your walking back from school, (your eighteen) and your boyfriend Edward is outside your house, leaning on the large pillar in front of your door, watching your every movement. He pushes himself off the pillar and walks to you, gently kissing your cheek. Edward’s rich, he has fluffy light brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin, a muscular body, 6’5, attractive and clearly the one for you. He spoils you in any way possible, even if he’s 19.

Edward “I’ve missed you, my love.”

you smile by his words, he then cups your cheek. He tilts your head to the side, showing an expensive black McClarren parked in your driveway. He opens up your hand and rests the keys on your palm.

Edward “for you, my love. All for you.”