Disclaimer: Twilight Saga is not mine, even though I'd have loved to say it was.
A/N: So this is gonna be a collection of flash fics all based on the central character of Edward Cullen. We are given word prompts to write with this round. All chapters are going to be independent flash fics. Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter-1: Ancient
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Prompt: #1, Ancient
Main Character: Edward Cullen
Rating: M (For drug references and cursing)
Word Count: 500
The first time I set my eyes on Edward Cullen was when we were surrounded by an ancient civilization. No, I didn't time travel to meet him. I was just on a trip with my friends to Rome and that's where I first met him.
We were visiting a historical museum there, and I was so mesmerized by the vastness of the Roman history that I didn't even notice where I was walking. Before I could realize what was happening, I bumped into someone coming from the opposite direction.
"Ouch!" I cried out in pain and turned to look at the jerk who almost made me fall on my ass. But all I could see was a big professional looking camera in front of me. The camera was obscuring the face of my assailant and I could just make out the auburn hair on top of his head and the slightly tanned hands gripping the camera.
I put my bitch-face on and snapped, "Hey, I get that you like the statues and all, but can please watch where you're walking?"
The hands slowly moved downwards, lowering the camera and making me almost swallow my tongue.
Because, there, standing in front of me was the most handsome guy I had ever laid eyes on.
He raised an eyebrow at me questioningly and said slowly, "Hello, Kettle, I'm Pot."
I blushed, realizing that I was blaming him for something that was as much my fault as was his.
I offered him an apologetic smile and tried to lighten the mood with a lame come-back. "Yeah, I really am Kettle, but you can also call me weed."
The slight frown on his face cleared, and he smiled a beautiful smile that made me want to stop the whole world so that I could just stare at that smile.
Still smiling, he held out a hand to me. "I think we should cool the drug analogies, or we'd both be arrested for suspected possession. So, just for the record, my real name is not Pot; it's Edward Cullen."
"Dang! I actually liked the name Pot." I pretended to be disheartened, only to make him chuckle and then put my hand in his outstretched one. "I'm Isabella Swan and I'm sorry for acting like a bitch before."
He shook my hand and smiled, telling me that it was forgotten already. "I should probably apologize as well, since I got so lost into taking pictures that I almost made you fall," he said with a lopsided smile gracing his lips.
I shrugged. "How about we call it even, then?"
"Sounds like a plan," he said, before bringing my hand up to his mouth to brush his lips lightly against my knuckles.
My blushing intensified, and he held onto my hand as he asked me softly, "May I capture your photo, Beautiful Bella? To remember when we met?"
I bit my lip and nodded. Because the truth was, he had already captured a piece of my heart.
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I think I'm gonna post each fic on a weekly basis for now, but once I'm done writing, updates can be faster.
Take care.
Ann