Thirteen

When I finally woke that next morning I only had half an hour to get ready, but Edward was still there. He looked at me with great curiosity on his face as I pulled back to take in the scene. "What?" I laughed lightly and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"Your dreams, do you have that one frequently?" He sat up and stared at me as I pulled myself from my bed and attempted to stretch my leg that was nearly healed. "It's so vivid but it was almost like I couldn't see all of it."

"Yeah... I've had it a couple times, it's not always exactly the same but the concept of it usually is." I shrugged my shoulders and made my way over to my dresser, pulling out a black strappy tank top, a pair of ripped jeans, and a gray plaid button up. "Now turn around, I don't care if you have been alive 100 years and seen a million titties, mine will not join the list today." He looked at me with amusement, and I waved him to turn around. Slowly he plopped his face into my pillow where he laughed with his arms