Le Temps De L'innocence (Twilight) {Edward Cullen}

Tu M'vois Plus Tu M'sens Plus

I spent the morning arguing to myself that maybe I imagined it all. That is was nothing but a madman's dream. Common sense wasn't on my side or logic. There were things I couldn't have imagined so I clung to them, like the smell of his jacket, the bottle of silver paint and I changed into a dark sweater, making note of my missing jacket- another proof it had been real.

When I got downstairs Charlie was gone already. 

It was quite foggy outside when I got out, it looked almost like the town was covered in smoke. The fog was so thick I didn't even notice there was a silver car in the driveway. The flutter came on.

"Do you want to ride with me today?" He asked, holding open the door for me.

He was really giving me a choice. "Yes." I responded and started thinking again but I couldn't mic colors so early, my mind was too fumbled so I thought of something else.

 "I brought the jacket for you. I didn't want you to get sick or something." His voice was guarded. I noticed that he wore no jacket himself, just a light gray knit V-neck shirt with long sleeves. Again, the fabric clung to his perfectly muscled chest. It was a colossal tribute to his face that it kept my eyes away from his body.  

"Dammit." I whispered and kept trying to control my thoughts.

He snickered. 

 We drove through the fog-shrouded streets, always too fast, feeling awkward. I was, at least. Last night all the walls were down, almost all.

I didn't know if we were still being as candid today. It left me tongue-tied. I waited for him to speak.

He turned to smirk at me. "No twenty questions today?"

"Do my questions bother you?" I asked, relieved.

"Not as much as your reactions do." He looked like he was joking, but I couldn't be sure.

I frowned. Do I react badly?

"No, that's the problem. You take everything so coolly - it's unnatural."

When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

"Are you reciting Whitman by memory?" He asked loudly.

"Where's the rest of your family?" I asked, I was glad I was alone with him but I didn't want any division between him and his family because of me.

"They took Rosalie's car." He simply said as he parked next to a red shiny convertible. "Ostentatious, isn't it?"

"Yes," I breathed. If she has that why does she ride with you?

"Like I said, it's ostentatious. We try to blend in."

You don't exactly succeed. I laughed as I got out of the car. Why did she drive today if its more conspicuous?

  "Hadn't you noticed? I'm breaking all the rules now." He met me at the front of the car, staying very close to my side as we walked onto campus. I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn't like me to.

"Why do you have cars like that at all?" I wondered aloud. "If you're looking for privacy?"

"An indulgence," he admitted with an impish smile. "We all like to drive fast."

My mind went back to last night and how fast we had gotten there, I had felt a little scared at first when I noticed his driving.

Under the roof of the cafeteria was Jessica with her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Hey Jessica, thanks for remembering." I smiled at her as we got close enough to her.

"Good morning, Jessica." Edward said politely. She's gonna faint if he doesn't stop looking at her like that.