Gone Too Soon

Hey peoples! Thanks to anyone who's reading and I appreciate feedback. This chapter will be very short but the next one will defintely be longer. If it's not up by tomorrow, it'll be up next weekend. Sorry. I miss summer. :( I don't own anything. Enjoy.

"It's nothing." I repeated quickly as he was about to open his mouth. "I was just…deep in thought. That's all."

Edward nodded once. As time passed by, we remained locked in our positions, unsure of what to say. I was left thinking of the memories that so intrusively and unexpectedly invaded my mind just now.

"Yeah," I whispered. "That's all…"

"Was it him?" Caught off guard, I jumped in my seat.

"Sorry?"

"Him." He pointed to the blank TV screen. "Michael Jackson. You seem really upset by what happened."

I sighed. Both of us were past secrecy and I knew that. But what I felt just now was difficult to explain without it sounding ridiculous. Still, I decided to go with the truth.

"It's just that…my mom was sort of obsessed with him when I was four and it was one of the few of her pastimes that I was actually involved in and--And we'd used to listen to his songs all the time. I guess his death came as a surprise for me. Fifty is a pretty young age to die these days." I shrugged. Expecting to see the hint of amusement that sparkled in his eye whenever I said something particularly funny, I was amazed to find his features stunned with something like wonder.

"I see."

Silence. Lost in our own thoughts, the moment wasn't exactly awkward. This did not, however, prevent me from growing self-conscious as time went by and Edward had still found nothing else to say that exceeded two syllables.

"Look, as random as this is, my childhood was never absolute misery. It just so happens that he was one of the few things that really appealed to me--"

"Oh, there's no need to be defensive, Bella." Edward said, evidently becoming more animated as he regained his humor. "It's just…classical, contemporary alternative, and now '80s pop music?" He shook his head. "There's no consistency when it comes to you."

I bit my lip. As if intrigued by the uncommon weather, he trudged toward the window and squinted at the yellow sun.

"His music was definitely worth listening to," Edward murmured, more to himself. "One of the few who made the '80s bearable. Shame that he died."

I had to stop my mouth from popping wide open. "You, a Jackson fan?"

"Quality mainstream." he replied wryly. "A rarity."

In the distance, a splash echoed through the grounds. I stood up immediately. The familiarity of the routine was somewhat comforting after today's foreign events.

"Let's go outside and meet them." I suggested. "Enjoy the weather. Shall we?"

"That's a nice idea." We skipped up the stairs side by side, Edward's arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder.

Ahh...so short. R&R please. Next chap should be up ASAP.