If you haven't read my other story "The Red Scare," here is the deal on how I write. I don't have the time to write full stories yet so I just right individual scenes from Edward's point of view. This specific story entitled "Ole Blue Eyes" takes place during Twilight when Edward visits Bella at night in her bedroom and watches her while she sleeps. This is before they have become an item or even discuss liking each other. It's basically just Edward being extremely reflective one night. I hope you enjoy this piece and I'll be posting more in the future. I'm open to criticism so please feel free to review. I also did a lot of time line research for this piece not only on the Cullen time line but U.S. history as well. So hopefully it all ends up pretty accurate. The next Edward Scene's that I post will be from Breaking Dawn, one from the honeymoon the other from the wedding. So get excited! ( :
By now I had crawled in Bella's window many nights. Sometimes to watch her sleep other times to anxiously and selfishly await her sleep talking. Lately, I found myself gripping her rocking chair intensely, just hoping for my name to roll off her drowsy and incoherent lips. Maybe if I came to her room enough nights, I might hear her sleepily mumble words like, "Oh Edward I could care less about the fact that you want to eat me, or that you've been alive 100+ years and you're all I ever wanted stone cold and all!" I rolled my eyes and bit my lip in frustration at the ridiculousness of that ever coming out of her mouth.
As I stared blankly out her tiny window at the moonlight, I came to terms with what really mattered. I had nothing to offer her. If she only knew of the crazy ideas Alice had been filling my head with. Her becoming like me was simply not an option. I began to feel a crease form on my forehead as my eyes narrowed angrily at the thought of it. Even if she took me as I am, what kind of life could I give her?
Marriage perhaps... and I'd be willing to let her grow old by my side. But, every day would be a selfish struggle to avoid turning her to keep her forever; away from harm and sickness.
She was just so fragile. Especially now as I watched her laying there with her adorable little ears sticking out from her soft, brown hair.
As my mind wandered late into the night, I thought about all the things I'd done and seen in my long life; if you could define a life as something without a pulse. The other Cullen's didn't realize how lucky they were to have a companion to share all those experiences with. I remember the time Emmett and I snuck out to catch a peak of Marilyn Monroe while she was in Vegas. Of course, having no real interest in women like her, I stilled obliged Emmett's requests that sent us on adventurous endeavors. Not to my surprise Jasper was too loyal to go. He kept saying it wasn't chivalrous to do to Alice and Rosalie.
At least I could always count on Emmett for fun. What we saw that night, Emmett, JFK, and I will take to the grave; him sooner than us. A chuckle almost escaped my mouth, but I had to be sure not to wake Bella.
I could just imagine Bella in a gorgeous, blue, sequin dress on my arm, as I escorted her to see the famous Ole Blue Eyes; Frank Sinatra sing in Chicago. But, like usual I watched the show alone, with Rosalie in all her radiance sitting two rows ahead of me resting underneath Emmett's arm, making the loneliness in the pit of my stomach just a bit worse.
I also recalled the time we all went to New York in the winter and attended one of Andy Warhol's infamous parties. Jasper only went because Alice was so enthusiastic about art. Emmett tagged along to carry Rosalie's bags while she did an ungodly amount of damage shopping in the city.
I remember when we were introduced to him…the great Andy Warhol. Amidst all the loud, pounding music in the room lit by disco balls and colored lights, I could still hear his thoughts. He looked at us; the Cullens, thinking how beautiful we all were and how he would love to film or photograph us. I'm glad Bella wasn't there for that evening. There were too many weird, artsy, pseudo intellectuals running around. It would not have been safe for her. Plus she was my muse, not Andy's and I wanted her beauty all to myself.
Carlisle is a huge fan of architecture and when the Golden Gate Bridge opened in 1937, I offered to go along with him and Esme to see it. Of course we had to wait till night to take a stroll across it but it was still amazing even in the darkness. I remember this night clearly because it was the time I was most envious of what Carlisle and Esme have together.
We were leaning up against the side of the bridge just looking out into the vast distance when I looked over at Carlisle. He was standing behind Esme with his arms around her waist, holding her tightly, and kissing her neck sweetly. It's not like they were doing anything wrong but at that moment I no longer wanted to be around them. It made me question if there was ever going to be anyone for me. I knew Rosalie and Emmett were somewhere on their extended honeymoon being utterly in love. What about me? Carlisle always said that there was a precious gift that came with being like us. That gift was we could see so much more of life's wonders than someone who doesn't live forever. But, what good was a gift like that if I had no one to share it with like he did?
I would want to show Bella the world and I knew if I ever got to she would only get a lifetime's worth. Not like my family who has seen ten lifetimes worth of things. I started to feel really bitter and questioned why I was still sitting in this rocking chair.
Thinking about the past and the future only made me think of Bella, so, I gave up and just tried to take in the present. I felt so compelled to get up and move a lock of her hair out of her face, just so I could see her soft cheek bones. In that moment I dropped my face into my stone hands and hoped someday I could be close to that softness.