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    Cullen's Sky

    <Bella's pov>
    I can't believe I'm up this early packing. A part of me wanted to just lay back down and wait for Edward to "magically" appear in my room at the foot of my bed, and then, the other part of me was excited to be heading to Jacksonville Florida for the weekend to visit Mom and Phil. I've been here in Forks for so long I've forgotten how to dress for warm weather. I was to busy thinking about Edward and my trip that I managed to pack 2 winter coats, a pair of rain boots, about 4 pairs of jeans….need I say more. As I emptied my suitcase and began to repack, I found myself thinking of Edward once again. What would he be doing while I was gone? Who would he be around? The same questions I managed to ask myself everytime he wasn't around me. I walked to my closet and reached for my thong sandles, when I turned around there was Edward. He was Dressed in a tight fitting grey t-shirt and regular blue jeans. His scent, something that words can't explain. He knelt down to pick up my thong sandles that I dropped when I turned to face him.

    "Bella." He said with a smirk on his face.

    I took the shoes from him and walked over to my bed to place the sandles in my suitcase, "Can't you try knocking on the door like a normal person would?"

    "Hmmm I could but,"

    "But what?"

    "But you would begin to miss that feeling you get everytime I, "suprise" you. Am I wrong?"

    He was right but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. So to my hurry I changed the subject, "So what are you going to be doing while I'm gone? Hunt?"

    He walks over and sits beside my suitcase, "I don't suspect I'll be thirsty this weekend. Did you find out what your Mother has planned for you?"

    "Nope not yet but I'm sure whatever it is it'll be fun." I packed a couple of shirts and zipped up my suitcase.

    "Bella? I want you to promise me something."

    I loved it when he would get serious on me out of no where, "What?"

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