Chapter 1 Open Window
Her bedroom window is open, and the sounds that I cannot escape surround me in my safe heaven.
My ear buds boom loudly with the escape I hope to find, then the song ends, and Friends by band of skulls comes on; I instantly think of him.
Edward Anthony Mason. My best friend, partner in crime, and my heart holder—even though he didn't know it—yet.
And right now he is with his girlfriend…my neighbor…the one that's having sex with him right now…loud enough for me to hear.
Does this life want me to gorge my heart out? Or does it want me to rip my ears off first in a lame attempt to have peace?
A tear leaks from my twilight blue eyes. He loves her not me—and he is proving that right now. The tears flew from my eyes, and fell onto the cherished love story, Kissed by an Angel, that I held in my hands.
The noises stopped, and I prayed my thanks to God. My cell phone rang with his ringtone: Secondhand Serenade, Why. I hesitated before answering.
"Hello," I sigh into the phone. Wishing that with every breath I took things would get easier.
"Hi Peaches!" That's his nickname for me, since I always blush.
"What's up Edward?" My heart began to beat faster, and my palms began to sweat.
"Do you want to come over to Tanya's house for a party?" He nearly explodes the words from his lips.
A party didn't sound good at all. She would be all over him, and all I would get was a nice little one shot dance. And over top of that I would have to watch them kiss, while all the pieces of my heart shatters. "Oh I don't think so Edward. Not today," he quickly interrupted me.
"Bells! What's wrong? You never pass the chance to party hardy!" He tried to speak in that goofy Transylvanian accent that I loved so much, "Now tell meh Peaches, vhy vont you come dance vif meh?" I could just picture his facial expression as he said the most humorous thing.
I choked in my little convulsive giggles, and tried—but unsuccessfully—to speak calmly, "I can't because it's Friday, and I have homework." Oh yeah way to go with the whole lying thing.
"Hmmm, that was poor lying Peaches. I'm going to have to come over and drag you over here myself."
"No! I'm fine really! I just need to work on my homework. Please Edward," I nearly begged.
"Ha-ha. Nice try. I don't buy it. I'm on my way—right now." The dial tone chose to make its entrance, and my face grew hot with worry.
Damn it! I couldn't pull off saying I was fine when I looked like absolute shit!
My eyes were red and puffy, my hair flying from one spot to another in tangles, and total disarray. My t-shirt drenched with my un-dried tears.
But it was too late; he knocked 3 times on my door then barged in.
"Pea—oh God! What's wrong sweet cheeks? Who hurt you? Who do I have to break in half?" Ha-ha, I wondered how he would take it if I told him "you".
He embraced me in his famous hug, and I wondered once again if his heart had flutters in it like mine did?
He sat us down on my bed and started stroking my hair. I held on tightly to his body, and he hugged me tighter with the tenderness of a teddy bear.
"Tell me what's wrong Bella," he begged, "please."
My brain searched frantically for a good explanation other than the truth. But sadly, my brain could do no better than the truth.
"I—I love you Edward." My eyes closed instantly wishing I could take the words back.
"I love you too Peaches." But he only means it like a sister, if he only knew how much it hurt to know that.
"I take it you're not going to tell me." No I wasn't.
"You're right—I'm not," I smiled slightly into his shoulder.
"Well, I'm not leaving until you say that you're coming to the party tonight." My breath caught in my chest, and he froze.
"You should be careful about what you promise to young girls like me," I joked, but inside I knew it was true.
I got up off of my bed, and began looking into my closet for some possible clothes to wear the party.
He smiled brilliantly, showing his dimples. His bronze swooshed hair shinned in the light, I wanted to run my fingers through it, and mess it all up.
"You win I'm going. But you have to go. I'll meet you at her house," I looked at him sternly; he stood, and bowed to me like a gentleman, "I will await your presence."
He strolled over to me, and hugged me one last time. "Well Peaches, you better be there at 8:00 or I will come and carry you there," he smiled.
My mind actually thought about being late, just so I could be carried over his strong shoulders. I shook the thought from my head and did what all courageous women did; I smiled, and his brow rose in suspicion. I simply shrugged, as if it was nothing, and just like that he walked out of my room, but not out of my heart.