The wonderful world of Twilight was created by the brilliant Stephenie Meyer. She is the owner, not I. I just like to imagine my own stories within her amazingness! Please enjoy! It more than likely is grammer filled, and full of poor spelling... please be kind, i'll try to catch as many mistakes as possible!
Edward's topaz eyes followed the slim figure as she crossed the lunch room. Her tray containing only a juice and apple. Her mind was still frustratingly silent to his own. He blinked.
What was it? Why could he hear every dull and simple thought of the masses surrounding him, but not the one of a person he was curious about? Every day he spent more and more time eavsdropping on the students Bella Swan sat by in class, walked by in the hallways, and bumped into at her locker.
He wondered why her mind was silent. Everyone else wondered why her mouth was.
Again he focused on the longe figure. She sat by herself, as she did everyday. Pulling out a book, she burried herself behind it. Juice unopened. Apple whole and reflecting the florescent lights.
Edward stared continuously at her. He felt a nudge in his ribs, and heard Alice's question before her mouth even opened.
"Nothing." he reassured her.
She wouldn't be forgetting, but she let it go for the moment.
"I won't be telling you later either." he sighed, "I wouldn't think you'd bet against yourself." A smile crept up is lips.
"Just you wait Edward," she smirked, "once you find out all about Bella Swan you'll be running straight to me."
Edward frowned. It was a trick Alice had used before, some game to get him curious. As much as he wanted to know what his sister had seen about Bella Swan, he was willing to wait.
"I'll give you a week." She said playfully, and got up to dump her uneaten food.
Edward's eyes flashed back to Bella. She still sat behind her book, drink and apple untouched. Edward's curiousity burned as the silence of her mind taunted him.
School was out, and Edward's family had opted to run in the park instead of going straight home.
"Let's race!" Alice chimmed gleefully. As they discussed on who would win, classmates emptied the parking lot. Nearly empty, Edward noticed a red truck still parked in the third row.
"Hey," he began, but Alice interrupted.
"We'll race without you Edward."
"...besides, you always win." Jasper finished, clapping him on the shoulder.
Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett left towards the park, heads together and speaking quickly. Sighing, Edward turned back to the school. His nose taking in all the smells, searching for an intoxicating floral scent.
He had entered the art building when he caught a wiff of her. Eyes closing as he drew a deep breath. Like a child seeking fresh baked cookies, he glided down the hall.
Moments later, he stood in front of the music hall door. He scoffed, Forks high school called it a music hall, but in reality it was just another room, slightly larger than a normal classroom. The few extra square feet to allow for an orchestra to squeeze in.
His hand was on the doorknob when he heard it. A sweet, warm tenor voice filling his ears. The door muffled the cello, but he could hear the skill behind the smooth notes.
Silently he entered the room. Bella Swan sat by herself near a care-worn upright piano. She craddled her cello on her shoulder, drawing her bow over the strings. Haunting music echoed in the empty room, its player gently swaying her body with the crescendos and runs. At the sound of a drawn out fermata, Bella closed her eyes, falling into her senses as the note vibrated through her fingers.
In the slight pause, she stopped. Her human senses picking up on a predator. She turned her head and spotted Edward standing by the door.
"Don't stop." Edward said as her eyes widened in surprise, mouth parting in a small 'o'. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
When she continued to just look at him, Edward softly cleared his throat and turned around to leave.
"Wait," he heard her say, although only because of his super sensitive ears. She had barely whispered it. Seeing him stop midmotion, she realized he had heard her. "You don't have to go."
Edward turned slowly. Raising one dark eyebrow he said, "Are you sure?"
"Of course," she spoke more loudly, "I don't mind." Her hand guestured towards the piano bench.
He crossed the room as humanly as possible and gracefully took a seat. Noticing as he did that the piano was covered in sheet music. Some of which looked to be composed of Bella's untidy scrawl.
He looked back at her, noticing she was watching him.
"Please." he guestured. His words seemed to snap her out of a trance. Picking up her bow, she began to play again.
Edward leaned on his hand, gazing at her. Thoughts running a mile a minute. If anything were to be gained, he mused, it was that at least there was one other person in Forks who understood music as he did.
Chapter 1 end.
I normally like to get the whole project done before i put it before my readers... but i have a feeling this might take me a while. I know i wouldn't want to be deprived of such a potential story!!
If you didn't like it so far, well, huge sigh i guess you can click the back button and read a different one! i hope you find one out there you like!! honestly.
Thanks for reading again! Happy reviews and tips on my writing much appreciated!
Jane Pierre
