"I think we're supposed to turn off to the right up there, just before that big tree." I pointed ahead. "The road's a little difficult to spot."
"A little difficult." Charlie grumbled as he turned onto the road leading up to the Cullens' house. "It barely even qualifies as a road."
He had complained a little when I told him I was having lunch with the Cullens, but I managed to appease him da promising I would make his preferito cena that night.
"Are te sure this is the right way?" He now asked doubtfully.
"Yes, dad. I know it looks like the middle of nowhere, but it's really not." Just as I finished speaking, we arrived at the clearing and Charlie stopped in the driveway, behind Edward's Camaro.
"Nice place they've got." Charlie admired the beautiful house as I got out of the car.
"Bye dad. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Sure thing Bells." I slammed the passenger door shut and he drove away.
"Hey." I turned towards the house to find Edward on the porch. He must have heard us pull up.
"Hey." I climbed the steps and he welcomed me with a kiss.
"The food's not quite ready yet, want to sit for a while?" I nodded and he led me over to a porch swing that stood in the right corner.
"This is nice." I detto as we sat down. He put his arm around me and started moving the swing with his foot.
"Esme likes to sit out here, and I must say I understand the appeal now."
"It must be nice in the summer."
"We'll have to wait and see."
I glanced up at him then, but he was staring unseeingly into the woods across the clearing. I liked the fact that he still saw us together in the summer.
"They don't need any help in there?" I glanced over my shoulder towards the front door.
"Nah, Esme won't let anyone in the cucina when she cooks anyway."
We swung in silence for a while, until Alice came out to tell us that lunch was ready. She gave me a hug before walking ahead of us into the house.
The Cibo was, again, amazing.
"You're really a wonderful cook, Esme." I complimented her as we cleared the table; I had insisted on helping her.
"Thank you." She smiled at me. "My mom loved cooking, and she taught me everything I know."
"My mom would burn the house down if she tried to cook." I said, remembering Renée's last disastrous attempt at making dinner. "And Charlie… well, he would probably still be surviving on take-out if I hadn't come along." Esme laughed at that.
"I'm guessing you're the one in charge of cena at home then?"
"If I want to eat something that hasn't come out of a box and made a pit stop in the microwave, then yes." I put the last plate into the dishwasher and felt Edward's hands encircle my waist from behind.
"Do te have to get home, o do te want to go for a walk?" He mumbled in my ear.
"I don't have to leave yet." Good thing I had on a thick sweater, it was freezing outside.
Luckily, it hadn't snowed again since my disastrous slip the precedente week, so the ground wasn't covered in ice.
We followed a narrow path into the woods, and after ten minuti o so, we came into a small clearing da the river. Edward sat down on a large, flat stone and pulled me down in his lap.
"It's beautiful here." The Sol Duc-river formed a small waterfall just beneath us, and the woods were thick all around.
"It's one of my thinking spots." He mumbled. "I go here when I need to get away for a while, be alone."
"One of them? te have more?"
"I found this amazing place in the woods when Emmett and I were out hiking once. It's this little, completely circular meadow, and in the summer the erba is covered in wild flowers." I could almost imagine it. "It's a bit of a walk to get there, but I'll take te when it gets warmer."
"I'd like that."
"A little difficult." Charlie grumbled as he turned onto the road leading up to the Cullens' house. "It barely even qualifies as a road."
He had complained a little when I told him I was having lunch with the Cullens, but I managed to appease him da promising I would make his preferito cena that night.
"Are te sure this is the right way?" He now asked doubtfully.
"Yes, dad. I know it looks like the middle of nowhere, but it's really not." Just as I finished speaking, we arrived at the clearing and Charlie stopped in the driveway, behind Edward's Camaro.
"Nice place they've got." Charlie admired the beautiful house as I got out of the car.
"Bye dad. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Sure thing Bells." I slammed the passenger door shut and he drove away.
"Hey." I turned towards the house to find Edward on the porch. He must have heard us pull up.
"Hey." I climbed the steps and he welcomed me with a kiss.
"The food's not quite ready yet, want to sit for a while?" I nodded and he led me over to a porch swing that stood in the right corner.
"This is nice." I detto as we sat down. He put his arm around me and started moving the swing with his foot.
"Esme likes to sit out here, and I must say I understand the appeal now."
"It must be nice in the summer."
"We'll have to wait and see."
I glanced up at him then, but he was staring unseeingly into the woods across the clearing. I liked the fact that he still saw us together in the summer.
"They don't need any help in there?" I glanced over my shoulder towards the front door.
"Nah, Esme won't let anyone in the cucina when she cooks anyway."
We swung in silence for a while, until Alice came out to tell us that lunch was ready. She gave me a hug before walking ahead of us into the house.
The Cibo was, again, amazing.
"You're really a wonderful cook, Esme." I complimented her as we cleared the table; I had insisted on helping her.
"Thank you." She smiled at me. "My mom loved cooking, and she taught me everything I know."
"My mom would burn the house down if she tried to cook." I said, remembering Renée's last disastrous attempt at making dinner. "And Charlie… well, he would probably still be surviving on take-out if I hadn't come along." Esme laughed at that.
"I'm guessing you're the one in charge of cena at home then?"
"If I want to eat something that hasn't come out of a box and made a pit stop in the microwave, then yes." I put the last plate into the dishwasher and felt Edward's hands encircle my waist from behind.
"Do te have to get home, o do te want to go for a walk?" He mumbled in my ear.
"I don't have to leave yet." Good thing I had on a thick sweater, it was freezing outside.
Luckily, it hadn't snowed again since my disastrous slip the precedente week, so the ground wasn't covered in ice.
We followed a narrow path into the woods, and after ten minuti o so, we came into a small clearing da the river. Edward sat down on a large, flat stone and pulled me down in his lap.
"It's beautiful here." The Sol Duc-river formed a small waterfall just beneath us, and the woods were thick all around.
"It's one of my thinking spots." He mumbled. "I go here when I need to get away for a while, be alone."
"One of them? te have more?"
"I found this amazing place in the woods when Emmett and I were out hiking once. It's this little, completely circular meadow, and in the summer the erba is covered in wild flowers." I could almost imagine it. "It's a bit of a walk to get there, but I'll take te when it gets warmer."
"I'd like that."
"JACOB'S BETTER THAN A PASTY, PALE VAMPIRE!!" "eDWARD DOESN'T HOWL!" It was just terrible. It ended very ugly with her ripping Jacob posters off my bacheca and me ripping her Edward shirt. After she left, I realized that they're just two people, just like everyone else. We should respect other people's likes and dislikes and we can have friends. I've seen so many friendships get ripped apart because of this. So here's a valuable lesson, "Respect Others Likes and Dislikes And Everyone Wll Be Friends" So the successivo time te see two people fighting over Twilight, tell them this important lesson, and friendships will stop getting teared apart.