story of love

Chapter 7- The Truth

Bella's POV

The Seahawks were playing tonight; I hate football with a very large passion, so the boys ordered pizza. I managed to snag 2 slices, and a Dr. Pepper. I decided to hide out in my room and write. I had this great idea for a poem and I had to write it down:

My Savior

We were nothing alike

At least I think

You were like a bike

I was a ship at sink

You were one of them

I was a nobody

You had a personality in need of a hem

I was dying to be a somebody

But then I met you

As if I was going to pretend

You were right on cue

Sensing that I was in need of a friend

I started to tear-up. That poem was about him. I couldn't deny myself anymore. I like Edward Cullen.

Edward's POV

The Seahawks were playing tonight. Bella said that she hated football and would be in her room. We ordered pizza and grabbed a pack of Dr. Pepper from the garage. It was going to be a boy's night.

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I couldn't remain focused on the game. My mind kept venturing to Bella. More and more time I spend with her; the more and more I like her. Bella was beautiful, smart, funny, athletic, strong minded, jaw dropping, sexy, annoying, amazing, responsible, smart-alic, and self confident.

I could hardly focus ant practice today, because of Bella. The outfit she was wearing was really sexy. I was telling myself that I do not like Bella. The truth is I like Bella and she will be mine.

Bella's POV

I fell asleep at my desk. All of a sudden I felt a pair of arms pick me up and cuddle me to their chest. Then their arms were gone. My heart beat was going at a very quick pace, there was only one person in the entire world that could do that...Edward Cullen.

I felt something touch my forehead, may be his lips. Then I fell asleep. That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.