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Outtake 4: Bella's Point of View of her and Edward's game of 20 questions set in Chapter 11 (Chemistry) of LINTS.


A Fond Memory

Bella Swan

"Favorite meal?"

"Lasagna, you know that."

"It could have changed for all I know!"

"Rest assured it hasn't."

"Favorite song?"

"Bella, it is my turn you know."

"Right sorry."

"Favorite song?"

"Edward!"

"Hmm… I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that one."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Ha ha. It's actually, Clair de Lune."

"Debussy. Nice choice." Edward replied.

"Glad you approve. Okay… hmm… favorite bird?"

Edward looked at me confusedly. "Bella? Favorite bird? Honestly?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, why not?" I retorted with my left eyebrow perfectly arched.

He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again before closing it. Then shrugging his shoulders Edward replied, "Can't argue with that logic. Okay fine, mind you I haven't given this much thought before but I'm partial to Robins."

I tilted my head to the left. Then the right. Then left again.

"Really? I would have thought maybe an eagle or hawk or owl… Robins are really your favorite type of bird?" At Edward's nod of yes, I continued, "Why?"

"Well, why not?" He replied with a slight smirk.

"Humph! Not fair!" I muttered.

With an exaggerated sigh, "Well, if you must know…" Edward strained to say. "Back when we lived in our home in Chicago, before we moved to Italy, Alice and I were playing at the local park. We were eleven, almost twelve; The only reasons we were even allowed out by ourselves was that it was just a block away from our house and we both had our cell phones with us. Alice wanted me to play with her, she said she wanted to show me something but I was too busy with hanging out with my friends because I knew we would be moving out of the country in about four months. We had already started up a game of baseball and I was next up at bat. I called her a baby and she yelled at me before running off.

"I continued playing baseball with my friends not giving Alice much thought. It wasn't until later after the game had finished that I went to go look for Alice to see if she was still mad at me. I couldn't find her. I searched everywhere. She wasn't on the swings or any of the play structures. She wasn't in the bleachers. Nor was she at any of the fields. I had pulled out my phone and was about to call my mother when I heard someone singing. Looking around I noticed that it was coming from a small grove of trees. Followed the singing which lead me to Alice. She was singing along with some robins as these baby birds – baby robins were learning how to fly."

Edward shook his head at the memory. He turned towards me and asked, "So then, what's your favorite bird?"

I blinked once – then twice.

"Hummingbird." I stuttered out. "For no other reason than I like the way they fly around."

Edward raised his eyebrows, a light smirk on his face.

"We can't all have meaningful stories to go with why we like something." I grumbled.

Edward looked like he was restraining his laughter at me once again. I sighed, "Go ahead and laugh."

He did.


~Acacia Rose Masen