Cacophony

Movement One: Green Eyes

I blinked, not sure if this was another of my ever popular nightly delusions. The ones where I would see various forms of godly beauty walk onto the subway and sweep me off my feet. Of course, my visions were never this beautiful.

I was never really that creative.

He looked just as surprised to see me there as I was to see him. He stood stalk still on the threshold of the door and peered into my eyes with no small amount of confusion and shock.

And recognition?

I coughed slightly, trying to alleviate the tension that had built up in the exchange. He blinked his piercing green eyes and shook his head as if to clear it. Looking down at the CD that had just hit his feet, a small crooked smile crawled lazily over his face. He leaned over to pick it up, messy copper locks falling in front of his face.

"Is this yours?" he asked quietly. His voice was smooth as velvet, and my heart stuttered helplessly at the sound. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He crossed the room in two long strides and sat down next to me. I looked around at the empty car and sighed, of course he would sit next to me. I just had to make a fool of myself with my exhausted babbling. He handed it to me with another smile.

"Why is it called 'Silver'?" he wondered aloud as his fingers brushed mine. A jolt of electricity ran through my arm and down to my toes. I shivered suddenly, and saw him momentarily tense.

"Because it is Silver," I mumbled unthinkingly. I mentally kicked myself. Great going idiot. Now he's going to know you're crazy. Instead, he cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"Whatever do you mean?"

I sighed of course, might as well explain it to him now that the cat was out of the bag. "It's my silver disk. The one I listen to when I cannot sleep and I need something to occupy my mind. It's full of pieces that remind me of the color silver, because silver is the color of sleeplessness." I put it into the case that was sitting next to me then pulled off the headphones that were wrapped around my neck. Might as well put them away since he seemed to be interested in conversation.

I looked over again and noticed how overwhelmingly beautiful he was. His skin looked flawless and he was slightly paler than the normal person. Of course, I wasn't one to talk on that front, being as unnaturally white as I stayed even after hours in the sun. There wasn't any sun in this city however.

He had slight dark circles under his eyes, and I had to laugh at that. It seemed I had found a kindred spirit.

"Oh goodness, how rude of me." I said, flustered. "My name is Isabella, Bella if you will." I held out a hand for him to shake. He smiled and took my hand in his, eliciting another shock, though slightly less surprising this time. He pressed his lips to the back of it and looked into my eyes.
"Edward. It's a pleasure to meet you Bella."

I blushed then, my cheeks heating up at the unexpected gesture.

"So," I said conversationally. "What are you doing awake at four in the morning, on a subway to nowhere?" He chuckled, a sound that made my breath catch. Looking around at the car, he smiled wryly.

"I'm headed back to my apartment, once this subway goes around full circle. I couldn't sleep and this seemed the perfect place to be alone and clear my head." he shook his head then, and sighed. "I didn't expect anyone else to be here actually. Maybe a hobo or two, but not a beautiful girl such as yourself." I blushed again and hung my head, but grinned nonetheless.

I was struck again by the nature of his unnaturally green eyes. Green was not normally a color I identified as fiery, but his eyes were intelligent and full of passion.
"And you?" He asked suddenly, drawing me out of my thoughts.

"Hnn..?" I said intelligently, drawing another laugh out of him.

"Why are you awake at this ungodly hour?"

I shrugged. "Same reason as you I suppose. I wanted to write a little bit before going to work. And anyways, I'm always here at four in the morning." A flash of intuition crossed his eyes, and he smiled widely.

"I knew it!" he exclaimed, startling me. "I've seen you before then."

I laughed and gave him a doubtful look. Surely I would have remembered such a beautiful person? He gestured towards the window of the car next to us.

"I sit there normally, and I've seen you through the window. Almost every night you are here, typing away at that computer and talking to yourself." He smiled, an endearing smile that had my heart twisting. "I was trying to convince myself to come to talk to you, but I was too afraid. It seemed fate intervened." He looked pleased at that. I wondered why someone so obviously interesting would struggle to get the courage to talk to me, but I wasn't complaining. "So what are you typing?" He asked, looking down at the computer.

I flushed bright red and closed it partway. Disappointed, he looked up and gave me a regretful look.

"Sorry," he apologized. "That was unforgivably rude of me."

I shook my head. "No, not unforgivable. I just haven't shown anyone but my editor yet." He looked interested.

"An editor then? You're a writer?"

I grimaced slightly. "In my spare time," I looked over at him. "What do you do then?"
His face lit up. "I'm a musician."

I looked at him incredulously. Of course this incredibly sexy man had to have the most alluring type of job out there. "What do you play?"

"The piano." he grinned. Obviously he was enjoying my reaction. I looked away. "In my spare time of course." I rolled my eyes. "Normally, I run a radio program." My heart sank. I was feeling extraordinarily insignificant. I told him this and he chuckled.

"I'm not all that interesting," I pressed and his chuckles stopped. He pressed a cool finger under my chin and lifted my face towards his.

"I find you extremely interesting" he breathed, the smell of him drifting around me. I breathed in and smiled slightly pulling my head away.

"well..thank you." I mumbled, looking out the window. It was my stop next, and I sighed in discontent. I couldn't very well stay on this subway for another go around. I hadn't even noticed, but we had come full circle by then. His stop was two stops away from mine, and I would be leaving this train in fifty seven seconds.

"Fifty five." he stated quietly, and I looked at him, startled. Could he read my mind? My head whirled at the possibility. He looked at me questioningly.

"Can you read my mind?" I gasped and he laughed, this time a real laugh, bell like in quality and excruciatingly beautiful.

"Until your stop." He clarified, and again I wondered how closely he had been watching me from that other car. "I know the times of all of the stops."

I stood in amazement, and he stood as well.
"It was nice meeting you Bella." He stated clearly, looking down at me.

I smiled shyly as I walked towards the door. "Nice meeting you too Edward." I said as the doors started closing. Before they shut, I could just see his crooked grin as he waved me goodbye.

I contemplated the entire ride as I let myself into the building of my apartment. Opening my door, I was careful to not make any noise so not to disturb my light sleeping roommate. As I got myself ready for work the next day, the whole meeting took on a dreamlike quality to me.

I wondered then if he had been a delusion after all.

Author's Note: I've decided to try a new story after all. This one will be more interesting, I swear. Next chapter is in Edward's Point of View.

Also, If you're Andrea: THIS STORY MIGHT HAVE SOME ROMANTIC SCENES. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT, STOP READING NOW SO YOU WON'T GET ATTACHED TO THE STORY. Also, my love to you from home. Hope you're having fun in Norway.