I love cliches. They're so adorable.
I was sitting at the lunch table, just sitting there, by myself. I needed some time to think. I couldn't get him out of my head. His eyes, his smile, his laugh… I lost myself in the daydreams.
"Ugh, life hates me." Edward Masen flung himself down into the chair across from me, scrunching up his face. I ripped myself from my thoughts and laughed – because I could. Edward was my best friend. I was allowed to laugh at his misery, just as he did with mine.
"It hates me too," I said, smiling. "We can be outlaws together."
Edward grinned at me. "Sounds good, as long as you're with me."
My stomach fluttered. I bit my lip.
"Nice shirt, by the way." Edward nodded towards me. "Looks great on you."
I didn't know if he was being sarcastic or not. It was my shirt from a Jack Johnson concert I went to with Edward and my other friend Alice Brandon. I folded my arms across myself self-consciously for a moment, but then I decided that I was too hungry to do that, so therefore I needed my hands to eat.
"So anyway," I said, taking a bite of pizza, "what is it this time? What did Little Miss Mystery do to you?"
"She didn't do anything to me."
"Uh-huh." I rolled my eyes. "Edward, who is she? Why won't you tell me?"
"Because you'll laugh at me."
I snorted. "As if. I'll probably only tell you she's not good enough for you."
"Oh?" said Edward, raising his eyebrows. "And how would you describe someone who is good enough for me, Bella?"
"Is that really an issue?" I said, blushing. "So, moving along, why does life hate you?" I picked at my food to keep from looking Edward in the eyes.
"I just like this girl so much!" he groaned in frustration. I looked up in time to see him run a hand through his already messy copper hair.
"Then tell her, Edward! It's not hard!"
"But what do I say?"
"Um, how about 'hello'?"
"Bella, I talk to her every day. Saying 'hello' isn't going to change much."
"Oh." I looked back down at my food.
"I don't know what to do. Life just hates me." I saw Edward's hand flash under my vision and steal a French fry.
"Hey!" I said in protest, but laughing all the same. "If you wanted French fries you should have bought your own!"
"I'm not hungry," Edward said, chewing the food theatrically. I rolled my eyes.
He was serious again. "She'll never like me."
"Don't say that, Edward! You're amazing!"
Edward smiled. "I just want her to know how I feel…"
"Two words: Tell. Her."
"I'm nervous! Bella, I can't just flat-out ask her to marry me! Because that's honestly what may come out of my mouth!"
I raised my hands above my head in mock surrender. "Whoa there. You've got to wait a year. It's illegal to be seventeen and married."
Edward stuck his tongue out at me. We were so mature.
"She won't like me."
I sighed. "And how do you know that, Gloomy Gus?"
"I can just tell, Little Debbie."
I smiled at the use of our old middle school nicknames.
"Just tell her, Edward. Tell her how much you like her."
"I tell her that pretty much every day."
My forehead creased. "What?" I hoped I had heard him wrong.
"I am always with this girl. I love her. Honestly, I do. She's like my best friend."
I gaped at him teasingly. "I thought I was your best friend!" I picked up an French fry and chucked it at his head. Edward caught it easily in his mouth. I scowled playfully at him and he beamed innocently back.
"But I know how you feel, Edward," I said after a moment. "I have the same problem you do. He'll never like me either."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Edward, "back up. Who do you like?"
"Just some boy. You know how these things go." I waved my hand passively.
He didn't press it. "Ugh. She doesn't like me, I know it!"
"She does."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"Well, look at the facts. You're attractive, funny, easy going, smart, talented, and not to mention, an excellent best friend." I smiled as I watched his face light up at my praise. "What kind of joker wouldn't like you?"
"You."
I was shocked. I said nothing at all as my thoughts scrambled around in my head, and the constant babble of the cafeteria resounded against the brick walls.
"You're wrong," I murmured after a moment. "I love you."
"I love you, too," said Edward simply. And that was that.
I had to look away from his face before I kissed the life out of him. "So, are you going to talk to her or not?"
"I just did," said Edward, and he leaned across the table to soundlessly kiss my lips.
cute right? sorry I didn't sent this to the amazingly awesome Leah, my Beta. she has enough to worry about, and this isn't really anything important.
I hope to make this a bunch of cute little cliche stories. If you've got any good ones I could make into a Twilight fic (short, please) just post it in a review or PM me or something.
it's not written the greatest, but you get the general point. so review. or die.
