hopeless romantic

Love your one shots btw

i think about human carlesme meeting as teenagers a lot tbh like imagine him moving in across the street or some shit

“Can I stay?”

Carlisle sighed softly, reaching out to pick a leaf from her hair. A number of them had gotten stuck in her unruly curls when she climbed up the tree situated next to his bedroom window. “My dad...”

“You always leave before him in the mornings.” Esme pointed out. “You can wake me and I’ll go before he even wakes.”

Carlisle hesitated— he didn’t want her to go, he never did, but he couldn’t imagine how angry his father would be if he found out that a girl had slept over.

“Please?” She reached out to take his hand. “I don’t want to go home.”

“I don’t want you to go home.” He admitted, tugging her closer to lay down on his tiny twin bed.

She kicked her shoes off and shrugged out of the old sweater she’d thrown over her nightdress before settling down beside him, her head resting on his pillow too.

Carlisle couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help the racing of his heart either. He loved her terribly despite never having the courage to admit it.

“Hi.” She whispered.

He could feel the blush creeping up his cheeks as she shifted closer to him. He reached blindly for the blanket and pulled it up to their shoulders, making sure it was settled over her just right.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t respond; instead, he lifted a hand to her hair, tucking some curls back behind her ear.

He froze when her hand pressed down over his, her fingers carefully plucking his hand from her hair and bringing it to her lips. He held his breath when she kissed his palm.

“Thank you for letting me stay.” She murmured.

“You don’t have to thank me. I don’t like it when you leave, anyway. I just end up missing you.”

She smiled. “I miss you too.”

Esme, using the hand she still held in hers, guided him to lay his arm over her. For just a second, he was frozen watching her press closer until their chests where touching and her knees bumped against his. Eventually he relaxed his arm, resting it against her back before playing with the strands of her hair he felt there.

He watched her eyes slip closed, the way, even i her sleep, she seemed to watch to be closer to him. After what he assumed was an inappropriate amount of time, he stopped watching her sleep and closed his own eyes.

Esme laughed, a big joyful thing, as she watched Carlisle eye the lake with disgust. “Oh, come on.”

Carlisle huffed. “Esme, the bacteria...”

She rolled her eyes and reached out for his hand. She laced their fingers together and tugged him forward until he was standing ankle deep in the lake beside her.

Carlisle groaned, trying not to gag at the feel of the slimy rocks beneath his feet.

“It’s not so bad.” Esme told him, still holding his hand in both of hers.

“It is.”

“Can you just try it? For me?”

Carlisle’s eyes met hers and then he sighed. “We don’t have swim clothes...”

“It’s so hot today that our clothes will dry on the walk home.”

“What will our parents say?”

She couldn’t help but laugh, a sad little thing. “Mine won’t be surprised and your dad...well, you can just blame me. He already hates me.”

Carlisle couldn’t even argue with that. His strict, traditionalist of a father was not fond of the rambunctious farm girl who lived down the street.

“Tell him you pushed me in?” Carlisle said, his lips quirking.

Esme laughed, dropping one of her hands from his to gather some water in her palm. She flicked it at him, splashing the sun-warmed water onto his shirt. “Yeah, tell him that.”

Carlisle took a deep breath and then nodded. “Okay. I’ll swim with you.”

She smiled excitedly, reaching out to hug him around his waist. “Oh, yay! This is going to be so much fun! I’ll show you the rope swing!”

Carlisle Cullen (23) Esme Anne Platt Cullen (26)