Changing our forever.

Changing our Forever 13

BPOV

I was all ready for bed, lounging under the covers and reading, waiting for my super-cool vampire boyfriend to waltz through my second story window. Maybe I should write a book about my life. No wait, that's already been done. Stephenie Meyer beat me to it. Hardly seems fair really. Though I've changed my future, so maybe I could still write it? After all, it isn't quite the same story anymore. All the same characters, but not the same lines. Eh, she'd probably sue me though. I can't believe she copyrighted my life, so now I can't write about it. I'll find a way. My story will be told, some day, some way, some how. Wow. I like that last line. It sounds like it could be a song. I've got it! I grabbed my journal and feverishly started writing:

My boyfriend is really old.

His body is freezing cold.

His eyes are like molten gold.

My story shall soon be told.

Some day, some way, some how

I think I'm gonna start it now.

His body I want to hold.

My lust is making me bold.

I'm hoping he's gonna fold.

Baby, break out of your mold.

Some day, some way, some how

Wish you would start right now.

Stays every night in my bed

Wouldn't harm a hair on my head

I hate those vows that he said –

Won't do me 'til we're safely wed.

Some day, some way, some how

I need your loving right now.

Through the city my boyfriend sped,

Fighting his feelings of dread.

Saw me broken, dripping red,

And all the tears that I had shed.

He won't let the venom spread.

Wants to bite me himself instead,

Once he has properly fed,

So I don't end up really dead.

Some day, some way, some how

Please make me a vampire now.

Yeah! I love it. Now I just have to get Edward to make a tune for it, and we have the next number one hit! He wrote Bella's Lullaby. I think I'll call this Ode to Edward.

"You should make up your mind on the melody, my dear. You seem to keep changing it. In fact, I think maybe you even change genres. I think I heard everything from country to rap in your version of that song. By the way, I don't know if anyone ever thought to mention this, but I believe you may be tone deaf. In fact, I'm quite certain you couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but I still love you. Besides, all of that will change when you're a vampire."

"What exactly is it you're trying to say here, Edward? Are you implying that I shouldn't become a musician and songwriter? That I should give up my new lifelong goals, dreams, and aspirations?"

Edward looked distinctly uncomfortable. "Of course not, honey. I just want you to be happy, and you know you have no monetary worries, right? I promise I will always take care of you. You really don't need to work at all."

Let's see how deep he can dig his hole before I have mercy on him and help him out of it.

"Well, it's good to know I won't be a starving artist. Every good artist deserves a patron. I'll be sure to let everyone know you are the inspiration behind all my work."