*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 14 - MIND OVER MATTER
He reached for the door ahead of me and opened it for me. I paused halfway through the frame.
"The door was unlocked?"
"No, I used the key from under the eave."
I stepped inside, flicked on the porch light, and turned to look at him with my eyebrows raised. I was sure I'd never used that key in front of him.
"I was curious about you."
"You spied on me?" But somehow I couldn't infuse my voice with the proper outrage. I was flattered.
He was unrepentant. "What else is there to do at night?"
I let it go for the moment and went down the hall to the kitchen. He was there before me, needing no guide. He sat in the very chair I'd tried to picture him in. His beauty lit up the kitchen. It was a moment before I could look away.
I concentrated on getting my dinner, taking last night's lasagna from the fridge, placing a square on my plate, heating it in the microwave. It revolved, filling the cocina with the smell of tomatoes and oregano. I didn't take my eyes from the plate of comida as I spoke.
"How often?" I asked casually.
"Hmmm?" He sounded as if I had pulled him from some other train of thought.
I still didn't turn around. "How often did tu come here?"
"I come here almost every night."
I whirled, stunned. "Why?"
"You're interesting when tu sleep." He spoke matter-of-factly. "You talk."
"No!" I gasped, heat flooding my face all the way to my hairline. I gripped the cocina counter for support. I knew I talked in my sleep, of course; my mother teased me about it. I hadn't thought it was something I needed to worry about here, though.
His expression shifted instantly to chagrin. "Are tu very angry with me?"
"That depends!" I felt and sounded like I'd had the breath knocked out of me.
He waited.
"On?" he urged.
"What tu heard!" I wailed.
Instantly, silently, he was at my side, taking my hands carefully in his.
"Don't be upset!" he pleaded. He dropped his face to the level of my eyes, holding my gaze. I was embarrassed. I tried to look away.
"You miss your mother," he whispered. "You worry about her. And when it rains, the sound makes tu restless. tu used to talk about inicial a lot, but it's less often now. Once tu said, 'It's too green.'" He laughed softly, hoping, I could see, not to offend me further.
"Anything else?" I demanded.
He knew what I was getting at. "You did say my name," he admitted.
I sighed in defeat. "A lot?"
"How much do tu mean por 'a lot,' exactly?"
"Oh no!" I hung my head.
He pulled me against his chest, softly, naturally.
"Don't be self-conscious," he whispered in my ear. "If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."
Then we both heard the sound of tires on the brick driveway, saw the headlights flash through the front windows, down the hall to us. I stiffened in his arms.
"Should your father know I'm here?" he asked.
"I'm not sure..." I tried to think it through quickly.
"Another time then..."
And I was alone.
"Edward!" I hissed.
I heard a ghostly chuckle, then nothing else.
My father's key turned in the door.
"Bella?" he called. It had bothered me before; who else would it be? Suddenly he didn't seem so far off base.
"In here." I hoped he couldn't hear the hysterical edge to my voice. I grabbed my cena from the microwave and sat at the mesa, tabla as he walked in. His footsteps sounded so noisy after my día with Edward.
"Can tu get me some of that? I'm bushed." He stepped on the heels of his boots to take them off, holding the back of Edward's chair for support.
I took my comida with me, scarfing it down as I got his dinner. It burned my tongue. I filled two glasses with leche while his lasagna was heating, and gulped mine to put out the fire. As I set the glass down, I noticed the leche tembling and realized my hand was shaking. Charlie sat in his chair, and the contrast between him and its former occupant was comical.
"Thanks," he dicho as I placed his comida on the table.
"How was your day?" I asked. The words were rushed; I was dying to escape to my room.
"Good. The pescado were biting... how about you? Did tu get everything done that tu wanted to?"
"Not really - it was too nice out to stay indoors." I took another big bite.
"It was a nice day," he agreed. What an understatement, I thought to myself.
Finished with the last bite of lasagna, I lifted my glass and chugged the remains of my milk.
Charile suprised me por being observant. "In a hurry?"
"Yeah, I'm tired. I'm going to cama early."
"You look kinda keyed up," he noted. Why, oh why, did this have to be his night to pay attention?
"Do I?" was all I could manage in response. I quickly scrubbed my dishes clean in the sink, and placed them upside down on a dish towel to dry.
"It's Saturday," he mused.
I didn't respond.
"No plans tonight?" he asked suddenly.
"No, Dad, I just want to get some sleep."
"None of the boys in town your type, eh?" He was suspicious, but trying to play it cool.
"No, none of the boys have caught my eyes yet." I was careful not to over-emphasize the word boys in my quest to be truthful to Charlie.
"I though maybe that Mike Newton... tu dicho he was friendly."
"He's just a friend, Dad."
"Well, you're too good for them all, anyway. Wait till tu get to college to start looking." Every father's dream, that his daughter will be out of the house before the hormones kick in.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," I agreed as I headed up the stairs.
"'Night, honey," he called after me. No doubt he would be listening carefully all evening, waiting for me to try to sneak out.
"See tu in the morning, Dad." See tu creeping into my room tonight at midnight to check on me.
TWILIGHT - chapter 14 - MIND OVER MATTER
He reached for the door ahead of me and opened it for me. I paused halfway through the frame.
"The door was unlocked?"
"No, I used the key from under the eave."
I stepped inside, flicked on the porch light, and turned to look at him with my eyebrows raised. I was sure I'd never used that key in front of him.
"I was curious about you."
"You spied on me?" But somehow I couldn't infuse my voice with the proper outrage. I was flattered.
He was unrepentant. "What else is there to do at night?"
I let it go for the moment and went down the hall to the kitchen. He was there before me, needing no guide. He sat in the very chair I'd tried to picture him in. His beauty lit up the kitchen. It was a moment before I could look away.
I concentrated on getting my dinner, taking last night's lasagna from the fridge, placing a square on my plate, heating it in the microwave. It revolved, filling the cocina with the smell of tomatoes and oregano. I didn't take my eyes from the plate of comida as I spoke.
"How often?" I asked casually.
"Hmmm?" He sounded as if I had pulled him from some other train of thought.
I still didn't turn around. "How often did tu come here?"
"I come here almost every night."
I whirled, stunned. "Why?"
"You're interesting when tu sleep." He spoke matter-of-factly. "You talk."
"No!" I gasped, heat flooding my face all the way to my hairline. I gripped the cocina counter for support. I knew I talked in my sleep, of course; my mother teased me about it. I hadn't thought it was something I needed to worry about here, though.
His expression shifted instantly to chagrin. "Are tu very angry with me?"
"That depends!" I felt and sounded like I'd had the breath knocked out of me.
He waited.
"On?" he urged.
"What tu heard!" I wailed.
Instantly, silently, he was at my side, taking my hands carefully in his.
"Don't be upset!" he pleaded. He dropped his face to the level of my eyes, holding my gaze. I was embarrassed. I tried to look away.
"You miss your mother," he whispered. "You worry about her. And when it rains, the sound makes tu restless. tu used to talk about inicial a lot, but it's less often now. Once tu said, 'It's too green.'" He laughed softly, hoping, I could see, not to offend me further.
"Anything else?" I demanded.
He knew what I was getting at. "You did say my name," he admitted.
I sighed in defeat. "A lot?"
"How much do tu mean por 'a lot,' exactly?"
"Oh no!" I hung my head.
He pulled me against his chest, softly, naturally.
"Don't be self-conscious," he whispered in my ear. "If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it."
Then we both heard the sound of tires on the brick driveway, saw the headlights flash through the front windows, down the hall to us. I stiffened in his arms.
"Should your father know I'm here?" he asked.
"I'm not sure..." I tried to think it through quickly.
"Another time then..."
And I was alone.
"Edward!" I hissed.
I heard a ghostly chuckle, then nothing else.
My father's key turned in the door.
"Bella?" he called. It had bothered me before; who else would it be? Suddenly he didn't seem so far off base.
"In here." I hoped he couldn't hear the hysterical edge to my voice. I grabbed my cena from the microwave and sat at the mesa, tabla as he walked in. His footsteps sounded so noisy after my día with Edward.
"Can tu get me some of that? I'm bushed." He stepped on the heels of his boots to take them off, holding the back of Edward's chair for support.
I took my comida with me, scarfing it down as I got his dinner. It burned my tongue. I filled two glasses with leche while his lasagna was heating, and gulped mine to put out the fire. As I set the glass down, I noticed the leche tembling and realized my hand was shaking. Charlie sat in his chair, and the contrast between him and its former occupant was comical.
"Thanks," he dicho as I placed his comida on the table.
"How was your day?" I asked. The words were rushed; I was dying to escape to my room.
"Good. The pescado were biting... how about you? Did tu get everything done that tu wanted to?"
"Not really - it was too nice out to stay indoors." I took another big bite.
"It was a nice day," he agreed. What an understatement, I thought to myself.
Finished with the last bite of lasagna, I lifted my glass and chugged the remains of my milk.
Charile suprised me por being observant. "In a hurry?"
"Yeah, I'm tired. I'm going to cama early."
"You look kinda keyed up," he noted. Why, oh why, did this have to be his night to pay attention?
"Do I?" was all I could manage in response. I quickly scrubbed my dishes clean in the sink, and placed them upside down on a dish towel to dry.
"It's Saturday," he mused.
I didn't respond.
"No plans tonight?" he asked suddenly.
"No, Dad, I just want to get some sleep."
"None of the boys in town your type, eh?" He was suspicious, but trying to play it cool.
"No, none of the boys have caught my eyes yet." I was careful not to over-emphasize the word boys in my quest to be truthful to Charlie.
"I though maybe that Mike Newton... tu dicho he was friendly."
"He's just a friend, Dad."
"Well, you're too good for them all, anyway. Wait till tu get to college to start looking." Every father's dream, that his daughter will be out of the house before the hormones kick in.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," I agreed as I headed up the stairs.
"'Night, honey," he called after me. No doubt he would be listening carefully all evening, waiting for me to try to sneak out.
"See tu in the morning, Dad." See tu creeping into my room tonight at midnight to check on me.
Dreamed last night about a time and place
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As tu turned and dicho to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
tu and me, we will be
Years went por and nothing changed
The amor we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on parte superior, arriba of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
tu and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
tu and me, we will be
Where from our troubles we had escaped
I held your hand and I felt complete
As tu turned and dicho to me
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
tu and me, we will be
Years went por and nothing changed
The amor we shared just stayed the same
As hair grew grey on parte superior, arriba of our heads
Every night I quietly said
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
We will be
From now on
From now on we'll be
tu and me
tu and me, we will be
Only a dream
Only a dream
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
Only a dream
From now on
tu and me, we will be
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let me come closer, I'm not your shadow
With our eyes shielded from the oncoming count
It's not hard for us to say what we should not
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let me come closer, I'm not your shadow
With our eyes shielded from the oncoming count
It's not hard for us to say what we should not
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Touch me I'm cold, unable to control
Touch me I'm golden and wild as the wind blows
And tumbling, tumbling, don't go fascination
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
If just for tonight darling, let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
Let's get lost
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That's not what tu want to hear
One is born so one can die
tu must wait a real long time
That's más than tu can bear
And the days will come and go
And the band will march alone
Till the día tu cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
Rolling in on a burning tire
You're gonna set my house on fire
Just to mostrar me that tu were there
flores raised up like a snake
tu will raise to leave me bait
And always, always take
And the days will come and go
And the band will march alone
Till the día tu cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That’s not what tu want to hear
That’s not what tu want to hear
The road is always clear
That's not what tu want to hear
One is born so one can die
tu must wait a real long time
That's más than tu can bear
And the days will come and go
And the band will march alone
Till the día tu cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
Rolling in on a burning tire
You're gonna set my house on fire
Just to mostrar me that tu were there
flores raised up like a snake
tu will raise to leave me bait
And always, always take
And the days will come and go
And the band will march alone
Till the día tu cast a shadow
And it's nothing like your own
The moon is always full for us
The road is always clear
That’s not what tu want to hear
That’s not what tu want to hear
Other lives, always tempted to trade
Will they hate me for all the choices I made
Will they stop when they see me again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your amor I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts now
Tear me down, they can’t take tu out of my thoughts
Under every scar there’s a battle I’ve lost
Will they stop when they see us again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your amor I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your amor I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
Starts now
Will they hate me for all the choices I made
Will they stop when they see me again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your amor I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts now
Tear me down, they can’t take tu out of my thoughts
Under every scar there’s a battle I’ve lost
Will they stop when they see us again
I can’t stop now I know who I am
Now I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your amor I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
I’m all yours, I’m not afraid
And you’re all mine, say what they may
And all your amor I’ll take to the grave
And all my life starts
Starts now
Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
tu amor all sailors
But hate the beach
tu say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
tu breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
tu change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me enredados up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
tu amor all sailors
But hate the beach
tu say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back’s a meadow
Covered in snow
Your thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
tu breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
tu change the station
Turned up the heat
And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me enredados up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
In the dark tu tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violeta hour
Should never think
What’s in your heart
What’s in our home
And so I won’t
And you’ll learn to hate me
Still call me baby
Oh, love
So call me por my name
And save your soul
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
Before nothing can be done
Try to decide when
She’ll lie in the end
Ain’t got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
Tell tu to hold off
Choose to hold on
It’s one thing that I’ve known
Once I put my capa on
Coming out in this all wrong, ooh
She’s standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I’m in love
I’m in love
Girl save your soul, ooh
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
And before nothing can be done
‘Cause without me
tu got it all
So hold on
Without me tu got it all
Hold on
Without me tu got it all
Without me tu got it all
So hold on
Without me tu got it all
So hold on
Without me tu got it all
So hold on
What’s in your heart
What’s in our home
And so I won’t
And you’ll learn to hate me
Still call me baby
Oh, love
So call me por my name
And save your soul
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
Before nothing can be done
Try to decide when
She’ll lie in the end
Ain’t got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
Tell tu to hold off
Choose to hold on
It’s one thing that I’ve known
Once I put my capa on
Coming out in this all wrong, ooh
She’s standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I’m in love
I’m in love
Girl save your soul, ooh
Save your soul
Before you’re too far gone
And before nothing can be done
‘Cause without me
tu got it all
So hold on
Without me tu got it all
Hold on
Without me tu got it all
Without me tu got it all
So hold on
Without me tu got it all
So hold on
Without me tu got it all
So hold on