Geekward Shuffle Challenge
Pen Name: headoverheels4HP
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Song Title: Talk by Coldplay
Story Title: Talk
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I own nothing your recognize, it all belongs to the beautiful and talented S. Myer
Summary: Silent Edward Cullen could count the number of times he talks in one month on one hand. Its not that he doesn't know how, he just has no need. When he runs into the hauntingly beautiful Bella Swan he begins to talk, and now he doesn't know how to stop.
It was in my spot when I first saw her.
Yes, my spot in the back shadowy corner of the sooty coffee shop as I watch people come and go like the tide, my roughened paper back book laid forgotten in favor of people watching.
She came in the doors with a gust of silver wintery wind, her hair blowing like some crap-tastic teen movie. She was beautiful.
Peaches and cream skin, a warm dark blue sweater hugged her gentle curves and showcased her swanlike neck.
Miles of leg, tiny delicate feet incased in worn in Chuck Taylors. Could she get any hotter? Yes, apparently she could.
Dark hair fell in gentle waves to the curve of her lower back, framing her soft heart shaped face. She had wide chocolate eyes and long eyelashes almost brushing the tops of her eyebrows.
But it wasn't until she smiled that I was a goner.
She was beauty in every sense of the word.
I pushed my heavy black rimmed glasses up as they slipped down my nose; I had eyes only for the beauty. I needed to see her better, I needed more.
I stood up just as a busboy was coming around to clean tables. He knocked into my back and we both fell in a clatter to the worn wooden floor. The entire shop turned to stare, but her eyes were like lightning to my every nerve ending.
I blushed beet red, and in a flash I had grabbed my book and was rushing into the winter air of Seattle.
I guess I'm going to have to find a new spot.
"Edward Anthony Cullen, get out of your damn bed right now!"
I groaned rolling over and pulling my covers further over my body, acting as a shield between my twin sister and I.
"Get in the shower and put some something on for Christ's sake, I've got to take you somewhere, you're going to become a hermit pretty soon." She said ripping the toasty covers violently from my body.
I snarl at her before rolling out of bed and grabbing a towel on the way to the shower. When I was finished I could tell Alice was still here, she was making a racket in my kitchen. I stumbled into the bathroom, pushing my glasses back on so I could see.
I was blind as a bat without glasses.
I pulled on a wrinkled plaid button down and some old dark jeans, my trusty Chucks and my tired leather jacket.
"God Edward, could you look more homeless? Even when I buy you clothes you don't wear them!" Alice whined stomping her Jimmy Choo clad foot.
I merely shrugged trying to find something quick to eat before she dragged me somewhere.
As quiet as I was Alice made up for it ten-fold.
She never shut up.
"Hurry up, I won't wait on you!" she threatened.
I knew she'd wait.
I grabbed a breakfast bar as she physically began to push me out the door.
"My friends are waiting, you'd better be glad I even include you, mom and dad make me."
I knew that was a lie, we understand each other. It's a twin thing.
She talked the entire way to where ever we were going as I listened and crunched on my bar.
She pulled us down the streets of Seattle until we finally arrived at a small little health bar, I scrunched my nose at the trendy looking store/restaurant.
"Stop complaining Edward, it's where all the celebrities come when they are in Seattle." Alice said opening the door and hurrying in out of the cold. I followed her in my typical slouchy gait; I'd always been tall and gangly.
That combined with the no talking thing kinda made me the target of a couple jokes throughout high school. College was a blur of classes and girls who liked the silent types. I honestly don't remember much. Now I'm a freelance website designer who lives alone with his black cat, Widget.
Yeah, I'm a geek. I like it that way, I don't like talking and I really don't like many people I meet.
Alice was pushing through the packed tables to one near the back where the usual gang was sitting and laughing…plus one.
I'm so screwed.
Beauty was sitting next to Alice's boyfriend Jasper laughing a wondrous laugh at a joke Emmett just told.
Life hates me.
I slumped into my seat giving everyone a small wave in acknowledgement. They've known me long enough to understand I don't say much, if anything.
"Bella this is my twin brother Edward don't mind him, he doesn't talk much…or at all really," Alice said smiling at Bella.
Bella, her name means beautiful.
Perfect.
"Oh hello Edward," she said in a soft low voice, I smiled tightly back.
The group laughed and talked as I sat and tore my napkin into tiny pieces the entire time.
Alice's best friend Rosalie began to fuss at me for doing it as her boyfriend began to turn it into instant confetti. I snorted and rolled my eyes.
They were ridiculous, but some of the few people I actually liked.
Later, as we were leaving I was lagging at the back of the group as usual when I noticed that beautiful Bella wasn't in front of me with the others.
"So… you don't talk much do you?" she said from beside me, her musical voice sweet in my ears. I shook my head no.
"Why not?"
I shrugged.
"Oh,"
We walked in silence just content to be together in the cold air.
I glanced down at her; she was short only coming up to the top of my chest. She seemed to be somewhere else; her eyes were unfocused as she chewed absentmindedly on her lip.
Suddenly I looked up to see a bicyclist hit a patch of ice and swerve coming out of control towards a zoned out Bella.
Without thinking I grabbed her tiny body and pulled her against me, the biker missing her completely. She was warm in my arms as she looked up at me with wide confused eyes.
"Thanks," she breathed her warm breath puffing against me. She smelled sweet, and for the first time in my life I wanted, no, needed to kiss this girl.
Sure, I've been with a woman before, that's what college was for. But I never have felt this distinct need to be with someone; to hold them forever, to kiss them, to love someone.
I nodded at her and let her go surrendering her to the babbling tones of mine and her worried friends. I slipped away unnoticed, these feelings towards beautiful Bella were foreign to me and I needed to think.
I walked around Seattle for a long time, watching my breath puff into little clouds and disappear like smoke. No matter how much I accessed my feelings I couldn't figure out what it was about beautiful Bella that had me so worked up. Sure she was beautiful but I'd met beautiful girls, she was different.
I had managed to make it back to my apartment building, and as I stared up at it I thought that maybe a drive would help clear my head.
I made my way to the parking garage across the street, fishing my keys out of my deep pockets and unlocking my old Volvo.
I drive a grandma car. Thanks mom and dad, the richest couple in the small town of Forks, Washington.
My drive started through some back roads, and then I needed speed so I made it to the highway and eventually I was seeing signs for Forks and I thought, what the heck.
Why not?
I pulled up in the driveway of my childhood home around twilight and my mom rushed out of the house, phone to her ear.
"Yes Alice, he's here. Yeah he's fine. Okay talk to you later. Bye."
She pulled me into a bone crushing hug, "Oh Lord Edward, are you trying to give us all heart attacks!? You disappear without telling anyone anything? Not that that's new…oh but I'm so glad you came for a visit. Come inside, its freezing out here and I'll whip you up something for dinner."
I think my sister gets her talkativeness from our mother. Just a guess though.
As I sat down at my dining room table as I had a million other times, my thoughts still wouldn't clear themselves. I still had no idea what it was about Bella that made me so…crazy.
My mother set down a bowl of steaming chili in front of me, before sitting across from me with a knowing smile.
"Whose the girl?" she asked eyebrows raised.
I widened my eyes in horror. How could she know, I haven't said anything.
"A mother knows these things darling, how long have you been seeing each other?" she asked with a soft smile.
I shook my head sadly.
"She doesn't know?" Esme Cullen was one of the most brilliant women I've ever met, and she honestly couldn't figure out why I couldn't tell a girl I liked her.
"Edward you're not mute! You just don't like to talk." She stated plainly.
I rolled my eyes, no one understands.
"I don't even think you understand. Edward honey, it's time you open up to someone. You're such a handsome boy." She said with a soft smile.
I raised my eyebrows disbelievingly, picking at my threadbare shirt and ratty jeans.
"You choose to look like that, and honestly the style suits you as much as I hate to say it," she turned her nose up at my worn shoes. I gave her a small smile, pushing up my glasses.
"Edward go back to Seattle tomorrow, everything will work itself out I promise. Just because you can't figure out this one equation doesn't mean you're losing your touch. Anyway no one has ever figured out the equation of love." She flipped her caramel colored hair prettily before ushering me up the stairs and into my childhood bedroom.
The darkness wrapped me in a blanket and I fell asleep easily, dark eyes haunting my dreams.
When I got home the next day I wasn't in my apartment five minutes before someone was knocking on the door. Probably Alice.
I yanked open the door in huff, only to find Bella on my doorstep.
She smiled brightly up at me before pushing past my shocked form into my apartment.
"I didn't get to thank you yesterday about saving me," she said staring up at me her wide eyes dragging me in.
I broke the trance and shrugged. No big deal.
"It really was sweet of you." She whispered coming closer to me, I could feel the heat coming off of her little body.
I just stared at her, she was so perfect.
I was nothing next to her.
"Edward?" she asked somehow getting ever closer to me.
I cocked my head, yes?
"Would you kiss me?" she asked biting her lip, arousal like I've never experienced tore through my body and before I knew it I had taken her face in my hands and was pressing our lips together.
She sighed against my mouth and she felt so right pressed up against me.
She was backing me up to the wall, her mouth coming at me more heated and she was so perfect. Unexpectedly my foot caught on the edge of the couch and I tripped backwards, I fell on my back her coming down on top of me.
Slowly I felt the blush tear into me until I realized that she was laughing loudly into my chest. Soon I was laughing also as we lay intertwined on my living room floor.
She stopped abruptly and looked down at me seriously. "You have a beautiful laugh."
I rolled us over with a growl and kissed her over and over until she was panting under me, our bodies pressed against each other in the most spectacular way.
She pressed her little sweet tongue into my mouth and when we pulled apart I sighed against her neck, before saying, "beautiful Bella."
She gasped pulling my face up to look her in the eyes.
"You have the sexiest voice I've ever heard." She slipped her fingers under my plaid shirt, running her hot little hands across my taunt muscles as I stroked the soft skin below her shirt.
And we kissed, and kissed, and I could stay forever just kissing her; feeling her smooth skin under my fingertips.
When the sun began to set beneath the Seattle skyline I looked as her face was bathed in the golden sunset and I said softly, "I like you."
Then we kissed.
She is my beautiful Bella, and this is our spot.