90A/N: I don't own Twilight.
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BPOV
I stood frozen in the doorway of my kitchen. I must be dreaming. This could not be happening. There is no way Edward was actually here at my house, standing right in front of me.
"Uh, Bella?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and gasped at the sound of my name falling off his lips.
"Not that the rain bothers me, but may I come in?" He asked politely, a crooked smile gracing his perfect lips.
I swallowed and nodded dumbly while moving out of the way and allowing him space to come in. I couldn't take my eyes off him while I walked over to the small kitchen table, still not believing he was actually here.
"Um, what are you doing here?" I asked quietly, looking down at my fidgeting hands.
"Bella, I feel really bad, about, well, you know…" He trailed off awkwardly and I let out a humorless laugh.
"Oh, you mean, you standing me up. Twice," I said angrily.
My heart sped up. I can't believe I just said that to him.
A pain look crossed his face. "Yes. Bella, you'll never know how awful I feel for doing that to you. And I promise you, I have very good reason for what I did."
Full of anger now, not caring about how rude or mean I come off, my eyes snapped to his, "Good reason? Good reason? You have good reason for what you've done!?"
He swallowed tightly. "Uh, yes."
"Well, then, please, tell me," I demanded.
A strange look came over his face. "Uh, well, Bella, you see, I can't….I can't tell you."
I stared at him. He couldn't tell me? I honestly couldn't believe this was happening. He was playing me. Again. Well, I was not going to let him.
I stood up quickly, startling him. "Well, then you need to leave, Edward."
He looked panicked. "No! I mean, please, Bella. Don't make me leave."
"Why? You're just playing with me all over again! You don't have any good reason! I can't believe I've spent so long thinking you were some amazing person and, and having the biggest crush on you and oh my God I can't believe I just said that. Now you really need to go so I can go die of shame and embarrassment," I finished my rant, feeling my face heat up like a torch.
"You have a crush on me?" he asked, a small smile pulling at his lips.
"That's what I just blurted out, wasn't it?" I said, frustrated that I embarrassed myself like that.
He stepped closer to me and my body froze. My eyes met his and I noticed something. How did I miss that?
"Your eyes are a different color," I blurted.
He froze. "What?"
"Your eyes," I repeated, "They're not green. They're a different color. They're like, topaz? Gold?" I finished confused. How were his eyes gold?
He stared at me, stunned. "Um, yes. That's part of the very good reason."
"That you can't tell me?" I said.
He nodded. "Right. Bella, I wish I could tell you. I really do. You have to believe me."
"Then tell me. Please, I want to know," I almost begged.
"I can't. I really can't. You would hate me. If you even believed me to begin with," he said, sounding pained.
I looked at the clock. Charlie would be home soon.
"You should go," I said, avoiding eye contact.
"Bella, please…"
"No, if you're not going to tell me, then there's no reason for you to be here. Besides, my dad will be home from work soon," I informed him.
He nodded, reluctantly? Why would he be reluctant to leave?
"Okay, but I want to see you again. And soon," he said, matter of factly.
"What? Why?" I asked, sounding far more surprised than I'd like to admit.
His look turned confused. "Because, I rather enjoy your company, Bella."
I just stared, dumbfounded.
"May I have your number, Bella?" he sounded shy.
I nodded, "Okay."
He handed me his phone and I quickly typed in my phone number. I handed the phone back and gasped when his fingers brushed mine. They were freezing.
He smiled lightly. "Thank you, Bella. I hope I see you soon."
He turned around, heading for the door before he stopped and turned back around. He walked back towards me, stopping just a few inches away from me. My heart sped up and I saw a small smile on his face. He reached his hand up and lightly brushed his fingers across my cheeks. My eyes closed on their own accord and a small shiver ran through me at the chilliness of his skin.
I opened my eyes and met his, gasping when I saw how his eyes were suddenly coal black.
"Wha—"
"Goodbye, Bella," he interrupted me. He swallowed tightly, turned around, and headed out the door.
I stood in the kitchen for an immeasurable amount of time, unable to move as a result of what had just transpired. My fingers moved to touch the same place his fingers had been just moments ago. He had touched me. Edward had touched me.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
*TL*
The sound of my phone woke me up the next morning. I reached for it, furrowing my brow when I saw a text message from a number I didn't recognize.
Good morning, beautiful Bella. I hope you slept well. Meet me in your meadow at 11:00, please. I look forward to seeing you. –Edward
I stared down at the screen, not really believing that this was real. Meadow? How did he know about my meadow? Confused, I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10:15 and almost fell flat on my face trying to get out of bed.
I did my best to look nice, putting on some makeup and even some perfume. Luckily, Charlie was at work this morning, so there was no need for coming up with an excuse. I don't think I've ever driven so fast in my life and I arrived at the meadow in under 10 minutes. I saw Edward's car and then noticed Edward leaning up against the car door.
I took a deep breath and climbed out of my truck. He met me halfway and I blushed when he smiled at me.
"Thank you for meeting me. I was worried you wouldn't want to see me," he said nervously.
I smiled up at him, not knowing what to say.
He smiled back. "Would you like to come sit with me?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."
We walked deeper into the meadow and I was shocked to see that he had set up a little blanket with some flowers. We both sat down and I was a little nervous about why he wanted me to meet up.
"So, why did you want me to meet you?" I asked awkwardly.
"I wanted to talk. I was up all night thinking about you and what we talked about last night—"
"Wait," I interrupted, "All night? Didn't you need to sleep?"
He chuckled, as if he knew something I didn't, "Bella, I don't really require much sleep."
"Anyway, I thought a lot about it, and I decided you were right. You deserve to know why I didn't show up those times. I owe you that," he said.
My eyebrows rose, "Okay. Go ahead."
He nodded, nervous, "Just promise me that you'll take what I say seriously. What I'm about to tell you is in no way a joke."
"Alright, I promise," I assured him.
He nodded once. "Oh, and also, don't run away."
Why would I run away?"
Taking a deep breath, he continued on, "Bella, I'm a vampire."
His anxious and worried face was the last thing I saw before the world went black.
A/N: Sooooo? What do you think?
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