Plate numbers
by i need sleep

Summary: I believe a person's plate number tells quite a bit about them; though I find it quite hard to believe that 'EdwardM' is this young, and this cute.

A/N: Well, yeah. This is a new "story". I think it could stand alone, and I also think it can be turned into a multi-chapter fic, so please tell me what you think!

I got the idea when we went to pick my mum up from work. LOL. We were parked next to this massive SUV with really dark windows, and my younger brother just went, "Woah, scared of the sun, much?" and my dad just goes, "Nah, they're probably hiding something in there." So they went outside while waiting and I checked the plate number: it said RichGuy, and poof! All of a sudden, I hear this thought in my head that says, plate numbers tell things about people!

Disclaimer: Me no own Twilight. No sue me. Please?

It was smoky, but the light was shining through the smoke. It's very humid, and my body feels like it's being roasted.

It was days like this that I can't help but wish I lived somewhere else; not in this open, exposed bus stop, or any spot outside. I wished I lived in a manor, in a palace.

I would settle with even a hut.

I folded my clothes up and put them in the backpack I stole three years ago. It was fading, and the zippers were acting up, but it's still good. I may have to steal a new one next month or something.

I put it on and got out of my current "home". I walked and walked, until I got tired. I walked and walked until the sun went down, and the humid air turned slightly cooler. I sat on a new bus stop, after checking if it was still in use. Since there were overgrown weeds nearby and webs on the corners, I decided I would stay here for a few hours, or even for the night, since it seemed like it was not operating anymore.

I lay on the bench and watched the cars that went past. I was looking at the colors and the plate numbers. I believe a person's plate number tells quite a bit about them, as well as the color of their cars or the model and make. Those with regular plates are scared of change, and would rather fit in with everybody else. It's also possible that those people with regular plate numbers would stick with what they have because they can't be bothered finding a different one to put on.

Those with plates like 'divine!' and 'fabulus' tend to be a little into the self centered side. They can also be a little spoiled if they have cars painted bright pink.

Those with dark colored, expensive looking and imported made cars must be rich and prefers their flashy lives, and tend to keep several secrets. A dark car, after all, seems more interesting and mysterious than a brightly colored one; therefore it will attract more attention.

I spotted a deep blue Honda Jazz car with slightly tinted windows. In it sat a blonde man, quite tall, even as he was sitting down. His plate was normal, regular.

I deduced that he must be laid back and does not prefer change.

Another car went by; a blood red convertible, with a blonde bombshell sitting inside. Her plate was fairly simple, 'RoseHale'. It seems like everything was handed to her in silver platter, and everything was planned for her, but she had no say. It seemed like she had everything someone like me could only dream of…

…But she wanted something else; something simpler. Something a person like me must have, and I tell you, I don't have that much.

A red Wrangler Jeep went by after a few minutes, with music blasting from its stereo. Inside was a burly man with brown curls, and he was nodding his head to the music. He had several things piled in the back, and he had quite dusty looking clothes on. 'EmRocks', his plate says, and I smiled. He was adventurous, but he had a tendency to be too boastful of his achievements. He also seemed a little childish, but good natured. He prefers simple things in life.

Next came a sleek, glossy, black Mercedes, with a regular plate. In the Mercedes was a couple, a blond man and a brunette woman, smiling at each other. Their windows were not darkly tinted; they have secrets, but have accepted it, and plan to be more open to each other about it. In the back seat were two sleeping children; it was probably theirs. They talked, smiling sweetly at each other, their eyes filled with love and adoration, and I imagined my parents doing the same thing, but I failed.

I realized that I don't know what they look like.

I sighed and shook my head. Hopefully, these thoughts of self pity will go away if I shake it hard enough. I looked up to find a bright yellow Volkswagen pass by. In it was a woman of my age, taking excitedly to what appears to be a phone in front of her. 'PxieGrl', her plate read, and I laughed silently to myself, as I watched her bounce on her seat, before she sped away. She accepts criticism and other's view of her openly and is quite sunny, yet she has a tendency to decide for others and boss them around. However, I deduced, she means well.

Next was another couple, in a black, also glossy, Alfa Romeo, windows tinted darkly, but I can still see them. The woman leant by the window, resting her face on her fisted hand. On her left ring finger was a wedding ring. She looked quite unhappy, and our gazes met for a few seconds, before she turned away and looked forward. Her husband, I assumed, looked haggard next to her, talking on his phone while driving, a frown etched on his face. She pushed her red hair back and started yelling at him.

I can smell divorce now.

I stopped observing after the couple in the Alfa. I imagined my parents in their place. They were unhappy with each other; so were my parents. Hopefully, I prayed, they wouldn't die in an accident like my parents did.

I fell asleep with my bag as my pillow, until sometime by midnight, I suppose, as I don't have a watch to tell the time with. I smelt smoke, and I immediately got up, looking for the source. I saw the bright headlights of a car and I quickly got up to see if I should run or not.

I saw the silver Volvo parked near the bus stop, its hood open and I found that the smoke came from the vehicle. I looked at the plate immediately: 'EdwardM'. Sounded like an old guy who had no idea on cars.

I walked towards the car for an unknown reason. I heard someone's voice then; it was faint and velvety.

"No. I mean, yes," the voice said, and I looked around for where it was coming from. "My car broke down. Where? Uh, wait. I don't—Hey, it's not my fault I don't know."

I leaned against the car and watched the shadow of the person coming forward. Lean and lanky, the shadow appeared, and I presumed it was a man. He had quite messy hair, but it was all I can see for now. Maybe if I squinted I would…

I gasped as I saw his face. He ended the call, and the light from his phone illuminated his handsome face. He had quite bronzish looking hair, and he had pale skin. High, sharp cheekbones and green eyes… He was definitely a heart breaker in high school.

He looked at me and I saw the surprise in his eyes. "Well, hello," he said, sounding unsure. I mentally smacked myself: Of course he would be unsure if he saw a random person he doesn't know by his car!

"Hello," I said, and I smiled at him, "I didn't steal anything, don't worry… I was just…"

He looked relieved, "Thanks," he said, and he walked towards me, stretching his hand out. "I'm Edward Masen, by the way."

"Bella," I said, "Bella Swan."

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I believe a person's plate number tells quite a bit about them; sometimes it speaks volumes, sometimes it speaks very few. Sometimes, it also speaks of their aspirations and other things. I thought I had mastered the "art" of it, but now I was amazed.

I find it quite hard to believe that 'EdwardM' is this young, and this cute.

Hmm, I guess you never really should judge a book by its cover.

Should I continue or not? XD

Thanks for reading!