The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: # 14

Pen Name: Paralighter4ever

Pairing/Character(s): E/B

Rating: M

Word Count: 406

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There was a record store near my house that I went into every day after school.

Every day, after the bus let me off, I ran to Twilight Record Store to check out the newest additions of music. Even though I was born in the 90's, my heart sang for the 80's. I ran my fingers through the record covers of Micheal Jackson, Queen, Whitney Houston, and Rick Springfield, wanting to take all of it home with me.

"You're a little young to be in this section, aren't you?" I heard a soft chuckle and turned beside me. The guy had copper hair, spiked all over his head. He looked to be about 20, 21. He didn't look any older than me, so he had some nerve!

I frowned, but kept my composure. "No, I don't think so."

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Why?"

"Just for reference." He flashed a quick smile, and I blushed and looked away.

"Eighteen." I said.

"So, you only should vaguely know these artists."

I looked back up, getting annoyed. I took a record out of the slot, Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl", put it in the record player, and sang every lyric in the song. The copper-haired guy laughed and ran a hand through his head, embarrassed a bit.

I took another record out—Joan Jett and the Blackhearts' "I Love Rock n Roll"—and sang along to that.

I almost sang to another one, but he walked up to me and kissed my mouth. I froze, but felt a draw to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck to draw him in closer. We kept going until I couldn't breathe.

He stepped away, shocked, saying, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He walked out in a hurry.

"Wait!" I found my voice again and ran out to find him. I caught up to him a block away. "Wait! You can't just kiss me and walk away! Who are you, and how old are you?"

He turned around. "Why?"

I shrugged, "Just for reference." I said knowingly.

He smiled and stepped closer to me. I could see how bright his green eyes were. "21, and I'm Edward."

I smirked. "So you're not that older than me, either. You're a ninety's baby!" I poked his chest.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Guilty. I just liked messing with you."

I glared at him, but couldn't let the smile from my face.