I don't own Twilight. It belongs to Stephanie Meyer, who imagined up amazing characters like the wonderful Jacob Black and amazing Edward Cullen, and also thought up people like Bella Swan. (ugh.)
The inspiration for this… is well… I'm not sure that I have any. I was just thinking about how everyone keeps telling her that Edward's not 'healthy' for her… and I came up with this :)
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Drug
I stared at Edward.
His perfect eyebrows furrowed, obviously trying to decipher what was going through my mind.
I continued to muse, not blushing like I used to when his intense gaze would fall on me.
'Edward's not healthy for me.' Yes, Edward had told me so on several occasions, Jacob had told me too, and even my father had noticed that, and he doesn't even know what Edward really is!
But, it was at that moment, looking at his perfection I came to that conclusion—I guess you could say it finally sunk in.
Now, instead of looking at Edward's face, I was engrossed in my thoughts, still looking at him, but not truly seeing him.
'Edward's a drug.' I laughed, unable to cover it, thoroughly confusing Edward more, and I could see the agitation in his beautiful topaz eyes. Edward had called me a drug, but compared to him, I was aspirin.
'I fell in love with him so slowly. It started with curiosity…' I remembered seeing his ravishing face in the cafeteria. I felt nothing for him then. Hearing Jessica talk about the Cullens…the feeling of wanting to get to know him… it was curiosity.
'My curiosity escalated…' I got a taste. In Biology, I got my first bit of Edward Cullen. It wasn't good. It was similar to your first puff of a cigarette. You cough and splutter, and it's the most awful feeling imaginable. I still remember the way his obsidian eyes had sparkled with hatred, anger, defeat, pain… it had been all directed at me.
After that one brutal taste, I grew even more curious. Weren't drugs supposed to make people feel good?
'I went in for another taste…' Again, I got a bit of the mysterious Edward Cullen. It was better this time. He wasn't, putting it in simple terms, an asshole. It was pleasant. Talking to Edward Cullen had caught my interest, and I wanted to learn more.
And, after that… I was a regular user. I went back, I always went back. I needed more. I began craving Edward. Like an addict, nothing else seemed important anymore. My life… my everything began revolving around Edward. I couldn't get out, not that I wanted to. When exactly I had become addicted to Edward, I can't recall. But it did happen; otherwise I wouldn't be here, sitting with Edward, our hands intertwined.
When I came to Forks, all Edward had been was a drug. A drug I hadn't started using. He was unimportant.
I laughed out loud. Edward hadn't mattered at one point in my life. I looked at him, seeing his pale skin and thin lips that sat in a straight line and looked up at his topaz eyes that glimmered with annoyance, probably because he couldn't figure out what I was thinking about.
In the beginning, I hadn't needed Edward… even a few months into our relationship, it was wanting… he was my drug.
'My own brand of heroin…' I laughed again, and it seemed that Edward had, had the last straw, "what are you thinking about?" he asked, the interest in his voice was evident.
I opened my mouth to say 'nothing', but changed my mind, seeing him sitting their expectantly, I smiled, laughing again, wondering how I had had any happiness in my life before he came around.
"I'm a druggie." I finally said, and his confusion grew tenfold, and I laughed again, leaning in to kiss him.
'And I never want to get clean.'
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This is my second Twilight fic, and I actually like it a lot.
Your opinions would be greatly appreciated (:
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