Hi All, this is my second attempt at posting any of my writing, so I hope you enjoy it. It was originally written as a way to keep my best friend from going crazy while she did Chemistry homework...the things we do for those we love :] Enjoy.
Oo-btw...Although you will find that the characters names won't come up often, I don't own them, k?
Once upon a time there lived a great guy, but funny story, this beautiful girl, Bella- who was smart, but a little scared because she came from a yellow castle with a giant king who always put her down- came and looked at him. As she did so he appeared to her differently, as if she saw him through different eyes. He suddenly turned from a regular guy with a knack for making her laugh into a sparkling beauty who could pull her up even on her worst day. Yet, somehow, she never thought he could look at her that way too, because everything she believed told her that she wasn't worth it. That she would not match up to any other girl the guy had ever been with. Even when everyone else told her that he looked at her as if all he wanted to do was make her happy, she could still not bring herself to hope. She could not risk the pain. So she would go back to the castle every night, and sit and wonder and dream.
Once upon a time, there lived an ordinary guy named Edward. But, funny story, he ran into a girl one day-no, not just a girl. A Princess. At least, that is how he saw her. When he discovered that she was even at his own school, he thought that he would die with happiness. He had always liked girls- as anyone could tell you- and he thought that she seemed like she would make a…very good friend... So day after day, he waited. Biding his time, he patiently waited for the perfect opportunity to get to know her. Eventually, talking to her here, and learning about her there, the pieces began to fall together as she slowly worked her way into his mind. However, although they were friends, there was always the "what ifs" in the back of his mind.
Work.
The hours from hell. Assisting the Red Cross in taking blood was never something he particularly enjoyed. Because of this, he finally made a decision- he, an ordinary guy- would ask her to come with him. Perhaps finally silencing the voices in his mind. After a soft rebuttal, however, he finally succumbed to the pessimistic attitude encompassing his mind, crumpled to the chair, and wondered "what's the point?" deciding just then that "just friends" they would stay.
But, as with anything, the passage of time either softens or intensifies passion and emotion. Not so abruptly his eye began to again turn in her direction, and the scent of her hair when she turned to speak to him enveloped his senses more that he would ever admit.
Once again he laughed longer and spoke louder. He started to care about how he presented himself. He went to the library more than ever- even checking out several books on chivalry. By this time the passage of one year had turned into the next.
There it is-the beginning, at least. Let me know what you think! Its a short chapter, but more to come.
~A
