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Chapter Fifteen, the Cullens

So, Bella wakes up and is ecstatic to see Edward still there. She throws herself into his lap and declares that she though it was a dream. In a very kind move, Edward says that she's not that creative. Isn't that nice? Your boyfriend says that you're not creative. Which means, you're probably stupid, because you can't think of anything that's not there. Sweet, huh?

Bella, of course, doesn't notice this at all, and instead runs off to check to see if Charlie is still around. He'd left an hour ago and Edward comments that she's not normally so confused in the mornings. ... Does this mean he watches her in the morning too? When she's getting dressed even? Still, no comment from Bella. She's off in la-la land.

When she comes back there's this touching exchange:

"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed. "The talking came earlier."

I groaned. "What did you hear?"

His gold eyes grew very soft. "You said you loved me."

"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.

"It was nice to hear, just the same."

I hid my face against his shoulder. "I love you," I whispered.

"You are my life now," he answered simply.


The talking in her sleep is a rather odd affliction. I'm not sure if people who talk are that coherent. The few times I've heard my brother talk, it wasn't. But I could be wrong. Still it seems to be an awfully convenient device for Edward to learn about her. And learn how she feels about her.

Again, however, they've barely known each other for three months, and yet they're declaring their everlasting love for each other. She's his life now. He's been alive for at least ninety years and has seen humans come and go, and yet he's giving himself up to one girl he barely knows. A girl who's going to be dead with in a blink of his eye. Those never end well.

But this doesn't matter. Instead they go have breakfast and finally decide to tell Charlie that they're dating. Or soul mates. Something like that. Edward then offers to take her to meet his family. She's excited about this because she gets to meet her sweetheart's family. Right, three months, and barely talking for about one.

Then for some unbeknown reason she faints when Edward kisses her on the forehead. He's done that to her several times already and there's been snuggling and things, but now... it's all random except to give Edward a chance to hold her why she swoons. It's rather pointless and bizarre.


After this, Edward drives them to his house, in HER truck. All of a sudden, Bella doesn't have the right to drive her own vehicle. She doesn't even protest this. It's just sort of taken for granted. In fact, we don't even see them getting into the truck. They're just driving, or Edward is driving and this is just accepted.

Meyers does do good description. When she's not focusing on the Stony Edward.

I realized, as he drove my truck out of the main part of town, that I had no idea where he lived. We passed over the bridge at the Calawah River, the road winding northward, the houses flashing past us growing farther apart, getting bigger. And then we were past the other houses altogether, driving through misty forest. I was trying to decide whether to ask or be
patient, when he turned abruptly onto an unpaved road. It was unmarked, barely visible among the ferns. The forest encroached on both sides, leaving the road ahead only discernible for a few meters as it twisted, serpentlike, around the ancient trees.


This is decent. I rather like the last sentence there about the road. Again there are nice descriptions of the house.

I don't know what I had expected, but it definitely wasn't this. The house was timeless, graceful, and probably a hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectangular and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration. My truck was the only car in sight. I could hear the river close by, hidden in the obscurity of the forest.


But... it's not to last.
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