DISCLAIMER: Yeah, yeah…Steph, the Queen…all Twilight..blah..blah..blah
I just wanna have some fun with Edward. *drools*
Okay, so I had this thought after reading other FF stories…Edward's Point of View. Might be interesting. Don't know if it'll work. Please give feedback. I know it's not in the English as he would be talking, so forgive me.
EPOV
I am suffocating. The constant crush of fans. I get it that they want to talk to me, touch me, get me to sign something, their bodies, but…really. Really?
Do they really think I'd drop everything and grab them and kiss them or ask for their number? I'd love to see what would actually happen if I did do that. Would one intelligent, coherent thought come out of their mouths?
I was really just trying to make a somewhat decent living by acting. I never in my wildest dreams thought that this would happen to me. It's bizarre.
It's so hard to adjust to not being normal. Always having someone around to protect me from the fans.
And the paparazzi…don't get me started on them. They are quite possibly even nuttier than the fans. Here I am, in Toronto, Canada and haven't seen one single sight. It's supposed to have the tallest building in the world. Oh wait, I think there is a new record holder, in Dubai, or somewhere. Anyway, I'd cut my hair just to be able to go up there – alone.
I'll have to settle on dashing into a Starbucks with my entourage. I don't think anyone has followed me in here. Yet.
Uh oh – the counter kids are suddenly realizing who I am. Great. I just order the same thing every time – can't go wrong that way. Why does Starbucks have their own language, anyway? And they think my English is weird.
Can I actually just sit and enjoy the tea for once? Maybe for a few minutes? Before the staff start texting all their friends and then they start appearing out of the woodwork.
There's only one chair, but it's across from a woman, sitting by herself, reading. I hope she won't mind. She doesn't look up as I ask her permission to sit down at her table. She nods and I think she smiles slightly. I don't want to bother her.
Mmmm…I am knackered. This tea is going to hit the spot. It's not as good as English tea, but beggars can't be choosers.
There's music playing real loud. I love this band. I miss playing in front of an audience. I wanted to play clubs in Europe. But shit happens. I'm not meaning to sound ungrateful, but it's been trying. I'm getting kinda used to it, slowly.
I'm just lonely. My family can't be with me all the time. They have lives of their own. A lot of the girls I've worked with are pretty selfish and vain. It's hard to build something real when they never really connect with me in a purely normal fashion. Sometimes they just want to be seen with me to further their own careers. I'm tired of it.
Oh, she's getting up. She looks a bit ticked. She says she was finished anyway. Oh I feel bad. I ruined her little piece of sanity. The worshipped cup of java. She didn't even look at me for more than 2 seconds. That's different. Why can't I find someone truly oblivious to my fame? It would be so normal.
Normal. I crave normal sometimes. Wish I could buy normal.
Okay, now teenagers are starting to show up. Now I'm thankful for my 'guard'. They would be able to stop an armored tank. I guess it's time to leave. I'll head over to my hotel, I guess. And watch TV or go on the Internet. Again.
The 'guards' are at least 4 inches taller than me, which is saying a lot. I don't think anyone would be able to see me in the middle of them. I feel safe, albeit stupid. Sort of like being walked to school by my mother when I was young.
We had to find an alternate route, as the main entrance to the hotel was teeming with teenagers. We went down some stairs across the street and through a parking lot entrance. Then, as we were riding the escalator, I caught a glimpse of the woman from Starbucks going the opposite direction.
I don't know why I did it, but I smiled at her by reflex. She sort of smiled back. She had really beautiful dazzling blue eyes. How could I have noticed that in such a short glance? Now I'm thrown. What was it about her?
"Jasper, can you please track down that woman and ask her to join me in the bistro?"
He looked at me like I was insane. I'd never ever done this before.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, Edward," he curtly replied.
"Please. Just do it. She's harmless." I wasn't taking orders from anyone. I'll see who I want to see. I don't know why I want to see her again. Maybe just to apologize for intruding on her private time back at Starbucks.
I felt kind of tense and nervous all of a sudden. Strange feeling. What would I actually tell her? Would she come?
She doesn't know who I am. Brilliant. She does not know who I am. I sat at a table in a corner with the 'guard' surrounding me. I can't see past them.
And all of a sudden, she's standing in front of me. She looks nervous. I apologize for my previous intrusion. She asks if I had picked up something she left behind.
Then she wondered if I was in danger of being killed. She has a wit about her. I like that. I want to touch her hand, so I introduce myself, and shake her warm, soft hand. She's so shy, like I used to be before I couldn't be me anymore. She's normal. I crave normal.
So…? Before my brain catches up to my mouth, I'm asking for her phone number. What am I doing? Am I insane? Why would she want to go out with someone with this kind of baggage?
She looks at me with her dazzling, sky blue eyes, quizzically. I've made a tragic error in judgment. She's going to think I'm some kind of egomaniac, out to get with every woman I see. I'm truly not like that. But then she shrugs her shoulders, takes my cell and inputs her number. Wow. She's either brave or as insane as I am.
I didn't know what to do, so I hit send and it made her cell phone go off in her purse. Did I just give her my phone number? What am I thinking? I don't want her to know how utterly disoriented she's made me and what crazy things were going through my head right now.
Something about those eyes…and her obvious lack of confidence. It made me protective and I didn't want to hurt her in any way.
A/N: Okay I'm treading water…a slow, slow tide is coming…
Ok, people…you know what I'm about to say…the 'Drill'! What is it?
DO IT!
