[Twilight] Bright sunshine

"Are you sure you're okay?" I looked at Edward suspiciously, trying to see if there was a lie hidden under his calm surface.He has been hiding things from me recently, which has greatly reduced his credit.

"Yes, so you don't have to run to Charlie's house to stay up late, Claire." Edward relaxed his overly serious expression, he wanted to convince me, but the anxiety didn't go away from his brow at all, which made him look a little Not credible.

Almost a month after that incident, nothing happened to Bella, and the strange vampire never appeared again.And Edward told me that the crisis was resolved in the fastest time, but I was worried, even if I lay on my own bed, I would toss and turn nervously and couldn't fall asleep.The Volturi nightmare frequently woke me up in the middle of the night, and the cold sweat on my forehead could freeze.

They wouldn't have discovered this little episode, and the Volturi wasn't the real God, so how could they know that there was a vampire on Fox's side that was almost exposed.But Edward's bad mood affected me. Even if he told me that the vampire that appeared that night was just a wanderer, and that he would not harm anyone if he left Forks, that kind of coincidence couldn't convince me completely.

It made me frequently show up at Charlie's house in the middle of the night just to get a glimpse of Bella and make sure she was still asleep and not dead.

Charlie thought my post-traumatic disorder had reappeared, and he condoned my abnormal behavior, fearing that I would run away from home again out of nowhere.Bella finally caught me. She wanted to be alone with me since the incident with Edward. She blocked me in the bathroom door. She didn't say anything, but she wanted to thank Edward for saving her.Of course I can see that she very much hopes that I can share some secrets with her. I am afraid that she will suffer disaster because of guessing too many things, so I have to talk about him, not daring to reveal a word.

Obviously Bella was very disappointed by my attitude, but I still had the audacity to roll around her.I can't imagine what would happen to Charlie if something happened to her, the consequences give me the creeps.

Staying up late made my temper a bit repetitive, and I would definitely have panda eyes when I looked in the mirror in the morning. This made me apply hot towels to my eyes every day, and I lost a few kilograms in less than a month.Seeing me messing around like this, the first one who went crazy was not my relatives but Rick. I don’t know how he found out. I never told him about my situation. I was afraid that Bella would be killed by a vampire. Facts can't be the reason for my aboveboard sleepwalking at all.

When I ran to Charlie's house late at night in the rain for the Nth time, Rick appeared, and he appeared outside Charlie's house like a ghost.I have no doubt that if I hadn't left Bella and gone back to my own bed, he would have killed someone.

I promised him I would sleep well and he believed it.As a result, the next night I couldn't control my feet and ran over again. When I appeared in Charlie's house, within 3 minutes, Rick's car was parked outside the house.

I reassured him that this was the last time, and he was dubious.

Then, I continued to crawl to Charlie's house in the middle of the night.Even Charlie thinks it's better for me to move in directly with him, but with only two bedrooms, I can't drive Charlie to sleep on the sofa, and it's even more inappropriate to occupy Bella's bed.

Later, Rick came directly to kick the door. He wished he could strangle me to death. His face was so fierce that Charlie drew his gun and thought he had encountered a robber.

"It's terrible." It's just violent.I muttered to myself with lingering fear.

"You should have a good night's sleep. I'll be watching over Bella." Edward looked at the clock on my wall. Tonight, he was here to convince me, a severe patient with persecution delusions and obsessive-compulsive disorder, not to Run out in the middle of the night.

"I will, Edward." My condition may be worse than Bella's, and I have been very insecure recently, and my insomnia is very serious. The less rest I have, the more suspicious my brain becomes.Sometimes I don’t know what I’m afraid of. Maybe it was Edward who scared me that rainy night. I’ve never seen him so helpless. He must not know how contagious the despair when he came to ask for my help.

Edward is not angry at my insincerity, my nervousness is not formed in a day or two, and recently I have slowly returned to normal.He looked at me quietly for a while, as if waiting for something, and I followed him silently.

The lighting in the living room gave people a warm illusion. Edward and I were not embarrassed by not talking. Many times, the two of us seemed to have turned into old rocks, looking at ourselves in a daze.Or I'd think of some music, beautiful notes playing over and over in my head, and Edward's silence would prove that I wasn't out of tune or sounded unbearably bad.I recommend a lot of music to him in this way, whether it is in the [-]s or [-]s, or even some classic songs in the past two years.Otherwise, with his personality, he would rather cling to classical music than listen to fresh hits.

Soon the person he was waiting for came, Edward quickly turned his head and looked out the window, it was dark, it was still raining tonight, and it was not easy to find a sunny day in Forks.It was the sound of a car approaching, the wheels splashed countless raindrops, it was Rick's car.

"He's really punctual." Edward stood up, with one hand in his coat pocket uncomfortably, and he muttered dissatisfiedly.

"If Charlie finds out, no, he'd better never find out. None of you tell the truth, I don't want to be in bed tomorrow, and the whole town knows..." I tried to pretend to be generous, but in the end I had a look on my face With a wry smile, he couldn't even complete his sentence.

"It doesn't matter at all, as long as you take safety measures, this experience is also one of your rites of passage." Edward doesn't need me to speak completely, even if I don't say anything, he can answer clearly. "And you can also breathe a sigh of relief, whether it's Bella or that Rick, it's safe."

I ran to see Bella, and Rick came to see me, and it was like a connected thread, and they were both safe and sound so that I could sleep soundly in the middle of the night.

Though I've always wondered how Rick knew I'd run out in the middle of the night.

"We didn't do anything." I immediately clarified that I had heard the sound of the car coming to a complete stop, followed by the endless sound of rain in the dark night.

"Read books, listen to music, drink milk, chat, count sheep with you who is insomnia, and he also teaches you how to draw. You do a lot of things." Edward whispered, he turned and walked to the kitchen, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even brighter. Like some kind of weird taunt. "You won't lose money if you keep this kind of man at home overnight." Before I could get angry, his figure had disappeared. I only heard the sound of the kitchen door being opened and closed briefly. Edward said to leave Walk.

Could it be that this guy who is always inconsistent with yin and yang can't be more mature in his adolescence?

I immediately ran to the gate, opened the door, and the moist water vapor rushed towards me, and a kind of cold-like breath surrounded me.I looked up and saw his cold and serious face, there was no smile on his morbidly white face, he looked through me to the living room, he seemed to know that I had a guest just now, the corners of his mouth were pursed down in displeasure, forming a A sense of scrutiny that is quite stressful.

"Hi, Rick." I greeted a little awkwardly, and stepped aside to let him in.I never knew I was entertaining a guy late night and on top of that he basically stayed overnight.Although he is my boyfriend, it still has a certain impact on my inherent concept, but I can't drive him away.

"What time are you going to get up tonight, huh?" Rick asked with lowered eyes and raised eyebrows, his fingers habitually touched his sleeve, even though it was clean.

"No, really." In addition to convincing Edward, I also have to convince Rick that if he comes over at night for a long time, sooner or later it will be difficult to hide it.The thought of Charlie knowing I let him spend the night, and how many nights it was, put an end to this horrible imagining, and I pray he doesn't know.

"Of course, under my guard, it is impossible for you to sleepwalk again." He pouted sinisterly, emphatically emphasizing the word sleepwalking, and then walked directly into the living room familiarly.

The living room, which was quite vacant for me, seemed particularly crowded because of his arrival.This is not a crowded space, but a very oppressive suffocation similar to the aura.I closed the door and saw that he was already sitting on the sofa. For some reason, he squinted sharply at the seat next to the sofa, which was where Edward was sitting just now.

Did he find something?

"Rick?" I called him strangely. The longer he stayed with me, the more I felt that there were various problems with him. Sometimes he was so furry that I felt that this man didn't live on the earth before.

I will try my best to accept his various problems, this is a girlfriend's...responsibility.

He immediately returned to his senses, the blankness in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and he didn't say anything.Then he smiled, looked friendly, and I could recite the next sentence, and he said, "It's time, you should go to bed."

I'm actually not sleepy at all, but unfortunately the needle of time has already pointed to the correct sleep time. I thought about it and tried to convince him. "I promise I won't run out in the middle of the night, and you need to rest too." I cleaned out one bedroom, God knows how hard it took me to clean up the room next to me upstairs, and I knew he didn't even touch the bed.Of course, he also sleeps, lying directly on the chair, without any quilt and closing his eyes to sleep.

I suspect he is picky about where he sleeps, the bed is not soft enough?The quilt is not a famous brand?Or does he not like the purple lamp I keep next to my bed?

"No, I don't need it. You are the one who needs this kind of rest the most. I don't want to see you rampage outside with your eyes closed. And your cousin, she gets your attention so much that it makes people jealous ’” he said, looking at me sternly, without any transition from a friendly smile to a disapproving sneer.

"Give me some time, I promise to go to bed." I said guiltyly, many times he could crush me to death, and I had the illusion that he was my father.

"I expect you to wake up and climb the window in the middle of the night. I have many ways to make it clear to you that this kind of behavior is wrong, Claire." Rick whispered softly. Something thin and gloomy.

It sounds like a different kind of threat, well, I have to treat him with care, like my most cherished china, and he is more delicate and beautiful than porcelain.

"But you can't be too tired because you are with me, I will worry." I tried my best to get rid of my inaction and silent temperament. I must have not succeeded in practicing generosity and enthusiasm, but I tried to be more frank, no one Know how hard this endeavor is for me.This is not making friends. The problem of my depression is more difficult to get rid of than imagined.

"I'm glad you still think of me when you're worried about your cousin." He couldn't help but curl his mouth up with joy at first, but in the next second, he changed his mood immediately, from sunny to cloudy, the weather is changeable in this season.

How to refute this is actually very important.But Rick probably doesn't like me putting him in the same position as everyone else.Boyfriend and relatives, I actually don't know who is more important, so I just let this issue go to hell.I went to the kitchen and got him a glass of cold water. I found that he looked disgusted when he saw any drink, and of course he didn't like water either.But at least he's going to have something to drink, he must be seriously picky eater.But with a skin disease like mine, he is also particular about his diet, and he has to avoid many foods, so I never force him to eat anything.

Rick didn't know, I was actually really worried, and the Cullens kept reassuring him that his hysteria stopped.And he has never wondered why Edward can push the car with one hand, which makes me feel at ease that this matter will not involve him.

More importantly, I always have an inexplicable feeling that he is actually very strong, and he can protect himself well.Unlike Bella, who never worried me about his death, I was terrified by her fragility.

I put the water on the table in front of him and saw him sullen again as I wished.

"It won't bite you, don't you never drink water?" I said indifferently, it was just a joke.

"Tap water." He looked disgusted.

"It's cold boiled water." Although many people drink tap water directly, and I have a water filter installed in the faucet, I still get used to boiling water more often.

He still looked disgusted, probably in his eyes, boiling water is also tap water.I turn a blind eye to this, if I indulge him in everything, sooner or later I will be exhausted by him.

I ignored him and hurried upstairs, Edward's visit was too long for me to take a shower.I silently convinced myself in my heart that the sound insulation effect of the bathroom door is not bad, Rick must not be able to hear anything, if Edward is there, I will only be more embarrassed, the hearing of vampires is not comparable to that of humans.

I pulled out the teddy bear pajamas, it wasn't sexy at all, but it was thick, but the bear ears on the hood looked childish.I put it on without being fussy, and put the hat around, basically revealing my face from the beginning to the end, which made me look unfeminine, but it was conservative enough. In front of Rick, I tried my best to be conservative.

Occasionally I would dream of throwing him down, but that was only occasionally, and I didn't have the guts to take the initiative at all.The biggest progress is that I dare to hold his hand, and gently pull his glove, a hand that is cold and has a strong desire for cleanliness.

When I was in school, if I took the initiative to hold his hand, I would be shy and bow my head uncontrollably, not daring to look at him easily.

I have no foundation at all. Men probably like women who are passionate. I guess I am just a pile of wet firewood that doesn't light up. A man would be choked and retreat three feet away.He hasn't started to dislike me yet, he just dislikes my cold boiled water.

I walked slowly to the stairs, looked down, and there was no one on the sofa.After a few minutes of hesitation on the landing, I returned to my room, and he was already sitting on the chair next to my bed.Since the first day he showed up in my bedroom, I gave up the bad habit of not making the quilt, and even before his second visit, I cleaned my room.I put back all the books, CDs, and clothes that I threw around randomly. Now my wardrobe is as neat as a store shelf, and my bookcase is as clean and orderly as it is cool.

Being single always develops the habit of looking lazy. He made me hardworking and tidy again.

I suspect that he poured out the glass of water, of course I will not question this kind of question.He saw me appear, completely ignoring my kid's bear pajamas, with a few CDs in his hand.They are all piano pieces to help sleep. He doesn’t let me listen to loud pop music at night... In fact, there are many soft pop music, but they can’t overcome his prejudice and contempt for this kind of music. Sure, he doesn't like pop or country at all.

As for rock music, he hated it even more.

Under the oppression of his eyes, I consciously climbed onto the bed, pulled the neatly folded quilt away, got in again, lay flat, grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands, and covered myself up, finally only two eyes were exposed look at him.

I was actually very nervous, so nervous that my toes were bent up hard, and my breathing was heavy and slow.Even if it wasn't his first time, I still get uneasy when I'm alone with him, especially in my bedroom.

The insomnia in the first half of the month was because he was worried about Bella and his safety, but in the second half of the month it was simply because of his existence.

Rick finally chose a film that looked more pleasing to the eye, it was Annie's Wonderland, I didn't collect Bandari's music, he brought these.

Gentle and melodious melody intertwined with the sound of rain, gentle and clean Alpine music.I like this feeling very much, and I realized later that it was not serious classical music, but country-style music that he didn't like.

My tension eased, and I slowly smiled to this soft melody.

"If you like, I will take you to Switzerland in the future." He said casually, reached out and touched the bear ears on my hat, the skin on the wrist under the cuff was fair and delicate.

My breathing began to rush again, and I reached out my hand through the quilt hesitantly to grab the edge of his sleeve.Very light, very light, just like the notes of this piece of music accidentally dropped into the lake, so harmless and innocent.

"We... we have a plan, Rick." I looked at him, his voice so faint it was barely audible.

His hands stiffened obviously, but he didn't move or move away, just letting me grab his cuff.My fingertips are so close to his skin, so close.

I know he is also nervous, he may not be used to being touched by others, I have a wish to hug him without scaring him.

He is a small animal with high vigilance, and sometimes I am afraid that I will scare him away.

"What plan?" He was a little confused and didn't understand my topic.

"Family plan." Grabbing the quilt with one hand, I wanted to hide myself deeper, and the heat began to surge on my cheeks. "We can go through high school together, and if you want to go to Harvard, I'll try to catch up with you."

I will work hard and I hope his life will be better because of me.We met when I was not perfect.After meeting, how I wish I was perfect.

"You don't need to think about these issues." He still couldn't quite understand what I wanted to say. Maybe in his eyes, what school to go to was just a trivial issue not worth mentioning.

"You are too lazy, even a genius can't be so indifferent." I seriously emphasized that this is a major event in life, not something casual. "We have to start our own plan. If we go to the best university, our future development will be better. I plan to...get married at the age of 25."

This is the best age in a woman's life, when the flowers bloom to the extreme, without being green, and when she can start to learn elegance.

His confusion slowly faded away, and his whole body became stiff, making one wonder if he forgot to breathe and turned into a statue.

"Would you like to marry me?" My voice almost merged with the music, I was so serious that I almost forgot to be shy, and my heart was about to ache because I was too hard.

In fact, this topic is still too early. It may be that the music tonight is too gentle and the rainy night is too quiet. I suddenly remembered that if we want to walk together in life, then we should prepare earlier.

Plan your studies and future, go to the auditorium together at the right time, and hold your hand.Give birth to a child, give him the best education, let him fly, and then we will grow old together.

Rick's silence was so long, his expression was blank, as if digesting my words.Then he looked at me suspiciously again, and I looked at him with two eyes. We looked at each other, as if we had just met for the first time today, so fresh and exciting.

"If it's not a joke." His voice was strangely hoarse, so unusual for his already thin voice. "I won't allow this to be a joke, Claire." There was a terrifying murderous look in his eyes, but the next second he was melted by some kind of gentleness, like the white snow on the top of the Alps, blooming spring flowers. "You used up all my patience, I will wait for you to grow up, you will be my forever love, wife."

He promised in a low voice, without a trace of hesitation, and a joyful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he had been waiting for my consent for a long time.

I think it's great that he didn't say no, it's my first relationship and I don't know what the normal relationship process looks like.I'm just following my heart and I like him, that's an understatement.I may never meet a man who makes my heart move so much in the future, and I don't even care how many weird problems he has, as long as he is always sitting by my side is enough.

I thought, this is what I want.

Maybe there will be many troubles in the future, such as not allowing him to spend money lavishly all the time, even if he wants to travel, he must make a plan.One day in the future, with the advancement of medicine, both his and I can be cured, and then we can walk into the sun together. That is a scene that I yearn for.

I smiled at him, felt his hand take mine, and knew he would take the glove off one day.

Anne's Wonderland has been looping singles, pure and empty.I found myself unable to sleep at all, even knowing he was waiting for me to sleep.If I don't sleep, he will follow me.

Maybe it's because I think this kind of time is too precious, and I don't want to let sleep spend it.

In the middle of the night, we didn't actually fall asleep. He would tell me stories, which were bizarre and dreamy, suitable for falling asleep.Or he will let me climb on the rocking chair in the study to listen to music and read books, and he will read with me.Sometimes it was so quiet that I could hear his inadvertent breathing.Moreover, his sketch skills are very good. We sat together in the living room and drew still lifes. He could draw realistic photographic renderings at the speed of sketching. He is so good.

Of course, there are also many times, like now, I have been looking at him, lying on the bed without saying a word.He also casually kept me silent, as if I was by his side and didn't care what happened to me, unless my insomnia affected my health.

"Rick, the school has a spring dance next week, and it's a dance where the girls choose their boyfriend." I suddenly remembered the recent activities that have made the school lively. In fact, I have never been to any dances, because no boys will invite me.Moreover, my body has a poor grasp of the rhythm of the dance, which may be due to the Swan family's unique inheritance of imbalanced sense of balance.

"Are you inviting me?" He took my hand carefully, as if worried that his gloves would hurt my skin.

I immediately lifted the quilt, sat on the bed with a correct attitude, and said solemnly: "Mr. Rick Doyle, I invite you to be Claire Miller's prom partner. You can choose to accept it or you will definitely accept it."

He was amused by me and couldn't help laughing out loud.I have never seen him so relaxed and natural. Many times I always feel that this man's anxiety is so serious.

"No need to invite, the place next to me is always yours." He lowered his head gracefully and sincerely, and left a kiss on the bear ear on my hat. This kiss seemed to stay in the air and on my heart.

"I am a partner who can't dance." This is a huge shortcoming, and I try to open up with him, want to tell him that I am not perfect.

I don't cook well, I can't dance, and my math grades have never been very good. Even though American math courses are easier to learn than in my previous life, the strange thing is that my grades are still not good.I'm still too introverted, not tactful enough, I might hurt others, and I always fail in many things, even if I prepare seriously.

I am very ordinary, a small grain of sand that is too ordinary to be found among the crowd.

"As long as you don't like it, you don't need to know it." His patience was surprisingly good, without the usual rush of eagerness.No matter what request I have, he looks confident that he can solve it.

But his suggestions are often unreliable. Love requires two people to work together. If you love him, you must seriously improve for him.I hope that when I am 25 years old, I will be perfect enough to make him not regret meeting me, and he will feel happy because he fell in love with me.

"Can you teach me how to dance?" I asked softly, leaning forward, wanting to get closer to him.

"It's a big project, if you want to teach you." His critical eyes are looking at the idiot, is he mocking my motor nerves?

I don't think I should think about my blushing tonight, so I coughed awkwardly and muttered, "Family inheritance."

As soon as I finished speaking, I was lifted by the hand he held, and I was pulled out of the bed by this force. He pulled me closer, and our hands were tightly held.

"Follow me, you don't need to remember the movements, just follow me." His voice was so gentle that it was close to a sigh, and Bandari's music was soothing and light around us.

The rainy night in Fox outside the window, the deep sound of the forest, accompanies all those who have not yet fallen asleep.

He accompanies me in this room that is not wide enough, slowly stepping on out of tune dance steps, with his hands on my waist, I giggled ticklishly.Sometimes I stepped on his feet, he made me step on it more on purpose, to show me how clumsy you are, and only he can stand me.

The rain never stopped, and Anne's dreams repeated the cycle.I danced with him in my childish bear pajamas, moving my slow and stupid steps.

It was a beautiful night, like Anne's dream, falling into my arms.

"Rick."

"kindness?"

"It's good to meet you."