I just watched Twilight for the first time four days ago. I fell in love with Dr. Carlisle Cullen, (during that ridiculous scene where the vampires are playing baseball together). I won't pretend like I know anything about the Twilight books. All I've seen is the first movie. I just recently discovered the whole fanfiction scene, so bear with me. This was just something I wrote after I watched the movie. It's about Bella watching the baseball game and noticing Carlisle for the first time.
She Watches Him
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She watches him. He doesn't know it.
He may have really good senses but he can't sense her eyes following him everywhere he goes.
He turns his head and he almost sees her staring, but she looks away, just in time.
The rest of his teenage sons and daughters are wild and rowdy, enjoying their game of baseball, being competitive with each other. But he is fascinatingly calm. His enjoyment comes from seeing others enjoying themselves. It's like an unselfish trademark of his.
He's amazing, really. How he seems so at peace with the world. He's got to have been through a lot in his past, but he's in an okay place right now. He lives in the moment.
He's wise. She can tell from his eyes. His eyes are just a little bit more golden than the rest of his family's. They are full of kindness and compassion—she can feel it even if he just stares at her for one second. He has a power about him that makes her want to listen to every word he says, and watch every single little thing that he does.
He is very blonde—blonder than should be possible, actually. His hair is not as neat as it was when she first met him. He looks younger than he did when she first saw him in the emergency room. He looks almost as young as the rest of his "children". He isn't trying to impress anyone out here. He's just being himself.
Like all the others on the field, he is fully covered from shoulders to feet. Light gray with pinstripes, and that scarf that never left his neck. There is a tiny place at the top of his shirt where the skin of his neck is showing. She keeps wanting to touch it.
But, he looks so untouchable to her. She knows that she can reach out and press her hand against his arm, if she really wanted to, that he won't disappear. But she knows she can never touch him the way she really wants to. She can't pat him on the shoulder like they're close friends. She can't run up to him and hug him like he's her daddy. She probably can't even brush elbows with him without feeling guilty about it.
So all she can really do is watch him.
And he'll never even have to know it.
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Sorry if it sucks. I'm not a great writer, but I still like to do it. I'm in the process of reading other writer's stories and seeing what good writing looks like. If you have constructive criticism to give me, that's cool too.
Thanks.
Jypssy