Who Are You And What Have You

“bella, I've Already Expended A Great Deal Of Personal Effort At This Point To Keep You Alive. I'm Not About To Let You Behind The Wheel Of A Vehicle When You Can't Even Walk Straight. Besides, Friends Don't Let Friends Drive Drunk,” He Quoted With A Chuckle. I Could Smell The Unbearably Sweet Fragrance Coming Off His Chest. “drunk?” I Objected. “you're Intoxicated By My Very Presence.” He Was Grinning That Playful Smirk Again.

I Knew It Would Begin With The End, And The End Would Look Like Death To These Eyes. I Had Been Warned.

He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.

True Love Was Forever Lost. The Prince Was Never Coming Back To Kiss Me Awake From My Enchanted Sleep. I Was Not A Princess, After All. So What Was The Fairy-tale Protocol For Other Kisses? The Mundane Kind That Didn't Break Any Spells? Maybe It Would Be Easy - Like Holding His Hand Or Having His Arms Around Me. Maybe It Would Feel Nice. Maybe It Wouldn't Fell Like A Betrayal. Besides, Who Was I Betraying, Anyway? Just Myself.

You're Really Not That Good A Mechanic, Edward. Maybe You Should Have Rosalie Take A Look At It Tonight, Just So You Look Good If Mike Decides To Let You Help, You Know. Not That It Wouldn't Be Fun To Watch His Face If Rosalie Showed Up To Help. But Since Rosalie Is Supposed To Be Across The Country Attending College, I Guess That's Not The Best Idea. Too Bad.