Bellas POV
The light traveled across the bed, and finally reached my eyes. Edward was lying seguinte to me, humming to himself, as always. We both were silent, enjoying the quiet, listening to our souroundings.
"Time to get up?" I asked Edward. What do i mean por get up? We hadnt even sleept well obviously for the fact that we couldnt. But we had had other things in mind.
"If you want to?" He said smiling down at me. His eyes were a buttery yellow, that always seemed to melt when he caught sight of me. He reached down and pulled me up on him. His eyes traveled around my face, touching where his eyes looked. I looked down at him, his eyes a wonder. I never got tired of Edward, he was my life, and surprisingly i was his. Irritated, i pulled down, and finally kissed Edward, which he accepted perfectly.
When Edward and I where finally ready to leave our room, we went down to the living room. They where all there, and when i say all, i mean all. Charlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rose, Jacob, and Renesmee sitting on his lap. But there was also the other part of my family, the wearwolf side. Sam, Seth, Leah(surprisingly) Paul, Embry, and Jared. This was not a welcoming visit. All the wearwolfs looked pissed off, sure the smell was the problem. Edward had one look at Carlsile, and he knew everything.
"Whats going on?" I asked, all eyes traveled to me. Some were welcoming, well actually all were welcoming, except for Leahs and Rose. Edward looked at me, and quietly whispeared,"Its not the time. Ill explain on the way." Suddenly everyone was moving, the wearwolfs where out, phaseing as they passed threw the door, all but Jacob. He looked across the room at me, sorrow in his eyes.
The light traveled across the bed, and finally reached my eyes. Edward was lying seguinte to me, humming to himself, as always. We both were silent, enjoying the quiet, listening to our souroundings.
"Time to get up?" I asked Edward. What do i mean por get up? We hadnt even sleept well obviously for the fact that we couldnt. But we had had other things in mind.
"If you want to?" He said smiling down at me. His eyes were a buttery yellow, that always seemed to melt when he caught sight of me. He reached down and pulled me up on him. His eyes traveled around my face, touching where his eyes looked. I looked down at him, his eyes a wonder. I never got tired of Edward, he was my life, and surprisingly i was his. Irritated, i pulled down, and finally kissed Edward, which he accepted perfectly.
When Edward and I where finally ready to leave our room, we went down to the living room. They where all there, and when i say all, i mean all. Charlisle, Esme, Alice, Jasper, Emmett, Rose, Jacob, and Renesmee sitting on his lap. But there was also the other part of my family, the wearwolf side. Sam, Seth, Leah(surprisingly) Paul, Embry, and Jared. This was not a welcoming visit. All the wearwolfs looked pissed off, sure the smell was the problem. Edward had one look at Carlsile, and he knew everything.
"Whats going on?" I asked, all eyes traveled to me. Some were welcoming, well actually all were welcoming, except for Leahs and Rose. Edward looked at me, and quietly whispeared,"Its not the time. Ill explain on the way." Suddenly everyone was moving, the wearwolfs where out, phaseing as they passed threw the door, all but Jacob. He looked across the room at me, sorrow in his eyes.
oi ladies! Ok, I wrote this the other dia while I was at work. I had my head down on the desk, sat up, wrote it, and put my head back down. lol I ask that you don't use it without my permission, as it is my original work. But here is a little poem I wrote, that I thought you Twilight obsessed fãs might like. I kind of pictured Edward after I wrote it and reread it. There are lots of people (including people who you might be dating right now) that this can apply to. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
Young girls think of amor and picture a prince.
Women, who have loved and been hurt see not a prince but the truth.
Just a man, imperfect and unsure.
But it's those memories of Prince Charming that make them keep loving, even without hope.
Taleah Elizabeth Cox
April 12,2008
Young girls think of amor and picture a prince.
Women, who have loved and been hurt see not a prince but the truth.
Just a man, imperfect and unsure.
But it's those memories of Prince Charming that make them keep loving, even without hope.
Taleah Elizabeth Cox
April 12,2008
