I can't Help Falling in Love with You - juicie (chrome ebook reader .TXT) 📗

Age three


I waved to my Mommy. She was sitting with all those other Mommies on a bench next to the playground, always keeping an eye on me, I knew.

I was on my own, baking cookies in the sand, like I always helped my Mommy baking in our kitchen. I like that very much. I already had more finished, than I could count with my fingers and I was looking for Mommy to show her. She always said she was so proud when I showed her things I did.

But there was someone in front of me so I couldn’t see my Mommy. It was a boy. I’ve seen him before, he is always with some other boy and a girl and they only play together. But it looks always so much fun. I never saw anyone else with them, but many had tried. I loved being on my own. I never had to cry because the others were mean to me.

“Hello”, I greeted the boy. I wondered why he was standing there.

He didn’t say anything.

“Would you like some of my cookies?” I asked politely.

That was when he reacted. “I don’t want any of your cookies.”

He pushed me and I fell next to my cookie tray. One inch further and they would have been destroyed.

“They are made of sand and they would taste terrible. You are so stupid to make them!” And he stepped right on my cookies when walking away.

I was close to tears. Why was this boy so mean to me?

I ran off to my Mommy. Surely she saw everything and would make this boy cry as well.

“Honey Baby what happened?” she wanted to know, when I arrived at her bench.

“That… that b-boy, h-he was say-say-saying…” I couldn’t say another word, tears were streaming down my face.

“What did he say, Honey?”

“H-he… and, and…”

Mommy pulled me into her arms and stroked my back softly. I loved it when she did that. It always made me feel so save.

“He said I was stupid and my cookies would not taste and then he stepped on them”, I said in a rush.

Mommy chuckled quietly. “Honey Baby, do you know why he did that?”

I shook my head no.

“Because he likes you”, Mommy said. “But he is only a boy and that is why he doesn’t know how to act around you.”


Age seven


I wore my nicest dress. It was my birthday and Mommy and Daddy promised me that I would have the nicest party of all the parties the other kids had over the year. We were celebrating in my backyard and I had invited all the kids in my class and some others, as well. This would be the best birthday ever. I would get so many presents that I wouldn’t be able to count them all and everyone would forever and always remember the biggest party in town. Everybody had accepted their invitation.

“Ok Honey Baby, it’s time for your big entry. All the guests are here and waiting for the birthday girl”, Mommy said.

She went to open the glass door to the backyard, but I stopped her. “Mommy, you can’t call me ‘Honey Baby’ anymore. I’m seven today, I’m a big girl, now.”

She laughed gently, not believing me. “That’s ok, then, Bella. Now, get out there. And make sure to say hello to all of your guests.”

So I did. I went outside and was stunned. Never had there been so many people in our yard, never had I seen so many. And they all were here for me.

I stepped down the porch and went to the first people, I saw, said ‘Hi’ and went on. Mommy had said I had to greet everyone. I took a longer break at the gift table. It was so full! And then I went to the other side, where more guests were I hadn’t greeted, yet, and where also was the table with all those cakes, cookies and Muffins Mommy had made especially for today.

“Hi”, I said to the group of one girl and two boys next to the table. “Thank you for coming to my party!”

“We are so happy you invited us”, said the girl. “This is really a great party!”

“And the cakes are awesome”, said the bigger of the two boys. “I already had some of three different ones. They are nearly as good as the ones my Mom makes.”

“Thank you”, I said. “My Mommy made them. She spent so many hours in the kitchen to make them taste good.”

I turned to the second boy to see if he had anything to say. About him, I was not sure if I was happy that he came. Where he was, there was always trouble included.

“Yea, well, Happy Birthday, Bella”, he said.

“Thank you, Edward”, I replied, happy that for once he seemed to be sincere.

I walked on. But before I could do more than two steps, my foot got stuck in something and I fell down into the grass. It hadn’t rained the day before, neither this day, but the earth was still wet and my beautiful dress very dirty.

“Are you ok?” the girl wanted to know.

I didn’t answer, but just ran inside to wait for my Mommy to comfort me. I knew what my foot got stuck on. His foot!

“Honey B- I’m sorry, Bella, are you ok? What happened?”

“Edward made me trip over his foot and I fell and now my dress is all dirty”, I cried.

“Oh, Sweety, I’m sorry. Come on, let’s get you changed.” She helped me out of the dress and into a new one. “And now you better stay away from that boy.”

“Why does he do that?”

“Maybe he was jealous at all the boys that were looking at you in that beautiful dress”, Mommy said.


Age twelve


Nervously I ran my hand through my school bag. Where was my homework? I knew I had done it and I was sure I had it packed yesterday evening. I did control it in the morning. I was even sure I checked it before the break.

It was the most important homework of the year. Well, it was for me. The task was to write a poem about something meaningful that happened on our life. I had always loved poetry and so every evening for one week I sat on my bed and trying to find perfect rhymes, always with a picture of my mother in front of me. She was gone nearly three years, now, and I wanted to write the poem about my feelings over the last few days she was with us.

The poem held so much of my feelings… and now it was gone! Could I really have lost it?

“Looking for this, Swan?” I heard a voice from the other end of the room.

I looked up, even though I already should have known who it was and that this person was holding exactly that meaningful sheet of paper I was looking for. “Give it back”, I demanded.

“Now, tell me why I should do that!” He laughed and his friends next to him snickered as well. “I didn’t think you had it in you”, He said, taking a look on the sheet. “This is really deep stuff. I guess, I’m going to have to keep it. I had no time to do the homework. I mean I’m a boy, why should I write poetry? So thanks for all the work you put into my homework, Swan.”

I stood up. “Give it back, Cullen!” I tried to sound threatening.

He seemed amused by my poor try. “And what will you do if I don’t?”

“I… I…” I couldn’t think of anything.

“That’s what I thought.” He went to his seat. “You know, if I were you, Swan, I’d quickly start writing a new poem. Miss Bell will be here any minute and you wouldn’t want to end up having nothing, would you?”

I felt like crying, but I didn’t want to seem so weak. I wasn’t strong enough to take my poem back, but I wouldn’t show my tears to him. So I just turned, sat back on my chair and quickly started writing the first things that came into my mind. It wouldn’t be close as good as the one he stole from me, but at least I wouldn’t get an F for having nothing.

It wasn’t until I was back home that my tears started running. And there was no one there to comfort me. No Mom to tell me that he was only doing this, because he was a boy and had no other way of showing me how much he liked me.


Age fourteen


I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I sat in a booth in the town’s diner and was waiting for my secret admirer. He wrote me a letter while school the day before and threw it in my locker. I only found it this morning and it said he wanted to meet me at seven tonight. And here I was, I wore my only skirt and a new shirt and waited. It was five to seven.

My Dad I told I was going to meet Angela at her house. I could never tell my Dad that I was going to meet a boy. He was very protective of me, ever since my Mom died.

Angela was the only girl I ever met outside of school. It was only sometimes, because she had other friends and they didn’t want to hang around with me. But that was fine.

At seven, when the door opened, I nearly jumped. But there were only a bunch of kids from the school coming in. One of them, of course, Edward Cullen. The boy that made my life hell ever since I first met him. That boy my Mom always used to tell me that he secretly liked me, because of all those things he did to me. I stopped believing this when she died. There was no way that someone like Edward Cullen could like someone like me. Not only because of the way he treated me, but overall. There just was no chance.

And also there was no chance that I would ever like him! Not only has he been mean to me every time we were in the same room, but also was he arrogant and his self-esteem was way too big for his head. So, no, there was no chance in hell that I would ever feel anything but dislike or even hatred for him. At least that was what I told myself.

He and his group came to stand right in front of my table. “Swan, you’re sitting at our table!” he announced.

“There is no reservation sign, from what I can tell”, I replied.

“There is no need for that because everybody knows that this is our table. And since you don’t know it, you must be, well…” He appeared to be thinking. “…a nobody!”

I swallowed hard as not to show him, how much his words affected me. “I’m Sorry, but this was the only free table when I entered and I don’t see why I