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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 15:17:57 GMT -5
After they got their food they walked towards the theater. "Dracula - 2:15 PM" It read across the sign. Bella groaned, "Charlie! No! Not this again!" She laughed, Charlie did too. Last time they went to see this, she got sick.
Charlie was trying to think smart, 'I think Bella should sit with Edward, but, I want to watch them, then again...' The clerk held out his hand for their tickets. charlie handed them over, and pushing the children into the theater.
"Let's sit here." Bella suggested, walking into the row mid-way up. Charlie shook his head, "I'm going to sit up here," He pointed to the top row, "You guys can sit here."
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 15:31:40 GMT -5
Edward took a seat quietly , nodding at her father in thanks . Latching his palm to the same armrest he had before , he vasted over the screen . Here we go again . " You just moved , right ? " He concluded , fidgeting his own form against the back of the seat. Of course she was new . Why else would she be here . What a stupid thing to say . - And for such a smart person , he knew it himself . " I mean , to your father ' s . We all know Mr. Swan , already . " At this point , he still hadn't looked at her . His eyes were still plastered across the blank screen - studying his own reaction to her presence. After a while , he shifted to look at her . The same , dark eyes loomed over her frame , and he raised his eyebrows. Almost as if , he was expecting the same response. As if , he just knew .
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 15:36:31 GMT -5
Bella nodded, playing with a fly away from her ponytail. "I used to live in Phoenix, I loved it there." She nodded, "I was born here though. My mom broke up with my dad when I was four months old." She sounded so boring. Why couldn't so be fun or tan, like girls from Phoenix should be. Instead, she was a pale girl, with dark brown hair, who trips a lot, and couldn't play sports even if she tried. "What about you?" She looked over at him the same time he looked at her.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 15:46:39 GMT -5
Edward shrugged silently , watching the movie was it began. The same , familiar organ music , ringing his ears once more . " I'm from Chicago . " He stopped there . It was true - he was from Chicago . 106 years ago . But still , from Chicago . A once bright, shining boy , with sandy blonde hair . Attractive , smart . A hit with the ladies - in the day and age that it was rude for a teenage girl to show her neck and ankles. A day and age , where girls flirted with their fans.
Believe it or not , there was a point in time, when Edward was all of the above . Not a .. Monster. He liked a girl , he worked at Cuthbert's convienice for 10 cents an hour . 1918 . A time of change and revolution . He couldn't exactly tell her that now , could he ?
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 13, 2009 15:51:17 GMT -5
Bella nodded slowly, she guessed now that the movie was starting, he wouldn't want to talk, so she turned her attention the screen.
Charlie watched Edward and his daughter. There wasn't anything wrong with this boy, the Cullens never give him any trouble. But, there was something about this kid. He always seemed so alone, compared to the rest of his family, they were all happily together.
Bella couldn't stand sitting beside him without looking at his face. The whole time she was looking at him in the corner of her eye. It had only been ten minutes, but, she didn't give two shits.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 13, 2009 20:06:38 GMT -5
Right now , Edward would've found his mind reading useful , now . On occasion , he'd glance over , and catch the corner of her eye . She was looking at him . But - what was he doing ? He didn't think there was anything wrong , was there ? His grip on the armrest tightened . Again , his mind , began to race . He missed how calm he felt , when Japer's touch was reassuring him . One of Edward's biggest fears , was having no control . As it felt and seemed - when with Bella , for what he knew . He had no control , what so ever. He felt more a human then he ever had - all of his power failing in her presence . A feeling he had not forgotten , but missed . Edward was not always a monster . He was regular , and some point in time . Normal - like said before . He would never be normal again .
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 14, 2009 9:19:07 GMT -5
Bella felt Edward tense beside her. Was he not feeling good, did the movie give him chills? He didn't look like the kind of guy who'd be scared of Dracula. She looked at him, she thought she saw his hand covering his nose/mouth. It was too dark to tell. She snuck a sniff of her hair. It smelled like her favorite shampoo, some kind of Strawberry scent.
"Edward, are you feeling alright?" She whispered, looking at him.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 14, 2009 9:40:57 GMT -5
Edward nodded almost instantly, letting go of the armrest, altogether . Forcing his palms into his lap , his darkened optics trickled across the screen. Taking in the same , black and white picture . " Yes . I am . Are you ? " Glancing over at her , his eyebrows arose. What an odd boy - you'd think. So nervous , in the presence of a girl. Though only he now knew - that she wasn't just a girl. She was a girl - with the most desirable blood , in all of forks . She was sat right here, plopped down beside Edward, in an absent haze . Balling his palms into fists , he glanced back at the film , swallowing hard . Girls.
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 14, 2009 9:44:34 GMT -5
"Kind of." Bella lied. "I'm going to go get some air, you should come too." She stood up, and stepped over Edward's legs. She almost sprinted down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. She reached the exit doors. And leaned against the wall, waiting rto see if Edward was coming or not.
Charlie watched his daughter leave. Did Edward hurt her? If he did, he was going to kick Edward's...he turned his attention to the movie. It was his favorite part.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 14, 2009 9:50:26 GMT -5
Quietly, Edward got up from his chair, trailing after the lovely scented girl . Shoving his hands into his pockets, and fidgeting slightly in his shoes , he glanced over her . " Don't you like movies ? " He questioned, scrunching his nose in responce to his own suggestion. Humans usually adored those kinds of things . He had even grown fond of them - though. " Did I make you uncomfortable ? " Again - the thick, dark eyes drenched her in glare . Edward was attractive , yes . But absently morbid , in his own will.
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 14, 2009 9:59:09 GMT -5
"They're OK." Bella laughed, "Reading is more...comforting to me." She looked at him, her hands in her back pockets.
As soon as she heard him ask that, she put her palms out in front of her body, "No!" She shouted loudly, drawing attention, then she quieted some, "Forks is uncomfortable to me, I don't like the rain, wet, and or cold."
She looked at the ceiling, it had stopped raining, she thought.
"Do I make you uncomfortable?"
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 14, 2009 10:11:46 GMT -5
Edward shook his head at her, his eyes gaining in size as she yelled. " No, No . You don't . " A small smile grew, as he shifted his look toward her , back and forth. What anyone else would call a check out , I ' d suppose . And here was Edward, doing the exact same thing - as any other teenage boy would have. A normality ? For once. Fishing his thin phone from his pocket, he flipped it open.
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 14, 2009 10:16:14 GMT -5
Bella blushed, and looked at her feet. She ignored his ringing phone, but, then she realized- he had a phone. She was definitely giving him her number. Being a teenager was great, right? She stood there, blushing, looking at her feet, and listening to his angelic voice.
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Post by edward cullen , on Apr 14, 2009 18:59:29 GMT -5
After a moment or so of quiet chatter , Edward flicked the phone cover shut . " I have to go . " He commented , his voice a littler over a mutter - at most . Turning his back in an instant , he trailed off towards the exit doors, and hoisted himself out . My , my . What an awkward young man , with no ability to say farewell . You ' d think , 106 years of saying goodbye , to everything he'd known and loved - would've been enough practice . Scattering himself onto the sidewalk , he turned slightly to glance back at the comforting shape of Bella . He ' d see her again , he knew he ' d have to . As it were , he couldn't keep away .
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Post by isabella { R O S E S ' } on Apr 14, 2009 19:07:04 GMT -5
Bella looked up, "WAIT. Edward." She ran after him, and grabbed his hand, in her right hand was a pen. She wrote her cell number on his hand. "Call me sometime, I want yo ask you something." She smiled, and waved, before walking back into the movie theater and sitting where Edward had sat before. She still felt his presence. It made her felt..safe? Was that right word? She still couldn't believe she had built up the courage to do that. The smile was still on her face, and it would be there for awhile.
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