The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #16
Pen Name: amandac3
Pairing/Character(s): Bella/Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 477

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~Pinpoint~

"Flight 612, with service to Rome, Italy, is now ready for boarding."

I turn off my Kindle and grab my small wheeled suitcase, making sure to have my boarding pass and passport at the ready. I smile at the ticket checker when she takes my boarding pass and wishes me a pleasant flight. Sure, pleasant. I'm afraid of flying so I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea.

I made a promise to myself after high school, that when I graduated from college I would take myself on a trip. That I would stand in front of a map of the world, close my eyes, and shove a push pin into the wall, thus deciding my destination. I'm excited, but my nerves are shot at the idea of flying for so long and over pretty much nothing but water.

I put my earbuds in and curl up in my seat, grabbing the safety manual from the seat back pocket. I need to know what to do in case of an emergency landing in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a man fold his lanky body into the seat next to mine. His smell hits me like a wrecking ball, making my mouth water. Chocolate and cinnamon and vanilla cream.

I take a good look at him as he shoves his backpack underneath the seat in front of him. He's gorgeous. Messy brown hair, chiseled jaw covered in a day's worth of scruff, prominent nose and cute, pouty lips. He turns to me and smiles, his grey-blue eyes sparkling with excitement. He starts to say something to me, but of course I can't hear him because I have One Direction blasting in my ears. Don't judge me, I love those boys.

I yank the wire, pulling the buds out of my ears, "I'm sorry, were you talking to me?"

"I was just introducing myself, I'm Edward."

"Bella. Nice to meet you."

His voice is just… I don't know, but he could read me the phone book and I wouldn't complain.

"So, what's taking you to Rome?"

"Just a trip I promised myself. I randomly pinpointed it on a map and, well, here I am."

He laughs and shakes his head.

"What?" I ask, wondering why this is funny to him.

"Nothing, except I did the exact same thing." He smiles widely.

"Well, that's interesting. And a little freaky, that, out of all the cities in the world, we blindly chose the same one." I reply.

"Il destino." He croons.

"What?" I ask, his rich voice speaking Italian making me dumb.

"Destiny. Fate. Maybe we were meant to take this trip together."

"Maybe," I say, not at all opposed to wandering the streets of Rome with this man. In fact, I'm looking forward to it.


A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing. And special thanks to LovinRob for the beta duties.