But, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.
As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked2 to the right—in herminivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and Iflinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude tostare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore?
Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted4 that she probably had no idea if it waseven me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that shewasn't really staring at me, just the car.
Mycar. Sigh.
I glanced to the left and groaned5. Two pedestrians6 were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance tocross as they stared. Behind them, Mr. Marshall was gawking through the plate-glass window of his littlesouvenir shop. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass. Yet.
The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped7 on the gas pedal without thinking—thenormal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving.
Engine snarling8 like a hunting panther, the car jolted9 forward so fast that my body slammed into the blackleather seat and my stomach flattened10 against my spine11.
"Arg!" I gasped12 as I fumbled13 for the brake. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal. The carlurched to an absolute standstill anyway.
I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this carbefore, it was gone now. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one halfmillimeter, and the car shotforward again.
I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. If I hadn't been running on vapors14, I wouldn't have comeinto town at all. I was going without a lot of things these days, like Pop-Tarts and shoelaces, to avoidspending time in public.
Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in thetank within seconds. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge15 pick upthe pace. They ticked by sluggishly16, almost as if they were doing it just to annoy me.
It wasn't bright out—a typical drizzly17 day in Forks, Washington—but I still felt like a spotlight18 wastrained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyeson my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.
It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matterwhat people were saying about my engagement? About my new car? About my mysterious acceptanceinto an Ivy19 League college? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hot in my back pocket rightnow?
"Yeah, who cares what they think," I muttered under my breath.
"Urn1, miss?" a man's voice called.
I turned, and then wished I hadn't.
Two men stood beside a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied to the top. Neither of them waslooking at me; they both were staring at the car.
Personally, I didn't get it. But then, I was just proud I could distinguish between the symbols for Toyota,Ford, and Chevy. This car was glossy20 black, sleek21, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you're driving?" the tall one asked.
"Urn, a Mercedes, right?""Yes," the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer. "I know. But I waswondering, is that... are you driving a Mercedes Guardian22?" The man said the name with reverence23. Ihad a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward Cullen, my... my fiance (there really was nogetting around that truth with the wedding just days away). "They aren't supposed to be available inEurope yet," the man went on, "let alone here."While his eyes traced the contours of my car—it didn't look much different from any other Mercedessedan to me, but what did I know?—I briefly24 contemplated25 my issues with words like fiance, wedding,husband, etc.
I just couldn't put it together in my head.
On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets26.
But more than that, I just couldn't reconcile a staid, respectable, dull concept like husband with myconcept of Edward. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn't visualize27 him in anycommonplace role.
Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up in a dizzy spin of fantasies. Thestranger had to clear his throat to get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about the car's makeand model.
"I don't know," I told him honestly.
"Do you mind if I take a picture with it?"It took me a second to process that. "Really? You want to take a picture with the car?""Sure—nobody is going to believe me if I don't get proof.""Urn. Okay. Fine."I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide while the enthusiast28 dug a hugeprofessional-looking camera out of his backpack. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood29, andthen they went to take pictures at the back end.
"I miss my truck," I whimpered to myself.
Very, very convenient—too convenient—that my truck would wheeze30 its last wheeze just weeks afterEdward and I had agreed to our lopsided compromise, one detail of which was that he be allowed toreplace my truck when it passed on. Edward swore it was only to be expected; my truck had lived along, full life and then expired of natural causes. According to him. And, of course, I had no way to verifyhis story or to try to raise my truck from the dead on my own. My favorite mechanic—I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion. Instead, I listened to the men's voicesoutside, muted by the car walls.
"... went at it with a flamethrower in the online video. Didn't even pucker32 the paint.""Of course not. You could roll a tank over this baby. Not much of a market for one over here. Designedfor Middle East diplomats33, arms dealers34, and drug lords mostly.""Think she's something?" the short one asked in a softer voice. I ducked my head, cheeks flaming.
"Huh," the tall one said. "Maybe. Can't imagine what you'd need missile-proof glass and four thousandpounds of body armor for around here. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous35."Body armor. Four thousand pounds of body armor. And missile-proof glass? Nice. What hadhappened to good old-fashioned bulletproof?
Well, at least this made some sense—if you had a twisted sense of humor.
It wasn't like I hadn't expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so that hecould give so much more than he would receive. I'd agreed that he could replace my truck when itneeded replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of course. When I'd been forced toadmit that the truck had become no more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevys on my curb36, I knew hisidea of a replacement37 was probably going to embarrass me. Make me the focus of stares and whispers.
I'd been right about that part. But even in my darkest imaginings I had not foreseen that he would get metwo cars.
The "before" car and the "after" car, he'd explained when I'd flipped38 out.
This was just the "before" car. He'd told me it was a loaner and promised that he was returning it afterthe wedding. It all had made absolutely no sense to me. Until now.
Ha ha. Because I was so fragilely human, so accident-prone, so much a victim to my own dangerousbad luck, apparently39 I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe. Hilarious40. I was sure he and hisbrothers had enjoyed thejoke quite a bit behind my back.
Or maybe, just maybe,a small voice whispered in my head, it's not a joke, silly. Maybe he's really thatworried about you. This wouldn't be the first time he's gone a little overboard trying to protectyou.
I sighed.
I hadn't seen the "after" car yet. It was hidden under a sheet in the deepest corner of the Cullens' garage.
I knew most people would have peeked by now, but I really didn't want to know.
Probably no body armor on that car—because I wouldn't need it after the honeymoon41. Virtualindestructibility was just one of the many perks42 I was looking forward to. The best parts about being aCullen were not expensive cars and impressive credit cards.
"Hey," the tall man called, cupping his hands to the glass in an effort to peer in. "We're done now.
Thanks a lot!""You're welcome," I called back, and then tensed as I started the engine and eased the pedal—ever sogently—down___No matter how many times I drove down the familiar road home, I still couldn't make the rain-fadedflyers fade into the background. Each one of them, stapled43 to telephone poles and taped to street signs,was like a fresh slap in the face. A well-deserved slap in the face. My mind was sucked back into thethought I'd interrupted so immediately before. I couldn't avoid it on this road. Not with pictures of myfavorite mechanic flashing past me at regular intervals44.
My best friend. My Jacob.
Thehave you SEENthis boy? posters were not Jacob's father's idea. It had been my father, Charlie,who'd printed up the flyers and spread them all over town. And not just Forks, but Port Angeles andSequim and Hoquiam and Aberdeen and every other town in the Olympic Peninsula. He'd made surethat all the police stations in the state of Washington had the same flyer hanging on the wall, too. His ownstation had a whole corkboard dedicated45 to finding Jacob. A corkboard that was mostly empty, much tohis disappointment and frustration46.
My dad was disappointed with more than the lack of response. He was most disappointed with Billy,Jacob's father—and Charlie's closest friend.
For Billy's not being more involved with the search for his sixteen-year-old "runaway47." For Billy'srefusing to put up the flyers in La Push, the reservation on the coast that was Jacob's home. For hisseeming resigned to Jacob's disappearance48, as if there was nothing he could do. For his saying, "Jacob'sgrown up now. He'll come home if he wants to."And he was frustrated49 with me, for taking Billy's side.
I wouldn't put up posters, either. Because both Billy and I knew where Jacob was, roughly speaking,and we also knew that no one had seen this boy.
The flyers put the usual big, fat lump in my throat, the usual stinging tears in my eyes, and I was gladEdward was out hunting this Saturday. If Edward saw my reaction, it would only make him feel terrible,too.
Of course, there were drawbacks to it being Saturday. As I turned slowly and carefully onto my street, Icould see my dad's police cruiser in the driveway of our home. He'd skipped fishing again today. Stillsulking about thewedding.
So I wouldn't be able to use the phone inside. But I had to call___I parked on the curb behind the Chevy sculpture and pulled the cell phone Edward had given me foremergencies out of the glove compartment50. I dialed, keeping my finger on the "end" button as the phonerang. Just in case.
"Hello?" Seth Clearwater answered, and I sighed in relief. I was way too chicken to speak to his oldersister, Leah. The phrase "bite my head off was not entirely51 a figure of speech when it came to Leah.
"Hey, Seth, it's Bella.""Oh, hiya, Bella! How are you?"Choked up. Desperate for reassurance52. "Fine.""Calling for an update?""You're psychic53.""Not hardly. I'm no Alice—you're just predictable," he joked. Among the Quileute pack down at LaPush, only Seth was comfortable even mentioning the Cullens by name, let alone joking about things likemy nearly omniscient54 sister-in-law-to-be.
"I know I am." I hesitated for a minute. "How is he?"Seth sighed. "Same as ever. He won't talk, though we know he hears us. He's trying not to think human,you know. Just going with his instincts.""Do you know where he is now?""Somewhere in northern Canada. I can't tell you which province. He doesn't pay much attention to statelines.""Any hint that he might...""He's not coming home, Bella. Sorry."I swallowed. "S'okay, Seth. I knew before I asked. I just can't help wishing.""Yeah. We all feel the same way.""Thanks for putting up with me, Seth. I know the others must give you a hard time.""They're not your hugest fans," he agreed cheerfully. "Kind of lame31, I think. Jacob made his choices, youmade yours. Jake doesn't like their attitude about it. 'Course, he isn't super thrilled that you're checkingup on him, either."I gasped. "I thought he wasn't talking to you?""He can't hide everything from us, hard as he's trying."So Jacob knew I was worried. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Well, at least he knew I hadn'tskipped off into the sunset and forgotten him completely. He might have imagined me capable of that.
"I guess I'll see you at the... wedding," I said, forcing the word out through my teeth.
"Yeah, me and my mom will be there. It was cool of you to ask us."I smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice. Though inviting55 the Clearwaters had been Edward's idea, I wasglad he'd thought of it. Having Seth there would be nice—a link, however tenuous56, to my missing bestman. "It wouldn't be thesame without you.""Tell Edward I said hi, 'kay?""Sure thing."I shook my head. The friendship that had sprung up between Edward and Seth was something that stillboggled my mind. It was proof, though, that things didn't have to be this way. That vampires57 andwerewolves could get along just fine, thank you very much, if they were of a mind to.
Not everybody liked this idea.
"Ah," Seth said, his voice cracking up an octave. "Er, Leah's home.""Oh! Bye!"The phone went dead. I left it on the seat and prepared myself mentally to go inside the house, whereCharlie would be waiting.
My poor dad had so much to deal with right now. Jacob-the-runaway was just one of the straws on hisoverburdened back. He was almost as worried about me, his barely-a-legal-adult daughter who wasabout to become a Mrs. in just a few days' time.
I walked slowly through the light rain, remembering the night we'd told him___As the sound of Charlie's cruiser announced his return, the ring suddenly weighed a hundred pounds onmy finger. I wanted to shove my left hand in a pocket, or maybe sit on it, but Edward's cool, firm graspkept it front and center.
"Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you're not confessing to a murder here.""Easy for you to say."I listened to the ominous58 sound of my father's boots clomping up the sidewalk. The key rattled59 in thealready open door. The sound reminded me of that part of the horror movie when the victim realizesshe's forgotten to lock herdeadbolt.
"Calm down, Bella," Edward whispered, listening to the acceleration60 of my heart.
The door slammed against the wall, and I flinched3 like I'd been Tasered.
"Hey, Charlie," Edward called, entirely relaxed.
"No!" I protested under my breath.
"What?" Edward whispered back.
"Wait till he hangs his gun up!"Edward chuckled61 and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair.
Charlie came around the corner, still in his uniform, still armed, and tried not to make a face when hespied us sitting together on the loveseat. Lately, he'd been putting forth62 a lot of effort to like Edwardmore. Of course, this revelation was sure to end that effort immediately.
"Hey, kids. What's up?""We'd like to talk to you," Edward said, so serene63. "We have some good news."Charlie's expression went from strained friendliness64 to black suspicion in a second.
"Good news?" Charlie growled65, looking straight at me.
"Have a seat, Dad."He raised one eyebrow66, stared at me for five seconds, then stomped to the recliner and sat down on thevery edge, his back ramrod straight.
"Don't get worked up, Dad," I said after a moment of loaded silence. "Everything's okay."Edward grimaced67, and I knew it was in objection to the word okay. He probably would have usedsomething more like wonderful or perfect or glorious.
"Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great, then why are you sweating bullets?""I'm not sweating," I lied.
I leaned away from his fierce scowl68, cringing69 into Edward, and instinctively70 wiped the back of my righthand across my forehead to remove the evidence.
"You're pregnant!" Charlie exploded. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"Though the question was clearly meant for me, he was glaring at Edward now, and I could have sworn Isaw his hand twitch71 toward the gun.
"No! Of course I'm not!" I wanted to elbow Edward in the ribs72, but I knew that move would only giveme a bruise73. I'd told Edward that people would immediately jump to this conclusion! What otherpossible reason would sane74 people have for getting married at eighteen? (His answer then had made meroll my eyes. Love. Right.)Charlie's glower75 lightened a shade. It was usually pretty clear on my face when I was telling the truth,and he believed me now. "Oh. Sorry.""Apology accepted."There was a long pause. After a moment, I realized everyone was waiting for me to say something. Ilooked up at Edward, panic-stricken. There was no way I was going to get the words out.
He smiled at me and then squared his shoulders and turned to my father.
"Charlie, I realize that I've gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. Imean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don't want to diminish her choice in thematter, instead of asking you for her hand, I'm asking you for your blessing76. We're getting married,Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and—by some miracle—sheloves me that way, too. Will you give us your blessing?"He sounded so sure, so calm. For just an instant, listening to the absolute confidence in his voice, Iexperienced a rare moment of insight, i could see, fleetingly77, the way the world looked to him. For thelength of one heartbeat, this news made perfect sense.
And then I caught sight of the expression on Charlie's face, his eyes now locked on the ring.
I held my breath while his skin changed colors—fair to red, red to purple, purple to blue. I started to getup—I'mnot sure what I planned to do; maybe use the Heimlich maneuver78 to make sure he wasn't choking—butEdward squeezed my hand and murmured "Give him a minute" so low that only I could hear.
The silence was much longer this time. Then, gradually, shade by shade, Charlie's color returned tonormal. His lips pursed, and his eyebrows79 furrowed80; I recognized his "deep in thought" expression. Hestudied the two of us for a long moment, and I felt Edward relax at my side.
"Guess I'm not that surprised," Charlie grumbled81. "Knew I'd have to deal with something like this soonenough."I exhaled82.
"You sure about this?" Charlie demanded, glaring at me.
"I'm one hundred percent sure about Edward," I told him without missing a beat.
"Getting married, though? What's the rush?" He eyed me suspiciously again.
The rush was due to the fact that I was getting closer to nineteen every stinking83 day, while Edwardstayed frozen in all his seventeen-year-old perfection, as he had for over ninety years. Not that this factnecessitated marriage in my book, but the wedding was required due to the delicate and tangledcompromise Edward and I had made to finally get to this point, the brink84 of my transformation85 frommortal to immortal86.
These weren't things I could explain to Charlie.
"We're going away to Dartmouth together in the fall, Charlie," Edward reminded him. "I'd like to do that,well, the right way. It's how I was raised." He shrugged87.
He wasn't exaggerating; they'd been big on old-fashioned morals during World War I.
Charlie's mouth twisted to the side. Looking for an angle to argue from. But what could he say? I'dprefer you live in sin first? He was a dad; his hands were tied.
"Knew this was coming," he muttered to himself, frowning. Then, suddenly, his face went perfectlysmooth and blank.
"Dad?" I asked anxiously. I glanced at Edward, but I couldn't read his face, either, as he watchedCharlie.
"Ha!" Charlie exploded. I jumped in my seat. "Ha, ha, ha!"I stared incredulously as Charlie doubled over in laughter; his whole body shook with it.
I looked at Edward for a translation, but Edward had his lips pressed tightly together, like he was tryingto hold back laughter himself.
"Okay, fine," Charlie choked out. "Get married." Another roll of laughter shook through him. "But...""But what?" I demanded.
"But you have to tell your mom! I'm not saying one word to Renee! That's all yours!" He busted89 intoloud guffaws90.
I paused with my hand on the doorknob, smiling. Sure, at the time, Charlie's words had terrified me. Theultimate doom91: telling Renee. Early marriage was higher up on her blacklist than boiling live puppies.
Who could have foreseen her response? Not me. Certainly not Charlie. Maybe Alice, but I hadn'tthought to ask her.
"Well, Bella," Renee had said after I'd choked and stuttered out the impossible words: /Worn, I'mmarrying Edward. Tm a little miffed that you waited so long to tell me. Plane tickets only get moreexpensive. Oooh," she'd fretted92. "Do you think Phil's cast will be off by then? It will spoil the pictures ifhe's not in a tux—""Back up a second, Mom." I'd gasped. "What do you mean, waited so long? I just got en-en . . ."—I'dbeen unable to force out the word engaged—"things settled, you know, today.""Today? Really? That is a surprise. I assumed ...""What did you assume? When did you assume?""Well, when you came to visit me in April, it looked like things were pretty much sewn up, if you knowwhat I mean. You're not very hard to read, sweetie. But I didn't say anything because I knew it wouldn'tdo any good. You're exactly like Charlie." She'd sighed, resigned. "Once you make up your mind, thereis no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too."And then she'd said the last thing that I'd ever expected to hear from my mother.
"You're not making my mistakes, Bella. You sound like you're scared silly, and I'm guessing it's becauseyou're afraid of me." She'd giggled93. "Of what I'm going to think. And I know I've said a lot of thingsabout marriage and stupidity—and I'm not taking them back—but you need to realize that those thingsspecifically applied94 to me. You're a completely different person than I am. You make your own kinds ofmistakes, and I'm sure you'll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem,sweetie. You have a better chance of making this work than most forty-year-olds I know." Renee hadlaughed again. "My little middle-aged95 child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul.""You're not... mad? You don't think I'm making a humongous mistake?""Well, sure, I wish you'd wait a few more years. I mean, do I look old enough to be a mother-in-law toyou? Don't answer that. But this isn't about me. This is about you. Are you happy?""I don't know. I'm having an out-of-body experience right now."Renee had chuckled. "Does he make you happy, Bella?""Yes, but—""Are you ever going to want anyone else?""No, but—""But what?""But aren't you going to say that I sound exactly like every other infatuated teenager since the dawn oftime?""You've never been a teenager, sweetie. You know what's best for you."For the last few weeks, Renee had unexpectedly immersed herself in wedding plans. She'd spent hoursevery day on the phone with Edward's mother, Esme—no worries about the in-laws getting along.
Renee adored Esme, but then, I doubted anyone could help responding that way to my lovablealmost-mother-in-law.
It let me right off the hook. Edward's family and my family were taking care of the nuptials96 togetherwithout my having to do or know or think too hard about any of it.
Charlie was furious, of course, but the sweet part was that he wasn't furious at me. Renee was thetraitor. He'd counted on her to play the heavy. What could he do now, when his ultimate threat—tellingMom—had turned out to be utterly97 empty? He had nothing, and he knew it. So he moped around thehouse, muttering things about not being able to trust anyone in this world___"Dad?" I called as I pushed open the front door. "I'm home.""Hold on, Bells, stay right there.""Huh?" I asked, pausing automatically.
"Gimme a second. Ouch, you got me, Alice."Alice?
"Sorry, Charlie," Alice's trilling voice responded. "How's that?""I'm bleeding on it.""You're fine. Didn't break the skin—trust me.""What's going on?" I demanded, hesitating in the doorway98.
"Thirty seconds, please, Bella," Alice told me. "Your patience will be rewarded.""Humph," Charlie added.
I tapped my foot, counting each beat. Before I got to thirty, Alice said, "Okay, Bella, come in!"Moving with caution, I rounded the little corner into our living room.
"Oh," I huffed. "Aw. Dad. Don't you look—""Silly?" Charlie interrupted.
"I was thinking more like debonair"Charlie blushed. Alice took his elbow and tugged99 him around into a slow spin to showcase the pale graytux.
"Now cut that out, Alice. I look like an idiot.""No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot.""She's right, Dad. You look fabulous100! What's the occasion?"Alice rolled her eyes. "It's the final check on the fit. For both of you."I peeled my gaze off the unusually elegant Charlie for the first time and saw the dreaded101 white garmentbag laid carefully across the sofa.
"Aaah.""Go to your happy place, Bella. It won't take long."I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Keeping them shut, I stumbled my way up the stairs tomy room. I stripped down to my underwear and held my arms straight out.
"You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails," Alice muttered to herself as she followedme in.
I paid no attention to her. I was in my happy place.
In my happy place, the whole wedding mess was over and done. Behind me. Already repressed andforgotten.
We were alone, just Edward and me. The setting was fuzzy and constantly in flux—it morphed frommisty forest to cloud-covered city to arctic night—because Edward was keeping the location of ourhoneymoon a secret to surprise me. But I wasn't especially concerned about the where part.
Edward and I were together, and I'd fulfilled my side of our compromise perfectly88. I'd married him. Thatwas the big one. But I'd also accepted all his outrageous102 gifts and was registered, however futilely103, toattend Dartmouth College in the fall. Now it was his turn.
Before he turned me into a vampire—his big compromise—he had one other stipulation104 to make goodon.
Edward had an obsessive105 sort of concern over the human things that I would be giving up, theexperiences he didn't want me to miss. Most of them—like the prom, for example—seemed silly to me.
There was only one human experience I worried about missing. Of course it would be the one he wishedI would forget completely.
Here was the thing, though. I knew a little about what I was going to be like when I wasn't humananymore. I'd seen newborn vampires firsthand, and I'd heard all my family-to-be's stories about thosewild early days. For several years, my biggest personality trait was going to be thirsty, it would takesome time before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would never feelexactly the way I felt now.
Human... and passionately106 in love.
I wanted the complete experience before I traded in my warm, breakable, pheromone-riddled body forsomething beautiful, strong... and unknown. I wanted a real honeymoon with Edward. And, despite thedanger he feared this would put me in, he'd agreed to try.
I was only vaguely107 aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin. I didn't care, for themoment, that the whole town was talking about me. I didn't think about the spectacle I would have tostar in much too soon. I didn't worry about tripping on my train or giggling108 at the wrong moment or beingtoo young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should be.
I was with Edward in my happy place.
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