Isabella Swan. I was completely obsessed with her. Every thought in every second of my slow sunny day was dedicated to her. Did she like flowers? What was her favorite color? Did she have a boyfriend in Phoenix? More importantly, what did she think of me? The way I stayed away from her and others, my alabaster skin, my freezing touch, the longing that echoed in my eyes when I stared at her. Sighing, I stared up at the sky as I lay on the forest floor.

I was in my meadow, relaxing. I ran my hand across the grass slowly imagining strocking Bella's smooth chocolate hair. I sighed again with longing. When would I get up the courage to tell her how I felt? Damn! I rolled over and buried my face in the grass, smelling the dirt before I stood and raced to sit in Bella's room.

Everything in her room smelt of her. It radiated her scent like an air freshener. If only there was a way to capture this scent and keep it forever. I let a smile snake across my face as I moved towards the dresser, pulling open a drawer and extracting a shirt. I pressed it to my face slowly and inhaled the scent deeply. I stood there for what felt like hours until I heard the doorknob turn. I dashed across the room and hid under the bed, the short clenched in my fist. Bella walked towards her bed, letting her bag fall and hit the floor. The springs bowed on slightly as she sat and removed her boots.

"What a day..."

She sighed, standing to go to her window. She leaned outand inhaled the fresh air deeply like the air in her room was stagent. I smiled inwardly. If only she knew I was here. Moments later she threw herself across her bed with headphones blaring muic in her ears. That would do her no good in the future. Listening to music over 110 decibels could cause damage to the inner ear. MY thought waves were snapped to pieces when I heard her delicate voice sing along to the words I knew all too well as Linkin Park. I smiled even more when her heart rate slowed to a lethargic pace: She had fallen asleep. I crawled out from beneath her reasting place and stared down at her when I stood. A pillow was across her face and the music still blared. I wondered how she could sleep with it playing. I moved the pillow and brushed my lips across her,

"Sweet dreams, Isabella Swan."

She sighed in her sleep but moved not. I smiled, gently covered her face with the pillow and disappeared out the window. The sun was disappeared behind the clouds that billowed over from the ocean. I smirked. It was time to head home.