Black marble table made for two. A lone black notebook with calligraphy pen lies on one end. The girl pulls out multi-colored gel pens which longs for a leather journal to scribble in. Clumsy hands drum a nervous beat as a boy's black converse tap to match the beat. His eyes glance right searching for a face. The girl feels his stare but tries to pull away but from his gaze she can't escape. Words come without thought.
"Bella Swan"
"Edward Cullen"
"I know."
"You know?"
"Yep."
The "p" popped on cherry lips, which seems to pop the bubble they were caught in. The green and brown glance back down into the black oblivion hoping it might just suck them in.
"How?"
"You're infamous around here. But it is not that anything that people around here means shit. I know of you. More so than I actually know anything about you."
"How is it that I don't know you?"
"Because we both live in a world where silence is more comfort than words ."
"Where dreams are far in few in between."
"Where tears are only shed in darkness."
"How do you know" the voice of confused young boy takes control for a moment.
The voice much too old for the girl next to him answers "How can one not know something that they live through every day?