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Chapter Six – E is for Elementary School

"I'm supposed to be doing things for you, you know." Edward protested; I paid no attention to his complaints. I navigated the cloudy roads, still soaked with the day's rain.

"You're just mad I wouldn't let you drive." I chuckled, but Edward couldn't quite see the humor in it. "You can relax. We're here." The truck jerked as it stopped.

Once we had exited, Edward looked at me warily. I grabbed his hand and guided him along, bringing our speed up to a human-paced run. Our shoes slid across the slick grass as we ran.

I stopped breathlessly as we reached it. In the distance, a small brick schoolhouse rested quietly. Directly before us was a disheveled tangle of rusting iron. And in the center of a giant sand pit, a swing set. My childhood memories flashed swiftly before my eyes.

"You wanted to take me to an elementary school?" He asked bewildered. I nodded vehemently.

"Charlie used to bring me here all the time." I admitted, slipping off my black flip flops. Edward slipped off his own sandals, and grasped my hand assertively. I walked with him towards the swings happily. "He'd push me on the swings until it either got dark or started raining."

I sat down on the black rubber seat, despite the rain water that had collected on it. I would change when I got home. Standing behind me, Edward's hands pressed against my back, and gave me a little push.

After a few minutes of leisurely movement, I'd finally built up the courage to ask him something burning in my brain all morning. "Do you remember anything?" He looked at me warily. My clarification was quick. "Of your childhood, I mean."

His eyes softened, maybe the closest thing to nostalgia he could fathom. "I..." He began, but the words choked up in his throat. I was still swinging my legs, hoping for an answer. When one wasn't coming, I decided to give him a push of my own.

"When I was little, I loved playing dress up." I confessed. Edward's eyes were elucidated with curiosity. We both giggled foolishly as if we were children again. "Yeah, and I would always try and get into Renee's makeup and high heels. She eventually had to lock it up in a fireproof safe so I couldn't..."

"Her perfume." He said languorously. "I think my mother always had the sweetest smelling perfume on. I'd catch whiffs of it as she tucked me in at night." His smile was crooked but wistful. "I can't really remember much else, or be certain. It was a...long time ago." His eyes turned hard and he looked sorrowful. I was instantly wracked with guilt.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

He interrupted me promptly. "No. It's alright. I haven't even attempted to think about it in a long time." He pushed me a little harder, and I flew a little more in the air. "I take it you don't enjoy dress up anymore. I can recall prom..."

"Please don't bring that up." I groaned. My pace slackened.

He ignored me. "You complained quite a bit."

"I also colored with crayons and watched Power Rangers." I added. The subject had to be changed immediately. However, I was helping my case minutely. Edward laughed, mostly at me. "Ansd I was positive I was going to marry Jimmy Smith."

"Who is Jimmy Smith?" There was a slight hint of jealousy in his voice.

"My next door neighbor. He was a fourth grader who smiled at me once." I sighed, and Edward's jealousy seemed to have disappeared. Without his pushing, I sat idly, my feet stuck in the wet mud. "It was true love up until he moved away."

"And you didn't follow him?" He sounded appalled at my surrendering. A mock disgust, rather.

"I knew there was someone better for me out there." I gazed deep into his softening eyes. He slipped his hand around the chain and into my grasp. He put one finger on my lips, suppressing every thought I had at one point in my life.

"I'm very glad Jimmy Smith didn't work out." The way he said his name was so distrustful. I grinned, amazed how his beauty still left me speechless. He lowered his lips towards mine, mashing them together clumsily. "I would hate to have to be a home wrecker." I could feel his smile, even as I gazed directly into his eyes.

"He was very short." I said, mesmerized by his kiss. "And he was really tan. I prefer my future husband be quite pale."

"And sparkle in the sunlight." He added, twirling his fingers through my hair. His melodic laughter rang in my ears for several minutes.

Edward continued pushing me on the swings, and I began pumping my legs. I gained speed rather quickly. Whether it was because of the swing, or the memory of Edward's kiss, I'm not sure.

Either way, it felt like I was flying.

AN: This wasn't my FAVORITE chapter, but they do get better.

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