Watching him, watch her, watch the other him ~Twilove~

Created by angel13420 on Thursday, September 30, 2010

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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?”
“Hiking.”
“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
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Not decided on the many love possibilities to pick from.

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