Author's Notes: I read Twilight.
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer, all that crap.
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Observations
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When Edward Cullen first sets foot into Forks High School, girls are dying and boys are cursing at the appearance of competition.
When Edward Cullen first steps into homeroom class, a spiky-haired blond young man with innocent blue eyes leans from the desk in front of him and speaks to him with his baby-face upside-down.
"I'm Mike Newton, and I think your hair looks like shit."
Edward is faintly amused.
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During lunch time, Mike Newton slides into the seat beside Edward, and the rest of the Cullens stare at him like he's the plague. Mike only smiles, and talks to Edward about things like classes, and cute girls, and how much homework did they give us it's just our first day; and then when the rest of the Cullens leave Mike huffs and places his index finger on Edward's lips.
"They're too red," he says, and then the bell rings and he's picking up his backpack and heading out the cafeteria.
Edward follows him.
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P.E. class ensues, and Edward is lucky that he's in the same class as young Mike. The boy is skilled in volleyball, and Edward doesn't even have to move because of his uncanny abilities. The rest of the team is at a loss at the blond-haired blur – and Mike is grinning when he drinks his bottle of water after the game, sitting on the bench beside Edward. The vampire, of course, is wary about their distance, not sure whether Mike would notice the lack of body heat emanating from him, and then Mike is suddenly looking into his eyes and Edward is intrigued again.
"Your eyes look disgusting when they're topaz. They'd look better green."
This time, Mike doesn't stop talking after that statement, and he continues blabbing about how Edward's shit-colored hair would look better on him if his lips weren't so damn red, and his eyes weren't colored like his grandfather's toenails. Edward only chuckles, and when the P.E. instructor tells them to shower, Mike and Edward head to the locker room together.
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After showering, Mike and Edward are the only ones left, and when Mike closes his locker his back is suddenly pressed against it – and Edward Cullen's lips are pressing hard against Mike Newton's, and the younger of the two is so shocked that his sweet blue eyes close only when his mind registers the entire thing.
Mike's shirt is half-lifted, and Edward's fingers run across his stomach, tempted by the warm skin. He pulls back at sees Mike's struggling not to laugh, and he cocks an eyebrow upward because the boy has such strange reactions.
"What's wrong?" Edward finally asks, velvety soft voice sounding like some sort of angelic harmony. Mike finally laughs, rests the back of his head against the lockers, shirt raised to show his stomach, Edward's hands on his slender hips. The spiky-haired blond stops after a few moments, and he slides from out of Edward's grasp, picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. Edward is confused.
"You gave me another reason to hang out with you, Edward," Mike says, as though the kiss had never occurred. Edward stares at him, and waits for the reason.
"Your body's so cold!"
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When Edward Cullen first steps foot into Forks High School, girls are dying and boys are cursing at the appearance of competition.
Mike Newton only finds an opportunity to observe.
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Author's Notes: I read Twilight, and am reading New Moon.
Cheers.