The final bell rang, and students poured out of the classrooms. Lucas and Rosalie walked side by side, their hands linked, neither willing to let go. Their steps fell into an effortless rhythm—so natural.
When they reached the parking lot, Rosalie spotted her family by their cars and walked towards them with Lucas. She slipped her keys from her pocket and handed them to Lisa with a small smile.
"Take mine today," she said simply. "I'll go with Lucas in his car."
Lisa's brows lifted in surprise. Rosalie never let anyone drive her car. But with a knowing smirk, Lisa accepted the keys.
"Rosalie, enjoy your date," Alice teased, giving a playful wink. Rosalie only smiled faintly before glancing at Lucas.
"Enjoy your first date, buddy," Emmett grinned, giving Lucas a solid pat on the shoulder. Jasper followed with a quiet nod. "Yeah. Take care of my sister."
Lucas returned the nod with a small smile and exchange few words with them before steering Rosalie toward his car.
When they stopped in front of it, he smirked softly. "Looks like I'm your chauffeur now, my Rose." His voice carried a sweetness that made the words linger in the air for a long time.
Rosalie shot him a playful glance, the corner of her lips lifting. "No complaints here." She didn't say it aloud, but his choice of words—"my Rose"—echoed warmly in her chest.
Their closeness didn't go unnoticed. Eyes lingered on them, whispers spread, and even Bella stared in quiet surprise at their interlocked hands and there expression when they looked at each other.
Lucas opened the passenger door with a quiet flourish. Rosalie slipped in gracefully feeling touched by his gesture, her hand brushing against his. The brief touch left warmth blossoming across her skin, her golden eyes glowing with a soft anticipation. Lucas's smile widened as he circled around, sliding into the driver's seat. The Aston Martin roared to life, drawing stares from students—but for Lucas and Rosalie, the outside world had already faded.
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As the car rolled onto the open road, Lucas glanced at her with a crooked smile tugging at his lips."Rose… this is my first date. I don't exactly know what a perfect one should be. So if I mess something up, you'll have to tell me." His tone was light, yet there was pride hidden in the honesty.
Rosalie tilted her head toward him, her lips curving softly. "It doesn't matter if you make mistakes. What matters is… you're with me." Her eyes shone with quiet affection as she held his gaze.
He looked back to the road, though the smile on his face deepened. "Then I'll always be with you," he said gently, the words carrying a promise.
Her chest tightened at his words as she know he meant it. She doesn't want anything and didn't expect much from her partner, she just want her partner to be with her forever and always love her.
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The next hour they found them wandering through a small boutique outside of town. Lucas watched with amused wonder as Rosalie tried on sunglasses, then a scarf, then a sleek leather jacket.
"What do you think?" she asked, striking a mock pose in the mirror.
Lucas leaned against the wall, lips curving into a smile as he looked at her. "Honestly? You'd make anything look good. Even if it were a paper bag."
Rosalie rolled her eyes, but her bitten lip betrayed the flutter in her chest. He wasn't just flattering her—his words were filled with sincerity.
In return, she picked out a dark scarf and gently wrapped it around his neck. "This suits you. And it'll help you keep the bitches away." Her voice soft but sharpened as she cast a deadly glare at the cluster of girls who had been eyeing Lucas.
Lucas chuckled, meeting her gaze. "Then I'll wear it every day." he said softly while his gaze shifted, meeting the stares of the boys who had been sneaking looks at Rosalie—his glare equally unyielding.
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After shopping, they left the bustle of town behind. Lucas guided the car along winding mountain roads, the car's engine purred, but the real hum was the quiet rhythm between them—the glances, the brushes of hands, the comfortable silence.
Eventually, they reached a cliffside, Before them stretched an endless sea of forest—dark green pines rolling toward the horizon, a silver river cutting through the trees like a vein of light. The sun was nowhere to be seen, hidden high above by a thick blanket of gray clouds. Only the faintest glow filtered through, painting the sky in soft golden glow.
The air was cool and damp, carrying the scent of moss and rain-soaked earth. Wisps of mist clung to the treetops, drifting lazily as if the forest itself were breathing.
Rosalie stood near the edge, her pale skin glowing faintly in the clouded light, her golden hair catching what little brightness escaped the sky. Beside her, Lucas's hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes fixed not on the view, but on her.
"This place is beautiful," she whispered while looking back at him with a lots of love in her eyes.
Lucas walked up beside her, his voice low. "So are you and now you are glowing making you even more beautiful."as he said with a smile while know that vampire in this world glowed like disco balls in the sunlight, but reality is different or he like her, so that she is looking beautiful while she is glowing.
Rosalie turned, her golden eyes shimmering. Normally, she'd dismiss such words as empty flattery, but from him, they pierced straight through. "In the sun, we don't burn or felt discomfort," she admitted softly, a faint smile touching her lips. "We… glow."
She reached for his hand, threading her fingers through his. They stood together in silence looking at each other, while gazing across the horizon until her voice broke the quiet.
"You make me feel… like I belong in this world," Rosalie said, her voice barely above a whisper with trembling words.
Lucas squeezed her hand gently. "You do. And with me, you always will."said while looking at her.
Their eyes met, and time seemed to pause. Slowly, Rosalie leaned in, her forehead resting against his, feeling his warmth.
"Don't let me go," she whispered while closing her eyes.
"I won't," he promised as he also closed his eyes only feeling her through his forehead and hands.
The clouds deepened, shadows crept across the forest—but between Lucas and Rosalie, there was only light.
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