The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: #9

Pen Name: Twilightladies

Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella

Rating: T

Word Count: 486

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I've always loved how my bedroom looks into yours.

Tonight, I hate it.

I watched from behind my curtains as you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror.

I watched as you hugged your mom goodbye.

And I watched as you climbed into your car to go pick her up for your first date.

It was the talk of the school—Edward Cullen had finally asked Angela Webber on a date. A perfect match, the quarterback and the cheer captain.

It's so cliche I want to vomit.

My phone buzzes. I answer, knowing Rose will just keep calling if I don't.

"Hey."

"So are you coming to the diner? The whole school's gonna be there."

"I know they are, so no. I think I'm just gonna put a movie on and wallow for a while."

"Do you want me to come over?"

I smile. "No, it's all good. Go have fun with Emmett."

"'Kay. Call me if you need me."

We hang up and I turn off my phone.

Settling in for a girly night where I can eat my weight in popcorn, I change into my special pyjamas. I reserve them for the nights I know you won't be here.

You'd kill me if you knew I stole your lucky football shirt.

I crawl into bed with popcorn and my favorite movie.

Yes, tonight definitely calls for Patrick Swayze.

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I wake to darkness and the credits rolling.

I turn off my tv and take a peek over at your house. Your room is dark, and I wonder if you're still out with her.

With that thought, the tears fall.

Slowly. Silently.

For everything I want with you.

And for everything I now realize we'll probably never have.

Before I can crawl back into bed, there's a tap on my window. Although it breaks my heart, I ignore it and hope you'll go away.

The last thing I need right now is to hear how well things went tonight.

"Bella." You tap again. I can only imagine the hurt look on your face as you realize I've locked it for the first time in years.

"Bella, we need to talk."

Against my better judgement, I give in and open the window. As you climb in, I back away and sit on the edge of my bed.

You stand awkwardly, and I hate how uncomfortable things are between us.

"Where'd you get that?" You gesture to my shirt.

I shrug. "You left it here."

You know I'm lying but don't say anything.

"Edward, why are you here?"

You come and sit next to me, taking my hand in yours. "I wanted to talk about tonight."

I stiffen. "What about it?"

Your thumb is rubbing circles on my hand. "I didn't like it. It felt weird."

"Right," I mutter.

"It should have been you, Bella. I should have taken you on that date."

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A/N

Thanks to SparklyMeg and Pattinlethr as always xox