Twilight A Different Kind Of Love

Greenhouse

As I watched Edward's car swerve down my street at speed I caressed my right hand. The hand he kissed. My mind and heart was soaring with both shock and love. He said he get an erection because of me! Was God, even though I don't believe in him, messing with me? It had to be that. Why else would he do this?

I walked into my house flustered. Charlie sat on the couch watching baseball with some Rainer Beer in his hand and his legs perched onto the coffee table.

"That you, Esto?" He asked over his shoulder.

"Yeah, you had any dinner, Dad?" I couldn't see any plates in the sink so I figured...

"No, it's not that late, is it?" He turned his head fully round, placing the beer on his lap.

I glanced at the clock. "It's only 6:30. I'll make us some noodles."

"Okay. Where've you been all day?"

Shit, the dreaded question. "Um, with a friend."

"A friend? Who?"

"Edward, Dad. The guy I told you about." I walked into the kitchen and put some noodles in a pan of cold water and the turned on the hob.

"Oh him. Why don't you spend any time with Jacob? He was your first friend here after all." He was using his tempting voice, but why?

"Um, I will, Dad, but I like spending time with Edward." I scoffed.

He tutted. "Okay, sure."

We ate at the table in silence, not an awkward one as I was thinking about Edward the whole time!

"Dad, did you go in my room and well, how do I put this, take my underwear to put in the laundry?" I emphasized the words 'underwear' and 'laundry'.

He nearly choked on his noodles. "No! Why would I?"

"No matter, some have just been going missing." I laughed quite hard at that and scraped my hair from my eyes.

"That's odd."

"Tell me about it."

"Maybe you have some gay thief on your hands." We both laughed at that.

"Right, I'm off to bed, Dad. Are you sure you wanna wash up?"

"Yes it's all good, night and thanks for the food."

"Yep." I headed up the stairs, stomping my feet on the stairs.

As I entered my room I felt an icy breeze graze my body. I noticed the window was open, again!

"Dad, do you keep opening my window?" I shouted down the stairs, turning on my light.

"No, why?"

"It doesn't matter." I said this like a mumble.

I trotted over to my window and shut it, wrapping my arms around my body and shivering. I got into my night clothes and curled into bed, thinking gleefully of school as Edward would be there, and then felt sorrow as it was, well, school.

My eyes fluttered like a bird open, seeing the blue light scrape into my room like an evil shark. I sighed and heaved myself out of bed, seeing the window was open a-fucking-gain!

Who the fuck keeps opening the window? As I got up though I noticed something, I saw that the imprint someone was lay next to me on the bed. Like the mattress still held the person's body outline. I shuddered and gasped, tracing my fingers over the outline of the imprint. Oh my goodness, it was freezing. Like Alaskan freezing!

I shrugged it off, thinking it was probably me lay there and got dressed, not being arsed for a shower. I fixed my hair abit and went downstairs. As usual Charlie was gone, went to work. I poured myself some cereal which was Special K and wolfed it down like, well a wolf. Now that I mention wolves I keep having odd dreams about them. Like I keep seeing them in my dreams with a stunning pale man, looking a lot like Edward fighting them. Ultimately they both killed each other, and I felt alone...