Ordinary Day
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the Twilight characters sigh If only, if only ;)
"I'm heading out Alice! Catch up with you later!" my voice strained as I yelled up the stairs to my roommate. I heard a muffled sound of approval as I went back downstairs to grab my things-my gym shoes, phone, and last but not least, my camera. Usually a Literature Major such as myself would not own a 400 camera, but Alice had surprised me with it as a gift when she heard of my next assignment. We were in the poetry unit, and along with writing a poem, we had to provide visuals (and no, I had a feeling clip art wasn't going to cut it this time). Hopefully this outing would provide me with something. Bringing myself back to the present, I hurried out of the house-Jasper should be arriving any minute to see Alice. As I went outside, I stopped and looked at my truck. Yes, I still had the old truck Charlie had given me when I arrived in Forks my junior year of high school. I could never bring myself to get rid of that truck. It had served as a faithful friend over the years, towing me around the small city and beyond at a solid 45 miles per hour. I shook my head, slid into the familiar worn seat and made my way to the park.
It wasn't a long drive to the Chatham City Park-a short 15 minutes was all it took from the apartment complex. I had come here often to relax during my study breaks, or on a good day, take a run. I pulled into the nearest space and hopped out of my truck-it was absolutely gorgeous outside. The sun shared the sky with white, puffy clouds, and a warm breeze swept by ever so often. "It's a good day for some picture takin'!" I said to myself, smiling slightly at my enthusiasm. I walked into the park entrance with my gym shoes on and my camera in tow- I needed pictures of lots and lots of people. As I walked deeper and deeper into the park, I found that I indeed had made a good choice in coming. There were loads of people enjoying the springtime weather. I walked around and quietly snapped a few shots- one of a family picnic, another of a dog walker that had one dog too many. That one made me smile. I circled back around the park, strolling along the park path, my long brown hair slicked back into a ponytail brushing against my back. I made my way to a large open space and that's when I saw him-a bronzed-hair Adonis lying in the grass. More perfect that any supermodel, he had his hands gently resting behind his head and his eyes were closed and he soaked up the sun's warm rays. The look on his face was that of serenity and peace. I slowly brought the camera up to my face to quickly snap a picture, my sweaty palms gripping tight. As I looked through the camera lenses, I noticed him sit up abruptly. He was staring right at me. 'Oh my gosh! What the heck do I do now?! He probably thinks I'm some sort of crazed weirdo!' I felt a sudden heat rise in my cheeks as I put the camera down and bashfully looked away. I quickly glanced back to see his face pulled into a lopsided grin. I looked up to see piercing green eyes staring back at me. "Can I help you miss?" his voice like smooth velvet, humor hidden in the undertones of his words. "Uh, well… I'm not sure exactly what you can DO for me, " I stammered. I was really starting to blush then. "But, I was taking pictures for a poetry assignment, and uh, well…you looked so peaceful…" My shoulders slumped, exasperated as I told the embarrassing truth. 'Look at yourself, acting like and idiot-you've only seen the guy for like, two minutes and he's already got you flustered!' I looked deep into his green eyes, trying to figure what emotion he was portraying. He seemed very nonchalant about the whole situation. "Well, did you get your picture?" he asked, a full-blown grin appearing upon his face when he saw my expression. I looked down at the ground and slowly nodded 'no' as I blushed under his stare. His face was utterly perfect- ivory colored skin covered his angular features. His hair was slightly tousled, giving his that just-got-out-of-bed look, but it worked for him. "In that case, I CAN help you with that," he said as he lay back on the ground. He resumed his previous position. "Is this good?" he asked, peeping open one eye to look at me. I blushed as I looked at the boy, or man I should say, lying in the grass before me. He looked as though he had just stepped out of a high fashion magazine.
"Yeah, that's great," I answered, kneeling down to get a better view of his face. 'Psh, that's MORE than great…" I quickly took my picture and then got up. "Um, well, thanks for letting me take your picture," I called out to him as he still was on the ground. As I turned around to leave, I felt a hand gently grasp my right shoulder from behind.
"Wait!" he said. A jolt of electricity made me jump as he touched my shoulder. I turned around-he was standing only a couple inches away from me. "Sorry I scared you," he said, his face full of sincere apology. I looked up into his bright eyes, and we stood like that for a moment, until he broke the silence. "May I?" he questioned, looking down at the large camera in my hands. "Of course, " I replied, my cheeks turning slightly pink. Our hands brushed as he lifted the camera out of my hands, another spark of what felt like electricity between us. I studied him as he looked through my camera, a smile played on his face all the while. His gaze broke away from the screen as he turned to look at me.
"Well it seems you collected some interesting shots this afternoon," he chuckled lightly. My ears rejoiced at the sound of his smooth voice." "I sure did," I mumbled sarcastically as he looked down at me, a large grin plastered on his face. I sighed at the sight of this and we continued to gaze into each other's eyes. "Well, hey, thanks again for letting me take your picture, but I have to get home. My roommate might send the police to come find me-I've been gone all afternoon." I chuckled quietly, not wanting to leave. A look of sorrow appeared on his face. "But it was nice hanging out, or whatever you want to call it," I said, trying to lighten the mood. The corners of his mouth turned upward when he heard this. "Yeah, it was very… nice," he spoke, his voice almost a whisper. "I guess I'll see you around." I said as I headed toward my truck. "Wait!" he yelled, which I'll admit, startled me a bit considering I've never heard him raise his voice before. 'Considering you've known him all of fifteen minutes.' I turned around to see him jogging toward me, his muscular body moving gracefully up and down. "I think you'll be needing this, " a crooked smile appearing on his face- absolutely breathtaking. I had only known him for twenty minutes at the most, and that smile had already become my favorite. I looked down to see my camera nestled in his large hands. I blushed as I slowly retrieved it from his hands, embarrassed that a boy could make me so forgetful. "Thank you-again, " I sighed. It would definitely have been a problem if I had left it; my assignment was due Thursday-it was a Tuesday afternoon. He chuckled when he saw my cheeks flush, "You're most certainly welcome….umm." "Bella," I quickly replied, "my name is Bella." "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he said, making my face turn about a hundred shades of red. No boy had ever spoken to me like that before. "And yours?" I stammered, still reeling from his forward comment. "Oh, how rude of me. Edward, Edward Cullen, " he said softly. I stared up into his flawless face, his eyes fixated on mine. "I should really get going," I said, "but it was nice meeting you Edward." I looked down trying to hide my obvious blush. "As it was a pleasure meeting you Bella," he replied as he reached for my hand, where he planted a small kiss. This made me blush even more. There had to be some way to get that fixed… When he released my hand, I mumbled one last 'thank you' and turned to my truck. "See you around!" I said with one final wave. I scooted into the truck and put the key into the ignition, making the heap of rusty metal roar to life. I pulled out of the parking space and made my way back to the park road entrance. I looked in my rear view mirror to see he was still standing in the parking lot, watching me roll away in my old truck. I sighed. What an…interesting day it had been to say the least. Every time I tried to think of words to describe the boy at the park, I found myself speechless. It would be by an amazing stroke of luck that I would ever see this boy ever again. With that, I drove home in silence, pondering the events of my eventful day-my bouts of unmerciless blushing included. I replayed my conversation with the handsome man over and over again in my head, chastising myself for my weakness and constant blushing. As I made my way home, I found myself wishing for that amazing stroke of luck to see the gorgeous boy once again…