Watching him, watch her, watch the other him ~Twilove~
I watched him, watching her watch him. Only it was HIM that she watched. It was him, the boy with brown hair and tan skin. Sometimes I wish I didn’t live across the street from Bella Swan. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so observant, or maybe that boys didn’t feel the need to stalk their love interests so openly. I could see he was engrossed, so I took the opportunity. I got off my porch, dove into the rain, and opened his car door. I got in before he could protest. It was freezing inside the Volvo, but I tried to ignore it.
“Dude, drive.” I told him. And for the first time in my life, someone listened to my suggestions immediately. That’s when I decided Edward Cullen and I were going to have a long and glorious friendship.
“Do I know you?” he asked casually as we drove down the road.
“We go to the same school. I realize that I’m nearly invisible but you must at least recognize me as a background ornament. There are not that many people in Forks. The name is Dixon, Cullen.” I said while I absentmindedly sucked on the left corner of my lip.
“Why are you in my car.” He said in the same casual air, but I could hear the contempt in his voice.
“I saw you watching her.” I told him honestly. I think he was a little embarrassed because he looked out the window at the grey landscape.
“I can’t help it.” The tenderness in his voice startled me. I had always thought of the Cullen’s as ice cold.
“You just need some help forgetting.” I said and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “I swear to God that was not a come one.”
“Then what was it Dixon?” I fought the urge to laugh.
“This is not the worlds most depressing country song. I was making a suggestion. Are you busy? Would you like to go do something?” I hated to see people sad. I hated to see them watching love from the sidelines. But most of all, I hated for people not to take my advice.
“My schedule has been rather clear lately. What did you have in mind?”
“Its raining.” he pointed out with a smile.
“I’m not sugar, I won’t melt.” His eyebrow shot up.
“You’ll get sick.” Another statement.
“Somehow, with all these modern advances, I think I’ll live. Just trust me.” He looked taken aback. Like that sentence was foreign to his ears. But he drove to a nice trail, and we walked through the rain, and grey-green canopy. My shoes sank into the mud, and every other step I had to pull myself out of the suction.
“So, why don’t you tell me about this Bella situation.” A look of mortal wounds appeared on his face. “You were thinking about her anyway.”
“Bella is the love of my life. I left, which I never should have done. But I did it for her own good. And when I came back, she was happily snuggled up with that mutt.” I laughed at him.
“Do you want to love someone who doesn’t love you back?” I used a tree to pull myself out of the mud.
“No. And I am letting her go. Its going to take time.” He sighed and held out a hand to help pull me out of the mud because there were no trees in reach of my short arms.
Not decided on the many love possibilities to pick from.
Any input would be nice.
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