Blessed By An Angel

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I could say otherwise, I do not own the Twilight Saga.

 

A/N: This was the piece I wrote for the Halloween Countdown. I would like to thank Breath-of-Twilight for inviting me to this awesome initiative. I hope you enjoy this little story of mine. Happy Halloween! :D

 

 

 

Blessed By An Angel

Edward and I have been together since the first day I arrived in Forks High School.

I was about to start my junior year in high school, when my father got transferred to Forks. So, when I was told that we were going to move from sunny Phoenix to the murky town of Forks, Washington, naturally I had thrown a huge tantrum. Result? My getting a beat up red Chevy truck as a consolation gift.

It was the truck that had caused our first run-in, literally.

It was a simple case of Newton’s Third Law. I drove into the school parking lot, feeling apprehensive to face being the ‘new kid’ when accidentally, I knocked over a black motorcycle in the next spot.

 

My action brought on a reaction, all right.

The next thing I knew, a tall, lanky boy was towering over me, lecturing me on safe driving. I remember looking—okay, more like staring—at him and thinking what a waste it was to have so much beauty on a boy.

I remember the fire in his forest green eyes as he looked at my possibly glazed-over eyes. I remember him grabbing hold of my shoulders, about to shake me out of my daydreaming and I remember blurting out, “Forest is beautiful.”

He had let go of me and looked at me like I had grown two heads and in order to explain myself, I dug myself further into the hole of embarrassment. I remember the smile creeping up on his face when I had explained that I was talking about the forest green of his eyes and as I was about to run out of the parking lot, not believing what my big mouth just did, he had taken hold of my wrist and whispered, “Chocolate is enchanting.”

I remember grinning like an idiot the rest of the day. By the end of that day, he had asked me out and we have been grinning like idiots together, ever since.

That was five years ago.

Now, as I pulled on the leather costume over my body, I complained, yet again. “Why did we have to be gangsters, again? What was wrong with me being just Bella? She’s awesome, you know?”

He chuckled from across the room where he was buttoning up a white shirt and reached for the suspenders. I just about swallowed my tongue when I saw him in suspenders.

 

Damn! My boyfriend was frigging handsome.