I'm baaaaack! 8D

Yep! I'm back babeh! ;D Originally, I wanted to post an Unplanned Epilogue on Valentine's Day because I wasn't ready to give up these guys . . . Yeah, THAT apparently didn't happen . . . I'm two months late. -.- I had an unbridled fit of inspiration a while ago and just had to get it all out! Also, I had to tell you what my friend Wendy (Sesshoumaru'smate4ever) named my Edward and Bella! She's lovingly dubbed them Gorgeous Greekward and Backbone Bella. :) Or Rudeward when he's shoving people in the parking lot lol. Though I think I'd like to call them Valentineward and Valentinella. :) And she left me some VERY interesting reviews . . . She used to be so quiet. What the HELL have I done? xD So this chap goes out to her because she is my best friend and she got me into this whole fanfic thing anyway. I love you with the heart of my bottom! But Valentineward is mine. I claimed him, like, forever go. And yes, Jessica and Mike ARE the most UHHHH couple in the world! xD She wants me to mention Alex Goot (our favorite singer) in the story, sooo. . . ;) Btw he's amazing.

This chap came inspired to me when I watched a certain 80's movie a couple months back.

And just so you know, this Epilogue goes under the "So fluffy I could die!" category. And it's the longest chapter yet! :O But I hope no one's complain'. ;)

Okay I'll shut up nao. :B

~1 Year Later~

"Did you send in your college applications yet?" Angela spoke up from across my kitchen table.

I looked up from cutting the vegetables for tonight's dinner. "Uh, yeah. To University of Washington."

"Don't you want to apply anywhere else?" she asked with raised eyebrows over the glasses that were perched on the edge of her nose. "You could get into a really great school, you know? You're grades are impeccable!"

"Oh now you're just exaggerating. They're not that great. Where are you heading for?"


I blanched and stared at her. "Wow, Ang. That's great. Did you get accepted yet?"

"No, I'm still waiting for the word. But I think I really have a chance. I'm going to try and get my doctorate in psychology. But really, Bella, why don't you want to get into a larger school?"

"Well I want to stay close to home, and UDub has some great programs. Besides, what does it matter? I'll get a good education regardless. Where is Ben going?"

She raised her chin defiantly at me and I snickered as she scrunched her nose so her glasses weren't falling off her face anymore. "He's going for Yale too, but if one of us doesn't get in, we'll just do long distance." She looked down and blushed softly.

I smiled. She and Ben were the cutest. They'd gotten together just shortly after spring break last year and had been inseparable since.

"What about Edward?"

My hand froze on its way down to cutting a carrot. I took a deep breath before speaking again. "What about him?"

"Well aren't you applying to the same colleges as he is?"

"I have."

"But isn't he planning on heading to Berkeley?"

I huffed and placed the knife on the cutting board, the tension in my shoulders rising. "Yes, he is. I applied as well. I don't really want to talk about it Ang, not with you."

I felt like saying that was rude, but it was true. It was something I had to talk to Edward about. And soon. I walked over and hugged her. "Sorry, Angela. It's just kind of a hard topic."

She nodded and squeezed me back. "I know, trust me. It's hard for me too with Ben." She smiled sadly, then her expression became stern. "But I swear, Bella, that if you don't keep things with Edward, I will cheerfully beat you to death. He's a great guy and you love him, I know you do. Don't let anything get in the way of that. If you do, just know that I am Team Edward all the way."

I laughed. "Don't worry; I don't think I could let that happen. He's going to have to put up with me for a bit longer." We both giggled mercilessly when there came the tell-tale knock from the front door. And suddenly the room was brighter to me.

I got up and ran to the door, throwing it open anxiously. "Well speak of the devil!"

Edward stood there on my doorstep, looking more gorgeous than any person had a right to be. I leaned on the door jam with crossed arms and took a moment to enjoy the view. My eyes traveled up and down his frame unabashedly before reaching his face where a beautiful smirk waited for me. I returned the smirk and his eyes shined.

"The devil? Well I neva'!" he warbled in a terrible British accent. We both laughed as he took me in his arms.

I grinned up at him. "Hi."

"Hello." Edward's eyes drifted up my head and his smile was blinding. He snatched my white beanie off my head and placed it on his before giving me a chaste but meaningful kiss.

"Oh, puke." We both jumped at the sound of Angela's voice. She was standing in the entryway to the kitchen smiling slyly.

"Oh shush. This isn't near as bad as when I caught you and Ben la – "

"Meep! I thought we agreed to never speak of The Incident again!"

"What incident?" Edward asked me.

"Don't you dare tell him!"

"Oh well this one time – "

She squeaked. "Well, gotta' run!" She grabbed her coat off the couch and sprinted past us. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"That doesn't mean crap coming from you!" I yelled back. Her laughter could be heard through the door.

I turned back to Edward, but his face was much closer than I anticipated. My cheek bumped his lightly, making me gasp at his proximity.

"Mmmm," He hummed against the skin of my neck. He planted a soft kiss there under my ear and I had to control a moan.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cullen, but have you ever heard of personal space?" I teased. His low chuckle rumbled against my chest.

"Not until just now, Miss Swan." I felt his smile grow on my collarbone. He had a strange fascination with my collarbone, but that was fine by me, since he didn't seem to mind my fascination with his chiseled jaw line. "Mind explaining it to me?"

"I would, but I really don't want to. I actually quite like how distance-challenged you are. But you came here for a reason." I pulled back and gave him a pensive look. He pouted.

Edward sighed. "You're right; just let me go get my guitar from the trunk." He walked towards the door, but stopped as if he forgot something. Then he turned around slowly, a desirous burning flame in his eyes. "When we're done though, I will have my way with you." I gulped. Oh, Lord.

He turned back, casting a lascivious glance over his shoulder, and strode out. I blew a breath out and slumped on the wall. That boy would be the death of me. And I loved it.

We'd come a long way in this last year. Turns out that all that built up tension and wanting led to some really great things. Like, really great. It's not like we rushed into anything, oh no. I was nowhere near ready for certain things and I doubted he was as well. We took it slow, or slow enough for teenagers, and got to know each other. He confided in me as I did him and I know that no one knows me the way he does. So when the time came for us to take the next step, it didn't feel strange or bad; it just felt right.

Though I have to admit that since then he hasn't been able to keep his hands to himself.

Shaking my head to clear it, I headed up the stairs to my room. I grabbed Bonnie and sat in the middle of the bed, strumming a few cords of Wonderwall by Oasis. The original is amazing, but I can't even fathom how gorgeous Ryan Adams' cover of it is. It's so soulful. That's how Edward found me when he walked in.

He grinned. "A little Ryan Adams, eh? I see how it is."

"What?" I laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Haha, nothing. I just like to pick on you." He came forward and gave me a small peck. "I said maybe you're gonna' be the one that saves me. And after all, you're my Wonderwall," he whispered against my lips, turning his head a bit to wrap them around mine as he spoke. Tingles shot down my back and lower, making me shiver.

"Nooo," I murmured. "We have to get this session down." I pulled back and playfully punched his arm. "What do you think you're paying me for?"

"Ow! That hurt. I'm wounded. You've wounded me, woman." He placed a hand on his chest in a sense of mock affliction. I rolled my eyes; it didn't hurt at all. Then the mirth broke over and he beamed at me. "And I'm not paying you to jam sesh with me! If I were paying you, it would be for more . . . pleasurable things." He waggled his eyebrows at me.

I hit him for real now. "Quit with the innuendos! Now sit your fine ass down here." I patted the bed space in front of me. "I am ready to JAM!"

He shot me my favorite crooked smile and scooted to the middle of the bed with me. We sat facing each other with our guitars between us. Shortly after us getting together last Valentine's Day, he'd taken me to his house to meet his parents for the first time. Of course I'd met Dr. Carlisle and his lovely wife before, but never as the girlfriend of their son. So to say I was nervous was an understatement. But they'd been more than gracious to welcome me into their home. There I discovered that Edward also played the guitar after seeing the classic Henderson propped on a stand in his room.

Edward settled his guitar in his lap and strummed it softly. He'd named it Marling, after the British singer Laura Marling. "So what are we starting with today?"

"Well, I guess we can start with that one country song we've been working on for a while: Somebody Like You? Maybe?"

"Yeah, sure." He gave me one last smile before bending his head over the guitar to play the beginning chords with me.

"There's a new wind blowin' like I've never known,
I'm breathin' deeper than I've ever done,
And it sure feels good, to finally feel the way I do.
Now, I wanna love somebody,
Love somebody like you.

An' I'm lettin' go of all my lonely yesterdays
I've forgiven myself for the mistakes I've made
Now there's just one thing, the only thing I wanna do, mmm-mmm.

I wanna love somebody,
Love somebody like you."

At that line, he winked at me. I just rolled my eyes and joined him on the chorus.

"Yeah, I wanna feel the sunshine,
Shinin' down on me and you.
When you put your arms around me,
You let me know there's nothing in this world I can't do.

Our voices melded perfectly in sync, and I couldn't keep the huge grin off my face while singing the next verse solo.

"I used to run in circles goin' no-where fast,
I'd take-a one step forward and two steps back.
Couldn't walk a straight line even if I wanted to, mmm-mmm.
I wanna love somebody,
Love somebody like you.

"Whoa, here we go now!" he yelled and strummed furiously. "Guitar solooo!"

"You're a goofball!" I laughed. Edward was standing up on my bed in all his socked-feet glory. I got up and joined him. We played like rock stars, tongues lashing out and everything, even though it was a country song.

We sang the chorus in a fit of glee, jumping up and down on the mattress and yelling more than singing. The comforter and all pillows went flying off, but I couldn't have cared less. This was too much fun. I shook my head back and forth, the loose bun on top of my head coming loose and setting my hair falling down in tumbles.

Suddenly, he stopped playing and looked at me. I raised an eyebrow as if to ask "what are you doing?" He took a step towards me while I kept plucking the strings. He pushed away the strands of hair in my face and cupped my cheek.

"Sometimes it's hard for me to understand,
But you're teachin' me to be a better man.
I don't want to take this life for granted like I used to do, no, no.
I wanna love somebody,
Love somebody like you.
I'm ready to love somebody,
Love somebody like you, ooh."

Edward stared at me affectionately, his forest green eyes shining warmly.

I sang back: "An' I wanna love somebody,
Love somebody like you, yeah!"

He jumped off the bed and started playing again. "Hey, I wanna' love ya' baby! Oh-ooh."

This time he played while I watched. I got off the bed and stood in front of him while he sang.

"Oh yeah oh, I wanna be the man in the middle of the night,
Shinin' like it's true.
I wanna be the man that you run to whenever I call on you,
When everything that loved someone finally found its way,
Wanna be a better man, I see it in you

When he ended the song, I put Bonnie down and took Marling from him. Everything was quiet as I looked up at his questioning expression.

Then I just attacked him.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, because I almost knocked him over when I jumped him. He steadied himself quickly and I wrapped my legs around him. My hands went for his hair, but the beanie was in the way, so I snatched it off his head and threw it somewhere.

My lips were all over him; just every-frickin-where. His cheek, under his ear, his jawline (oh God, yes, that jawline of his), his Adam's apple, the hollow of his throat, the hollow of his collar bone, his temple, his forehead, the bridge of his nose, his chin, and finally, finally, his lips. Goodness, those lips were a heaven sent. There wasn't anything more amazing in this world than those lips on mine. Well, except maybe. . .

I gasped when I felt his cold hands push under my shirt on the small of my back.

"Sorry, are my hands too cold?" He started to withdraw them, but I wasn't having that. I knew his hands would be cold after playing the guitar, they always were. And it was something of a strange turn on for me.

"No, by all means continue." I felt his chuckle vibrate through my body and just God why couldn't he get any closer to me? I pulled and tugged on his arm, simpering for more.

I felt the air shift as we fell on the bed, my bare back cool against the sheets. Huh, I didn't remember our shirts coming off. . . Eh, whatever.

"If I'd known," he began while kissing me between words, and very surreptitiously roving his hands lower. "That that song would make you react like this, I'd have suggested it a long time ago." Edward rolled over so that I lay on top of his chest and angled my head up to get better access to my neck.

"It wasn't the song, particularly," I whispered. This man did weird things to me. "It was more just how you sang the song."

"Mmmm and how was that?" My hair shaded our faces and created a tiny private world around us as he looked up at me adoringly, jade eyes all squinty and cute.

"Well you're the one who sang it, wouldn't you know?" I teased him.

He was all serious now. "Yes, but I want to know how you thought I sang it." His hand came up to caress my cheek sweetly.

I smiled down at him, my heart fluttering. "You sang it like you love me."

His eyes roamed all over my face and felt a surge through my body as he smiled and blushed innocently.

"That's because I do. And because you love me."

I kissed him passionately. "That I do."

"Are you asleep yet?"

I felt his laugh from where I lay my head on his chest. He was soothingly raking his fingers through my hair. It was heavenly.

"No." I could just hear his smile in the dark. We whispered quietly, even though my dad wasn't in the room next door tonight. He'd called saying he had to work late tonight and probably not back til early morning. Edward was supposed to be back home sleeping soundly in his own bed, but lately we'd been secretly breaking the unwritten rule of no-boyfriends-in-the-house-after-going-to-bed. He'd go home, pretend to get ready for bed, then sneak off his balcony and climb up the tree in the front yard to my open window. Of course, we only did this on certain days. Strictly Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Sometimes Sunday, if it's a holiday. Only today was Monday, and when he'd come knocking I just couldn't refuse. So we decided that Wednesday was a definite no-no to justify our sneaking around on an off day.

I loved it when Edward visited me at night though. I had him during the day to giggle and flirt with and love me, and I cherished them so. I'd never give up our daylight hours together for anything. But the nights, well, they were magical. Considering an 8:30 sharp class time, we really shouldn't have been staying up as late as we do, but I couldn't keep myself from talking to him all night long. Days were fun, but nights were filled with loving touches and whispered sweet nothings, made all the more ethereal by the close confinement of the dark. Currently, he had his guitar balanced on top of him, strumming lowly. I recognized the song and smiled.

"Channeling the Beatles tonight, hmm?"

He hummed happily.

The slow, soft sound of the guitar and the rhythmic pattern of his breathing were lulling me to sleep.

"Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me. . ."

I purred. I frickin' purred. Like a cat. His voice was hauntingly beautiful.

"I love you so much," I whispered.

I heard him put the guitar on the floor and then his arms were around me. I cuddled against his chest.

"I love you too," he murmured into my hair. We lay in companionable silence for a minute, and I was almost asleep when he spoke again. "Tomorrow's our anniversary." I could feel his smile on my head and I couldn't help but grin in return.

"Mm-hmm, it is. How romantic that our anniversary is on Valentine's Day, huh?"

His answering chuckle rumbled against my chest. "We're so lucky." And though he said it light heartedly, I knew he meant it. We were. We're very lucky to have each other.

"So. . ." he began. I looked up and saw that he was holding back laughter. "Did you buy me a Singing Valentine?" He bit his lip to keep it in.

I smacked his chest playfully. "No, I don't want any bitch singing to my man but me!"

"Oh, a bit possessive tonight, aren't we?"

"Damn strait."

"Okay. As long as you don't mind me getting you one."

I tensed for a second. Oh dear God, no.

"Hey, chill out," he crooned into my neck. "It'll be fun! I picked a real good one. You'll love it. I promise." He kissed me under the ear, causing me to shudder. Ugh, I couldn't deny him. What an evil, wonderful man.

"Fine, I'll humor you." I pointed at him meaningfully. "But it better be good!"

"Of course." He kissed me for real now, and I mewled lovingly against his lips. "Remember last year when Mike got Jessica's Valentine? You sneaky little fox, you." He winked at me.

"Well she was going to ruin my whole plan! Dumb skank." He hummed in amusement at my disgruntled face, and then sighed.

"Well Lord knows I'm glad she didn't. Now sleep, love."

So I did.

The next morning was uneventful. I woke up to an empty bed and a very prominent "wtf?" morning face. There was a note next to me on the pillow.

"Sorry I had to slip out early this morning. Just know that it's important for today.

I can't drive you today, but I'll see you at school. And I love you. Very much.

Happy Valentine's Day, Bella.

Love, Edward"

Smiling down at the small piece of paper, I kissed it softly and secured it safely in the top nightstand drawer.

I stretched leisurely on the bed before getting up to head to the bathroom. There was a natural glint in the eyes of the girl who stared back at me in the mirror. It seemed to always be there lately. I took my morning shower slowly, relaxing into the strawberry scent of my favorite shampoo. After brushing my hair and teeth, I headed back to my room.

Opening my drawers, I debated what to wear. Edward liked blue or dark green on me best, but today was Valentine's Day and that implies wearing red or pink. I didn't like pink on me. I thought it made me look pasty, and my favorite blue blouse was still in the hamper from my and Edward's date that previous weekend, so I picked up the long sleeved red V-neck shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans. You can't go wrong with good old jeans, right? Winky emoticon.

I shook my head. I thought I'd stopped that stupid inner cell phone thing last year. I'd once told Edward about it. He'd thought it cute and endearing. I don't.

I slipped on some silver flats and grabbed my bag, ready to go downstairs for breakfast and then leave, when I noticed the white swatch of fabric hanging loosely off the corner of the rocking chair from my childhood days. I walked over to it and found a sticky note on top.

"Wear me" it said. I picked up my lucky white beanie and smiled fondly, remembering how much I depended on this little thing a year ago today. I'd worn it the first time Edward and I had gotten together, the first time we'd said we love each other, and for our first kiss. It was small but full of memories. It was perfect.

I secured the white beanie on my head and sighed when Edward's scent from yesterday wafted around me. I felt like today was going to be really good.

After throwing back some cereal, I headed outside to my truck.

I was so used to Edward driving me to school these past weeks that the deafening roar of my truck scared me for a moment and made me jump. I allowed myself a small self-deprecating laugh before pulling out and driving to school.

I pulled into a spot near the back and scanned for Edward's Volvo, but it was nowhere to be seen. I frowned slightly. On the off chance we take separate cars to school, he usually gets here first and stands waiting for me by his car. He'll watch me get out of the truck while smirking, then traipse on over and give me a hello kiss and we'd go to English together. So now I'm stuck here wondering, where in the world is that fine boy?

I made a bubble face in exasperation before getting out. I didn't see him anywhere in the parking lot or even in the halls, and when I was seated in English and the final bell rang, that seat next to me was still empty. Yeah, I pouted. I just slumped in my seat and pouted. Today is the imminent V-Day, and also our anniversary, so of course I was hoping to see him. I think I was allowed to sulk at least little.

Then I started to worry. His note said he'd see me at school and that he'd needed to leave early for something important today. If he wasn't here, did something bad happen? Oh my God, what if something bad happened while he was driving home? Or coming to school? Or heck, even climbing out my window before I woke up! I almost jumped out of my seat and ran to my truck, thinking I'd find his dead corpse in my front yard behind the big tree. Or maybe he'd crashed on his way home! What if someone attacked him? Maybe the Volvo overheated and he had to jump from its burning frame, only to fall over a bridge and dive into the unforgiving waters where he was ravaged by angry, flesh hungry beavers! Oh jeez. . .

I was getting myself worked up over nothing. So I sent him a text.

Where are you? I miss you.

Of course, he couldn't text back if he was torn apart at the bottom of a lake and busy helping feed cute beaver babies.

Only about ten seconds later, my phone lit up. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I'm here. But I'm not coming to class today. It's healthy to ditch class now and then. ;)

Huh. Okay.

Well can I join you in your frolicking fun? ;)

Nope. I'm ditching for a specific reason today. Stay in class and I'll see you in a few hours, I promise.

:( Um, well okay.

Aw, don't be sad love. The wait is worth it, trust me. Besides, distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? ;)

Whoever created that line is full of shit. ):C

Haha! Lol! So testy, you are. ;)

You're so winky today.

More like kinky. ;)

Ha! Now that's what I like to hear. ;)

;) ;) kinky ;) ;) kinky ;) ;) kinkyyyyy


Okay, now that's just annoying.

You know it's just because I love you.

I know. :)

I'll see you in a few hours. *blows kiss* C:

Right back atcha'. And I'll be waiting. :)

My boyfriend was the sweetest.

For the rest of the day, I was bored to tears. I went to class and waited for "a few hours" to pass. I got through maybe two before I was going crazy. I almost wished he hadn't come to school at all because now I was antsy knowing he was somewhere around here. I hated being antsy.

In fourth period History, I was reminded again of what the day was. Niall Styles came in with a CD player and smiled sheepishly at the class before announcing that he had a Singing Valentine for Louis Malik. All eyes turned to Louis as his cheeks burst into a bright pink and he looked down, smiling lightly. I think everyone in the room tried to hide their snickers, because we all knew it was from his boyfriend Liam Tomlinson. Niall went up to Louis and handed him the mandatory Valentine card that came with each song. I remembered fondly how last year Edward hadn't gotten a card from me because I hadn't bought him one, but rather used my resources to tell him how I felt. Yeah, that was a really good day. I had a huge smile on my face, and I hoped I didn't look crazy.

Niall pressed play and began to sing. The dreamy smile faded from my face; he was singing She's So High by Tal Bachman. Lately I'd become addicted with Alex Goot's cover of it, and Niall was putting it to shame. Not that he was a bad singer per say, but that he just wasn't as good as others. Like Alex Goot, for instance. Le sigh. Then I giggled, thinking about how much Edward and Jasper hate that Alice and I swoon over him.

Jeez, I needed to stop this. I probably looked bipolar.

When he was done, everyone clapped enthusiastically. I didn't know if it was because they thought he was good, or if they'd just never heard anything better. I'm such a music snob, so I clapped politely. Yeah, my homeboy AG sang it better.

Luckily, Niall had come in the last few minutes of class, so the bell rang right after he finished. I grabbed my bag and ran to the door. Next period was lunch and I hoped to high heaven that Edward's cryptic message of "in a few hours" meant lunch. Because it's been three already. That is certainly more than enough time.

But as I quickly rushed around the corner to the cafeteria, threw open the door quite dramatically, and scanned the large room for that messy head of bronze hair. . . I became disappointed. He wasn't here.

I dejectedly walked towards our usual table without getting in line for food. Ang and Ben were there along with Jazz and Alice. Emmett and Rosalie, too. Since Edward and I started dating, our tables had merged and now had a full set seated. It was kind of funny that we all sat together and are together. It was like the Couple's Table or something. Except today, because Edward was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey there, Bella-bee." Emmett grinned, using my nick name he had picked up from Angela. I smiled at him. He was big and bulky and intimidating to say the least, but when you get to know him, he's just the sweetest thing on earth.

"Hey," I mumbled and threw him a half-hearted wave.

"Aw, why the frown?" he asked, imitating my pout. On him, it just looked funny so I had to laugh. He smiled back, happy to have gotten a reaction out of me.

"Um, I just. . ." I felt kind of embarrassed to say I missed Edward when I knew I'd see him later. It made me feel kind of pathetic.

Of course, when later is, I have no idea.

"I'm just feeling a little icky today," I lied. Usually my lying skills are crap, but I did feel icky, so it was still kinda the truth. Let him take it how he wanted.

He smiled apologetically, as if to say Sorry you feel bad. I just shrugged and half smiled.

I pulled out my phone to ask Edward where he is when a new text alert showed up. It was from him.

Just a little longer. Your patience will be rewarded, young Padawan.

I scoffed, and then giggled a little. Star Wars? Really? What a geek. And I love it.

But really, patience was over rated.

So yeah, lunch was boring too.

I sighed when the bell rang and slumped off to Chemistry. I took the long route to chem because what did I have better to do?

I sighed again when I walked in and there was no boyfriend sitting at my lab table. I plopped down on the hard plastic chair and scattered the books around. If he was coming to chem, then he'd be late because the bell rang just then. Humph.

I started to reprimand myself because, really? I was acting like those annoying girls who want to be doted on all the time and can't live without their boyfriend for more than two seconds. Still, it was freakin' Valentine's Day, for corn's sake! And our one year anniversary, so . . . yeah. I would kind of like to spend it with my boyfriend if you don't mind.

Mrs. Tanner was about to start the class, and I really was not in the mood to listen to her drone. Besides, she was just going over the review, which I'd finished, so I thought I was justified in drowning her out for a couple minutes to my iPod. Ah, yes. The infamous Muse. I love that band.

I had my head down on the table and was listening to Starlight when Rachel from the table behind me tapped my shoulder. I pulled out my ear buds. "What is it?" I asked over my shoulder.

She pointed with a big smile to the front of the room. I shifted my gaze.

And. . .

Of course.

That ass hole stole my idea.

I smirked.

Edward came down the aisle carrying Marling to our lab table. He grabbed his stool and brought it to my side. This action was very familiar, considering I wasn't on the receiving end last time it occurred. He sat down and met my eyes with a steady gaze. He snatched my beanie off my head and put it on his.

"I have a message from the sender," he said. "Saying he hopes this song tells you everything he wants to."

He didn't have a card with him.

"I wanna' make you smile whenever you're sad,
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad,
Oh all I wanna' do is grow old with you

I laughed. We watched The Wedding Singera couple weeks ago. Though this song was silly and sweet, I always cried during that scene.

"I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches,
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks,
Oh, it could be so nice, growing old with you

Oh my gosh, he even cracked his voice at breaks like in the movie. Oh,here come the tears.

"I'll miss you,
Kiss you,
Give you my coat when you are cold"

My eyes get blurry.

"Need you,
Feed you,
Even let ya' hold the remote control

I laughed again, this time through tears.

"So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink,
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink,
Oh, I could be the man who grows old with you.
I wanna grow old with you."

He strummed the last chord and the class applauded. Almost all the girls had to stealthily swipe away escaping tears.

He was all cheeky smiles and I got up and hugged him. I stole my beanie back and swatted him with it.

"This is why you were gone all day? You butt." He just laughed. "Thank you for my song. Who was it from?"

"Me. Duh."

"You're supposed to say 'Anonymous.'"

"Anonymity is overrated," he said before winking at me and walking out.

I waited for him at my truck, the driver's door open and spewing the radio. The scene was set ironically the same as last year, except there was no gorgeous boy beside me. Last year, he found me. This year, I wait for him.

And then there was the sight of his bouncing bronze head above the crowd. I smiled when he came nearer, Marling in tote. His huge grin matched mine.

He set his guitar down and immediately wrapped me in his arms. I kissed him passionately.

"I'm sorry I had to spend our Valentine's Day-slash-anniversary with other woman today."

I snickered. "That's okay; because I'm sure a few men were thrown in as well?"

"Only as jokes." He rolled his eyes. "Were you surprised?" His eyes shined with mirth.

I scoffed. "No. I knew what you were doing the whole time. You're so original, by the way."

He pulled back and gasped playfully. "You did not! Liar!"

I giggled. "Fine; I was very surprised, actually. But I really hope you weren't singing to other girls all day about wanting to do their dishes in their kitchen sinks. That could be taken the wrong way. And Lord knows what the boys would think hearing that."

"No, silly girl, of course I used a different song. The song wouldn't be special anymore if I didn't. I learned from the best." He winked. I remembered all his text winks from earlier and laughed. "I signed up with Faster by Matt Nathanson."

I nodded approvingly. "Good song choice. Appropriate and sexy at the same time. You've got the Bella seal of approval." I smiled crazily.

All of a sudden, I remembered mine and Angela's conversation from earlier. What about Edward? He's a great guy and you love him, I know you do. Don't let anything get in the way of that.

"Hey baby girl, what's with the face all of a sudden?" Edward lifted my chin up. "Why so low?"

"I was just thinking about the fact that soon, we might be going off to different colleges. I've only been accepted so far to University of Washington and you really want to go to Berkeley and . . . I don't ever want to give this up."

He looked sad. I didn't want to make him sad. "Me either." Then his expression changed and he looked a little sheepish. "Actually . . . I kind of maybe sorta' . . . Sent off an application for you to Berkeley."

It took me a moment to let it sink in. I stared at him biting his lip for a moment.

I pulled back. "You what? Without telling me?"

"No!" he said quickly. "I was going to tell you soon! I only did it just yesterday! The essays were the same as another you filled out, so I just . . ." He sighed. "I just thought that if you sent in an application too . . . and with your grades . . ."

He paused for a moment. "I can't not be with you. I have to have you with me. I'll go to UDub with you if you want to, because I'm not leaving your side." He chuckled and stuffed his hands in his coat pockets. "You're stuck with me babe. No matter what."

The radio spilled a song from my truck speakers. You can never say never, why we don't know when? Time and time again, younger now then we were before. Don't let me go, don't let me go . . .

He just looked at me, green eyes smoldering. "I love you."

He pulled me back in his arms. "No matter what," I agreed.

~The End For Real This Time~

I just HAD to write an epilogue for this! :) They are so sweet and I just couldn't get rid of them after only four chapters. I think five is sufficient! ;)

Did anyone catch the SpongeBob reference? "We worship a dancing peanut, for corn's sake!"

How'd you guys like my One Direction name shipping? I love Harry Styles. With a deep burning passion of a thousand suns.

Playlist is on my profile! C: But unfortunately, ff is being a buttocks with the links, so just copy, paste, and delete the spaces: http : / / www . playlist . com / playlist / 22258189323