*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 11 - COMPLICATIONS
"Good morning." His voice was silky. "How are あなた today?" His eyes roamed over my face, as if his 質問 was something もっと見る than simple courtesy.
"Good, thank you." I was always good - much もっと見る than good - when I was near him.
His gazed lingered on the circles under my eyes. "You look tired."
"I couldn't sleep," I confessed, automatically swinging my hair around my shoulder to provide some measure of cover.
"Neither could I," he teased as he started the engine. I was becoming used to the quiet purr. I was sure the roar of my truck would scare me, whenever I got to drive it again.
I laughed. "I guess that's right. I suppose I slept just a little bit もっと見る than あなた did."
"I'd wager あなた did."
"So what did あなた do last night?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Not a chance. It's my 日 to ask questions."
"Oh, that's right. What do あなた want to know?" My forehead creased. I couldn't imagine anything about me that could be in any way interesting to him.
"What's your お気に入り color?" he asked, his face grave.
I rolled my eyes. "It changes from 日 to day."
"What's your お気に入り color today?" He was still solemn.
"Probably brown." I tended to dress according to my mood.
He snorted, dropping his serious expression. "Brown?" he asked skeptically.
"Sure. Brown is warm. I miss brown. Everything that's supposed to be brown - 木, ツリー trunks, rocks, dirt - is all covered up with squashy green stuff here," I complained.
He seemed fascinated によって my little rant. He considered for a moment, staring into my eyes.
"You're right," he decided, serious again. "Brown is warm." He reached over, swiftly, but somehow still hesitantly, to sweep my hair back behind my shoulder.
We were at the school によって now. He turned back to me as he pulled into a parking space.
"What 音楽 is in your CD player right now?" he asked, his face as somber as if he'd asked for a murder confession.
I realized I'd never removed the CD Phil had 与えられた me. When I 発言しました the name of the band, he smiled crookedly, a peculiar expression in his eyes. He flipped open a compartment under his car's CD player, pulled out one of thirty または so CD's that were jammed into the small space, and handed it to me.
"Debussy to this?" He raise an eyebrow.
It was the same CD. I examined the familiar cover art, keeping my eyes down.
It continued like that for the rest of the day. While he walked me to English, when he met me after Spanish, all through the lunch hour, he questioned me relentlessly about every insignificant detail of my existence. 映画 I'd liked and hated, a few places I'd been and the many places I wanted to go, and 本 - endlessly books.
It couldn't remember the last time I'd talked so much. もっと見る often than not, I felt self-conscious, certain I must be boring him. But the absolute absorption of his face, and his never-ending stream of questions, compelled me to continue. Mostly his 質問 were easy, only a very few triggering my easy blushes. But when I did flush, it brought on a whole new round of questions.
Such as the time he asked my お気に入り gemstone, and I blurted out topaz before thinking. He'd been flinging 質問 at me with such speed that I felt like I was taking one of those psychiatric tests where あなた answer with the first word that comes to mind. I was sure he would have continued down whatever mental 一覧 he was following, except for the blush. My face reddened because, until very recently, my お気に入り gemstone was garnet. It was impossible, while staring back into his topaz eyes, not to remember the reason for the switch. And, naturally, he wouldn't rest until I'd admitted why I was embarrassed.
"Tell me," he finally commanded after persuasion failed - failed only because I kept my eyes safely away from his face.
"It's the color of your eyes today," I sighed, surrendering, staring down at my hands as I fiddled with a piece of my hair. "I supposed if あなた asked me in two weeks I'd say onyx." I'd 与えられた もっと見る information than necessary in my unwilling honesty, and I worried it would provoke the strange anger that flared whenever I slipped and revealed too clearly how obsessed I was.
But his pause was very short.
"What kind of お花 do あなた prefer?" he fired off.
I sighed in relief, and continued with the psychoanalysis.
Biology was a complication again. Edward had continued with his quizzing up until Mr. Banner entered the room, dragging the audiovisual frame again. As the teacher approached the light switch, I noticed Edward slide his chair slightly farther away from mine. It didn't help. As soon as the room was dark, there was the same electric spark, the same restless craving to stretch my hand across the short 宇宙 and touch his cold skin, as yesterday.
I leaned フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして on the table, resting my chin on my folded arms, my hidden fingers gripping the table's edge as I fought to ignore the irritational longing that unsettled me. I didn't look at him, afraid that if he was looking at me, it would only make self-control that much harder. I sincerely tried to watch the movie, but at the end of the 時 I had no idea what I'd just seen. I sighed in relief again when Mr. Banner turned the lights on, finally glancing at Edward; he was looking at me, his eyes ambivalent.
He rose in silence and then stood still, waiting for me. We walked toward the gym in silence, like yesterday. And also like yesterday, he touched my face wordlessly - this time with the back of his cool hand, stroking once from my temple to my jaw - before he turned and walked away.
TWILIGHT - chapter 11 - COMPLICATIONS
"Good morning." His voice was silky. "How are あなた today?" His eyes roamed over my face, as if his 質問 was something もっと見る than simple courtesy.
"Good, thank you." I was always good - much もっと見る than good - when I was near him.
His gazed lingered on the circles under my eyes. "You look tired."
"I couldn't sleep," I confessed, automatically swinging my hair around my shoulder to provide some measure of cover.
"Neither could I," he teased as he started the engine. I was becoming used to the quiet purr. I was sure the roar of my truck would scare me, whenever I got to drive it again.
I laughed. "I guess that's right. I suppose I slept just a little bit もっと見る than あなた did."
"I'd wager あなた did."
"So what did あなた do last night?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Not a chance. It's my 日 to ask questions."
"Oh, that's right. What do あなた want to know?" My forehead creased. I couldn't imagine anything about me that could be in any way interesting to him.
"What's your お気に入り color?" he asked, his face grave.
I rolled my eyes. "It changes from 日 to day."
"What's your お気に入り color today?" He was still solemn.
"Probably brown." I tended to dress according to my mood.
He snorted, dropping his serious expression. "Brown?" he asked skeptically.
"Sure. Brown is warm. I miss brown. Everything that's supposed to be brown - 木, ツリー trunks, rocks, dirt - is all covered up with squashy green stuff here," I complained.
He seemed fascinated によって my little rant. He considered for a moment, staring into my eyes.
"You're right," he decided, serious again. "Brown is warm." He reached over, swiftly, but somehow still hesitantly, to sweep my hair back behind my shoulder.
We were at the school によって now. He turned back to me as he pulled into a parking space.
"What 音楽 is in your CD player right now?" he asked, his face as somber as if he'd asked for a murder confession.
I realized I'd never removed the CD Phil had 与えられた me. When I 発言しました the name of the band, he smiled crookedly, a peculiar expression in his eyes. He flipped open a compartment under his car's CD player, pulled out one of thirty または so CD's that were jammed into the small space, and handed it to me.
"Debussy to this?" He raise an eyebrow.
It was the same CD. I examined the familiar cover art, keeping my eyes down.
It continued like that for the rest of the day. While he walked me to English, when he met me after Spanish, all through the lunch hour, he questioned me relentlessly about every insignificant detail of my existence. 映画 I'd liked and hated, a few places I'd been and the many places I wanted to go, and 本 - endlessly books.
It couldn't remember the last time I'd talked so much. もっと見る often than not, I felt self-conscious, certain I must be boring him. But the absolute absorption of his face, and his never-ending stream of questions, compelled me to continue. Mostly his 質問 were easy, only a very few triggering my easy blushes. But when I did flush, it brought on a whole new round of questions.
Such as the time he asked my お気に入り gemstone, and I blurted out topaz before thinking. He'd been flinging 質問 at me with such speed that I felt like I was taking one of those psychiatric tests where あなた answer with the first word that comes to mind. I was sure he would have continued down whatever mental 一覧 he was following, except for the blush. My face reddened because, until very recently, my お気に入り gemstone was garnet. It was impossible, while staring back into his topaz eyes, not to remember the reason for the switch. And, naturally, he wouldn't rest until I'd admitted why I was embarrassed.
"Tell me," he finally commanded after persuasion failed - failed only because I kept my eyes safely away from his face.
"It's the color of your eyes today," I sighed, surrendering, staring down at my hands as I fiddled with a piece of my hair. "I supposed if あなた asked me in two weeks I'd say onyx." I'd 与えられた もっと見る information than necessary in my unwilling honesty, and I worried it would provoke the strange anger that flared whenever I slipped and revealed too clearly how obsessed I was.
But his pause was very short.
"What kind of お花 do あなた prefer?" he fired off.
I sighed in relief, and continued with the psychoanalysis.
Biology was a complication again. Edward had continued with his quizzing up until Mr. Banner entered the room, dragging the audiovisual frame again. As the teacher approached the light switch, I noticed Edward slide his chair slightly farther away from mine. It didn't help. As soon as the room was dark, there was the same electric spark, the same restless craving to stretch my hand across the short 宇宙 and touch his cold skin, as yesterday.
I leaned フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして on the table, resting my chin on my folded arms, my hidden fingers gripping the table's edge as I fought to ignore the irritational longing that unsettled me. I didn't look at him, afraid that if he was looking at me, it would only make self-control that much harder. I sincerely tried to watch the movie, but at the end of the 時 I had no idea what I'd just seen. I sighed in relief again when Mr. Banner turned the lights on, finally glancing at Edward; he was looking at me, his eyes ambivalent.
He rose in silence and then stood still, waiting for me. We walked toward the gym in silence, like yesterday. And also like yesterday, he touched my face wordlessly - this time with the back of his cool hand, stroking once from my temple to my jaw - before he turned and walked away.
-Rosalie-
It didn't really bother me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee, it irritated the hell out of me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee.
Bella told me, on precisely 274 occasions, that, Jacob loves her, she loves him, be a good sport for their sake, etcetera. So I started ignoring the canine when it become "official" that we would be related soon.
によって "official", I mean, they were getting hitched, I could no longer believe my own lie. (that someday, I would "La Push" Jacob of a cliff. Best ファンタジー EVER.)
Jacob was one of those irritating things in life, like, the fact that there was absolutely NO plug outlet for my hairdryer whenever we went on "camping" trips for long periods of time.
But, imagine that irritating crisis multiplied によって 864. That's how much I resented the whole "Renesmee is going to marry a werewolf" idea.
In some ways, I didn't mind the dog. I knew he'd never hurt her, but that was the extent of my compassinon for werewolves.
It didn't really bother me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee, it irritated the hell out of me that a werewolf imprinted on Renesmee.
Bella told me, on precisely 274 occasions, that, Jacob loves her, she loves him, be a good sport for their sake, etcetera. So I started ignoring the canine when it become "official" that we would be related soon.
によって "official", I mean, they were getting hitched, I could no longer believe my own lie. (that someday, I would "La Push" Jacob of a cliff. Best ファンタジー EVER.)
Jacob was one of those irritating things in life, like, the fact that there was absolutely NO plug outlet for my hairdryer whenever we went on "camping" trips for long periods of time.
But, imagine that irritating crisis multiplied によって 864. That's how much I resented the whole "Renesmee is going to marry a werewolf" idea.
In some ways, I didn't mind the dog. I knew he'd never hurt her, but that was the extent of my compassinon for werewolves.
This takes place after Edward and the rest of the Cullens leaves Bella in New Moon.Here are the characters.They have a lot of different names.Some of the names i mixed up.There are some vampires.Some names are my フレンズ and family but that is the person's real name in the story.You can use these people as あなた または people あなた know.
Bella 白鳥, スワン a.k.a Demi Lovato,Alex Russo,and Alana Azel
Nicknames:Aly,Dems and some more
Bella is half vampire and half wizard.
Ashley Tisdale a.k.a Sharpay Russo
Ashley is a wizard.
Kevin Jonas is a vampire along with his three brothers.His brothers are Joe,Nick,and Frankie.
Selena Gomez a.k.a Emily Russo
Selena is a wizard.
Sonny Monroe is Demi Lovato in real life.
Sonny is a wizard.
There are going to be a few もっと見る parts.
Bella 白鳥, スワン a.k.a Demi Lovato,Alex Russo,and Alana Azel
Nicknames:Aly,Dems and some more
Bella is half vampire and half wizard.
Ashley Tisdale a.k.a Sharpay Russo
Ashley is a wizard.
Kevin Jonas is a vampire along with his three brothers.His brothers are Joe,Nick,and Frankie.
Selena Gomez a.k.a Emily Russo
Selena is a wizard.
Sonny Monroe is Demi Lovato in real life.
Sonny is a wizard.
There are going to be a few もっと見る parts.