So sorry for not updating, I had a little bit of writers block in the middle, so I just made Edward ask what her favorite color was, it may be a little random, but oh well. I also went camping and white water rafting with some family. Oh what a joy the great outdoors are!! Itchy bug bites, giant moths, dirt EVERYWHERE, freezing water, a paddle shoved up your leg, and of course you can never go a night without inhaling ten gallons of ash. Yep, good times… good times…
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No.
How 'bout now?
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Now?
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Really?!
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Dang…
Chap. 4: Mile Marathon Mood Swing
"E- Edward?"
"Are you all right," he repeated, his voice furious.
"Yes, but-"
"What did you think you were doing?" he interrupted, his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to look into his blazing eyes, which made it extremely hard to concentrate.
"W-well, I wanted t-to see the dolphins," I stuttered, a million questions flying through my head.
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger–in the process taking his hands from my shoulders, it surprised me how much disappointment I felt- and said in strained voice, "So you went up to the highest… ground you could find and leaned over? With your balance?" he added.
"Yes," I sounded guilty. Why should I sound guilty? It's not like I did it on purpose. But there were more important things to talk about at the moment. "Why are you here?"
His expression went from surprised to guarded. "You don't want me here?"
"No, not like that." I shook my head. "What I mean is: how did you know where to find me?"
He looked down, his long eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks. "Next question."
"No," I insisted. "Tell me."
He sighed. "I saw you walking up here, so I followed."
"Really?" I smiled, flattered. Maybe I should have been freaking out, or scared, that would have been a normal reaction at least.
He blinked, surprised. "Yeah. I was sort of hopping you'd come back up here."
"What? So you're like a stalker or something?" My smile widened.
He looked positively horrified. "No! I just wanted to talk to you."
"About what?" I cocked my head to the side. What could this god-like man possibly want to talk to me about?
He paused. "What's your favorite color?"
I snorted. "What kind of question is that?"
"One that I want to know."
"I don't really have a favorite color." I shrugged. "It changes from day to day."
"What's your favorite color today?"
"Red. Definitely red," I said, nodding my head.
"Why red?"
"It reminds me of the sunset, red is a warm color, and it's too blue out here," I listed off, ranting slightly.
He laughed; the sound was beyond beauty. "Beauty" was not enough to give this sound justice in the least. Although he did seem amused, I could sense that something was bothering him.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing." He looked at his feet.
"You can tell me. I promise I won't get mad," I said, taking his hand in mine. It was soft and smooth, but more than that it gave me a sense of security.
"It's just so… so frustrating!" He looked into my eyes. "One second I think I've got you all figured out, and the next you're off doing the exact opposite!"
It took me a moment to find something to say. "How does that have anything to do with my favorite color?"
"I figured you for a yellow kind of girl." He shrugged. "But that wasn't what I was talking about."
I looked at him, waiting for him to go on.
He sighed. "You know what, never mind." He laughed. "You probably think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"No, not crazy." I smiled at his shy, confused, and slightly frustrated expression; it made me want to laugh out loud. I could only imagine what he could be thinking…
"Hey," he said enthusiastically, brightening up. "Have you ever climbed to the top of the watch tower before?"
"Of course not!" I replied, appalled. "Only crew is allowed to go up there."
"So we'll be sneaky." He smiled crookedly.
It took me a moment to answer. "I'm not sure that's the best idea." I shuffled my feet uneasily. "You see, I don't have the best coordination in the world…"
He was suddenly very serious. "I would never let you fall, Bella."
I blinked twice. These mood swings were leaving me miles behind. It took me a minuet to realize that he wanted an answer. "Oh, um, sure. I'll go with you Edward." How could I deny this man anything?
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