Twilight Fire and Ice

Plans

"Will you go out with me, Sophia?" Benedict asked me.

I stared, waiting for him to say something along the lines of just kidding, or psyche! But he looked as serious as my dad on game day.

I frowned. "You... you are serious?"

Benedict narrowed his eyes, his lips thinning as he nodded his head, slowly. "Why would you think I wasn't?" His tone was hard.

I held his gaze, my brow furrowing, slightly. "Are you serious? Ben, I just woke up from a coma and am barely on my feet, yet you are asking me out on a date." I smirked. "How can you not think I would assume you were joking."

"Hmmm. It may have slipped my mind."

"Ha!" I threw my head back as I laughed manically. "How on earth can you forget something like that. I mean, look at me!" I guestured at myself with my hands. "I look like shit, Ben. I'm so pasty, I could almost pass as my sister."

He inched towards me, very slowly he tucked my hair behind my ear, causing me to blush.

"Uh..." I could feel the warmth in my cheeks from my blush. I imagined my cheeks a fire engine red shade.

Then my eyes lifted to his face. His eyes were a beautiful golden honey color. It was warm to me. As I stared into his eyes I saw his pupils slowly begin to dialate. My mouth popped open in a 'o' shape. I knew, from all my Cosmopolitain magazines, that when a mans eyes dialated while he was looking at a woman, it was because he was deeply attracted to her. Ben was attracted to me.

"Why me?" I blurted out loud. I had meant to think it to myself but it slipped out before I could stop it.

"Because, you are different. You are real, you speak your mind and you throw a pretty awesome right hook." He chuckled at that last.

I remembered the fight in the parking lot with the girl who had crossed me.

"You were there?" I grinned.

Ben shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly. "Maybe, maybe not. Thing is, since the first day I met you-"

I frowned at the thought of showing up at their back door.

Ben must have caught on to my thought cause he quickly added, "Officially, at school." This lightened me slightly. "You've driven me mad. I've never been attracted to a girl, in my life, like I am to you."

I took a leaf out of my sisters book, and bit my lip.

"Go out with me, Sophia." He said to me.

He seemed genuine. He had good taste in clothes and a sense of fashion. He had potential as a future husband - not like I was thinking on those terms - but wasn't that what dating was? In the old days it was called courting. A man would ask to court a women with the intentions of giving her his last name.

I wasn't into that. I was interested in clothes, fashion, doing my hair and ....

"Sophia?"

I hadn't realized I had spaced out.

"Yes?"

"So you will?"

"Will what?"

"Go out with me?"

I felt my heart drop to my butt. "Jesus Christ, no." I paused, taking a breath to relax. "I mean, no. Not now." I pulled myself to my feet, using the rail for the stairs as a support. The foot of space that seperated us suddenly felt too small. "You, um. There are lots of girls, pretty girls, at Forks. Pick one of them." I added as I slowly made my way down the steps.