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The nicest car here was a shiny Volvo, and it stood out.
a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
Dang doing my boy eric dirty
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren’t talking, and they weren’t eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them.
The cullens
it. I made the Cowardly Lion look like the terminator.
“My name is Edward Cullen,”
That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.
Of course he wasn’t interested in me, I thought angrily, my eyes stinging—a delayed reaction to the onions. I wasn’t interesting. And he was. Interesting… and brilliant… and mysterious… and perfect… and beautiful… and possibly able to lift full-sized vans with one hand.
“I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
Swoon
“I told you—I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I’m giving up.”
“Clair de Lune?” I asked, surprised. “You know Debussy?” He sounded surprised, too.
PLEASE
“Then there are the stories about the cold ones.”
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him—and I didn’t know how potent that part might be—that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
Besides, since I’d come to Forks, it really seemed like my life was about him.
His skin, white despite the faint flush from yesterday’s hunting trip, literally sparkled, like thousands of tiny diamonds were embedded in the surface.
“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!”
“As if you could outrun me,” he laughed bitterly.
“As if you could fight me off,” he said gently.
“So what you’re saying is, I’m your brand of heroin?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. “Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
“You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.”
“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…,” he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. “What a stupid lamb,” I sighed. “What a sick, masochistic lion.”
“You are my life now,” he answered simply.
“Aro, Marcus, Caius,” he said, indicating the other three, two black-haired, one snowy-white. “Nighttime patrons of the arts.”
I guessed that Jasper was using his peculiar gift to control the situation.
“You brought a snack?”
It sounded better coming from james
And we were friends now, somehow—as she must have known we would be all along.
“I think that boy is in love with you,” she accused, keeping her voice low.
“Twilight, again,” he murmured. “Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”
“So ready for this to be the end,” he murmured, almost to himself, “for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started.
