Post by Edward Cullen on Sept 18, 2012 12:42:03 GMT -5
February 28, 2005
I'm taking things slowly with Bella. We've been on one date. That amazes me. I've been on an actual date. It feels so normal, so human. I was going to ask her out the day after we met, but decided that was too fast. We spent those first weeks just hanging out at school with the occasional phone call.
The students have grown accustomed to our friendship at school. I walk her to class and sit next to her in the ones we share. We sit with either the family, or Angela and her friend Ben, at lunch. I had heard their yearning toward each other and a gentle nudge had brought them closer to each other. Sometimes we all sit together. Again, it feels so normal and right.
The male students, for the most part, are annoyed with me for meeting Bella and, as they think, getting a jump on a relationship. They are too afraid of me to actually try to get close to Bella but I have to endure their thoughts. Thoughts that generally have them and Bella naked. Jasper has had to calm me a few times when my plotting to end them got out of hand.
The female students are annoyed and jealous. I can't find it in myself to care. Well, except for when they actively plot to be mean to Bella. Between Alice and I, we have foiled a few harassing types of things, and once, a really hideous prank.
We turned it around on Lauren and I don't think that she will be coloring her hair at home again anytime soon. Her mother had to take her to Port Angeles to get the dye job fixed.
My family is making an effort to get to know Bella during our shared lunches. Alice is her usual exuberant self and the two of them are rather like opposite sides of a coin. Alice starts getting excited about something and Bella just smiles at her and watches her ping off the walls.
From some of the things that she has said, I get the feeling that Alice has some things in common with Bella's mother. Except that Alice would never leave projects unfinished and she would never hurt someone with her inattention.
Rosalie has offered to do some body and engine work on her truck because it is a classic and Bella is considering it. She loves the truck, as her father gave it to her, but she, who hates being the center of attention, knows that the engine is loud and she would like to change that.
Bella doesn't know that Rose has already ordered the parts and she's found the perfect red paint to use. I am amazed and awed at her friendship with this fragile human.
I think the time between the first vision of Bella and then actually meeting her has been helpful to us both. And I'm grateful. Rose has always had the hardest time of any of us with the reality of what we are. I think that being near Bella has given her a small slice of her humanity back.
Emmett is working hard to keep his over-large personality quiet. It's killing him. But he likes Bella and he wants her to get used to him before he lets loose. The plans in his mind are funny-scary, but he can't keep them to himself, so I've already stopped him from grabbing her and swinging her around like a rag-doll a time or three. Jasper has been feeding more often with me. He's calm and Alice's joy in her new friend is keeping him grounded.
He has always struggled the most with his hungers, but he also has had time to become acclimated to Bella's very enticing scent when he and Alice brought her clothes to me.
When the call of her blood starts to stir in me, as it did the first couple of weeks after meeting her, he was there to calm me. Now the call of her blood is fading as I come to really know her.
It's odd. I've known her, in a way, for decades. But now, knowing the real Bella is even more amazing than I had imagined it could be. Her silent mind is a puzzle and one that Carlisle and I may never figure out.
Her humor, her kindness, her beauty, her quiet joy in life is all more than I had ever imagined I would want in a mate. And she is my mate. I feel it in the very core of my being. There's a connection between us; I can see in her eyes that she feels something too and I am awed and humbled. The vision of our wedding is still very crisp and clear.
Never once has she shied away from a brush of my fingers on her hand, not that I've held her hand yet. Emmett keeps telling me to get a move on, but I just can't hurry this. Finally, two weeks after we met, I asked her out to see a movie in Port Angeles.
To say that I was overjoyed when she agreed to go with me would be an understatement. She chose an action movie and we laughed as we discussed the plot on the way home.
Charlie met us at the door when I walked her to the porch. He hadn't been home when I picked her up. I was polite and pretended to wince when he shook my hand...hard, well hard for a human. My cold hands caused him to look closer at me. His mind was hard to read, but I did catch that he was going to be keeping an eye on me. He was wondering if he should do a background check.
We had actually met before Bella arrived back in town. I had been at the hospital talking to Carlisle when the Chief came by to ask him about an accident victim. At the time, after being informed that I would be in the same grade as his soon-to-arrive daughter, I had assured him that I'd try to make her feel welcome and that I'd look out for her. He had liked the idea then...but now that I was returning with her from a date, well, his priorities had shifted.
I am positive that our background information will hold up to his thorough scrutiny, but maybe I should ask Jasper to recheck. Just in case. I'm pretty sure that we've never been checked into by a suspicious father before. I think that he might be more scrupulous than anyone else.
Bella had rolled her eyes at the Chief's posturing then kissed me on the cheek—in front of her father—before saying she'd see me at school on Monday and inviting me to call her on Sunday.
I'm not sure who was shocked more: me or Charlie. I do know that Alice was squealing when I drove into our yard and the rest of the family was smiling.
I'm taking things slowly with Bella. We've been on one date. That amazes me. I've been on an actual date. It feels so normal, so human. I was going to ask her out the day after we met, but decided that was too fast. We spent those first weeks just hanging out at school with the occasional phone call.
The students have grown accustomed to our friendship at school. I walk her to class and sit next to her in the ones we share. We sit with either the family, or Angela and her friend Ben, at lunch. I had heard their yearning toward each other and a gentle nudge had brought them closer to each other. Sometimes we all sit together. Again, it feels so normal and right.
The male students, for the most part, are annoyed with me for meeting Bella and, as they think, getting a jump on a relationship. They are too afraid of me to actually try to get close to Bella but I have to endure their thoughts. Thoughts that generally have them and Bella naked. Jasper has had to calm me a few times when my plotting to end them got out of hand.
The female students are annoyed and jealous. I can't find it in myself to care. Well, except for when they actively plot to be mean to Bella. Between Alice and I, we have foiled a few harassing types of things, and once, a really hideous prank.
We turned it around on Lauren and I don't think that she will be coloring her hair at home again anytime soon. Her mother had to take her to Port Angeles to get the dye job fixed.
My family is making an effort to get to know Bella during our shared lunches. Alice is her usual exuberant self and the two of them are rather like opposite sides of a coin. Alice starts getting excited about something and Bella just smiles at her and watches her ping off the walls.
From some of the things that she has said, I get the feeling that Alice has some things in common with Bella's mother. Except that Alice would never leave projects unfinished and she would never hurt someone with her inattention.
Rosalie has offered to do some body and engine work on her truck because it is a classic and Bella is considering it. She loves the truck, as her father gave it to her, but she, who hates being the center of attention, knows that the engine is loud and she would like to change that.
Bella doesn't know that Rose has already ordered the parts and she's found the perfect red paint to use. I am amazed and awed at her friendship with this fragile human.
I think the time between the first vision of Bella and then actually meeting her has been helpful to us both. And I'm grateful. Rose has always had the hardest time of any of us with the reality of what we are. I think that being near Bella has given her a small slice of her humanity back.
Emmett is working hard to keep his over-large personality quiet. It's killing him. But he likes Bella and he wants her to get used to him before he lets loose. The plans in his mind are funny-scary, but he can't keep them to himself, so I've already stopped him from grabbing her and swinging her around like a rag-doll a time or three. Jasper has been feeding more often with me. He's calm and Alice's joy in her new friend is keeping him grounded.
He has always struggled the most with his hungers, but he also has had time to become acclimated to Bella's very enticing scent when he and Alice brought her clothes to me.
When the call of her blood starts to stir in me, as it did the first couple of weeks after meeting her, he was there to calm me. Now the call of her blood is fading as I come to really know her.
It's odd. I've known her, in a way, for decades. But now, knowing the real Bella is even more amazing than I had imagined it could be. Her silent mind is a puzzle and one that Carlisle and I may never figure out.
Her humor, her kindness, her beauty, her quiet joy in life is all more than I had ever imagined I would want in a mate. And she is my mate. I feel it in the very core of my being. There's a connection between us; I can see in her eyes that she feels something too and I am awed and humbled. The vision of our wedding is still very crisp and clear.
Never once has she shied away from a brush of my fingers on her hand, not that I've held her hand yet. Emmett keeps telling me to get a move on, but I just can't hurry this. Finally, two weeks after we met, I asked her out to see a movie in Port Angeles.
To say that I was overjoyed when she agreed to go with me would be an understatement. She chose an action movie and we laughed as we discussed the plot on the way home.
Charlie met us at the door when I walked her to the porch. He hadn't been home when I picked her up. I was polite and pretended to wince when he shook my hand...hard, well hard for a human. My cold hands caused him to look closer at me. His mind was hard to read, but I did catch that he was going to be keeping an eye on me. He was wondering if he should do a background check.
We had actually met before Bella arrived back in town. I had been at the hospital talking to Carlisle when the Chief came by to ask him about an accident victim. At the time, after being informed that I would be in the same grade as his soon-to-arrive daughter, I had assured him that I'd try to make her feel welcome and that I'd look out for her. He had liked the idea then...but now that I was returning with her from a date, well, his priorities had shifted.
I am positive that our background information will hold up to his thorough scrutiny, but maybe I should ask Jasper to recheck. Just in case. I'm pretty sure that we've never been checked into by a suspicious father before. I think that he might be more scrupulous than anyone else.
Bella had rolled her eyes at the Chief's posturing then kissed me on the cheek—in front of her father—before saying she'd see me at school on Monday and inviting me to call her on Sunday.
I'm not sure who was shocked more: me or Charlie. I do know that Alice was squealing when I drove into our yard and the rest of the family was smiling.