisfaction in that he was obviously uncomfortable around this nurse, Jessica, but I wondered what the story was behind that. I definitely planned to probe on that one.

"Well, visiting hours are almost over, mister," she scolded him teasingly, the way a mother would scold their infant. It made me want to gag. "So don't make me have to kick you outta here, okie doke?"

He rolled his eyes and looked at me as I bit back a bitchy giggle. "Okie doke, Jess." Jess? Interesting.

"And for you, young lady," she addressed me sweetly. "I've got something to help you sleep." She handed me a blue pill and I eyed it warily. "Oh relax, it's just Tylenol PM. Now, swallow that down, chop-chop!" she said in a sing-song voice. I did just that and, thankfully, she left shortly after.

"So," I said to Edward, eyeing him playfully. "Jess, huh? Is she your girlfriend?" I teased, pursing my lips.

He coughed in response to my question, and then vehemently shook his head. "What? Eww, no!" I quirked my eyebrow at him, knowing there was more, but truthfully not expecting him to elaborate. "That's a friend of my mom's daughter. I went on one date with her a long, long time ago to appease my mother, and that was quite enough for me." I felt a stab of jealously before he continued. "She's like one of those annoying alarm clocks that you can't figure out, for the life of you, how to turn off. The girl doesn't shut up. Ever. I don't think she even breathes."

I laughed out loud at the look of disgust on his face.

"No, I'm like you…" He hesitated. "…no girlfriend. It's very sad." He puckered his bottom lip, playfully pouting and I wanted to suck on it. Jesus, pace yourself, Swan. Good God!

"Well, remind me not to talk too much," I blurted before slapping my hand over my traitorous mouth.

He looked at me and smiled widely, victoriously. He leaned in toward me again, more quickly this time, and I felt my body ignite under his gaze. I though he would tease me about what I'd let slip, but instead he told me he had the next day off and asked if I would mind him dropping by to see me again. See me again. He wanted to see me again. I damn near went full-on fucking fan-girl, but I reined it in. Besides, the effects of the sleeping pill were quickly taking hold of me and I was too tired to be as giddy as I wanted to be. I nodded and yawned as his face began to distort in front of me…and my eyes began to cross.

I was losing focus and he must have recognized it because he mumbled something about letting me get some rest. I mumbled back incoherently to him and fell back onto my pillow as the room seemed to be pulsing, almost breathing on its own. It was making me dizzy. I remembered that he placed his lips on my forehead, which felt warm and tingly afterward, and I could've sworn that I heard him whisper something about me resembling an angel before he left. But that definitely could've been my imagination. Damn, that pill seemed to be a lot stronger than a Tylenol PM.


*Chapter end notes: Well, there you have it. My first chapter of my new fic. What did you think? Press that 'Review' button and let me know. Notice anything strange yet? Keep reading, you just might. The rest of the chapters will be shorter than this one, but hopefully just as interesting. ;-)

For those of you wondering about "Forsaken In My Mind's Past," I haven't stopped writing it. Chapter 37 should be up (hopefully) by the end of the weekend. *fingers crossed*

Mwuah! Love you all. Peace out.