Crash into Me
"You've got your ball
You've got your chain
Tied to me tight tie me up again
Who's got their claws
In you my friend
Into your heart Ill beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
And sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me"
Edward
That's strange I thought as I met the emerald green eyes from across the room she seems worried about something. I shrugged it off it was probably something trivial, does she ever worry about trivial things? I really wished I knew what she was thinking as she arrived on the stage. Her hair was dry which I guess was a good thing because she smelt stronger when she was wet but I was rather growing to enjoy the scent rather than resent it.
She was avoiding eye contact which made me very suspicious. I decided not to think about it and concentrate on something other than her but once again I found myself watching her. Today she wore black trousers which she'd tucked a white shirt into and black and white chequered braces, black doll like shoes and black tights. Her hair fell forward today covering her eyes from me – she was defiantly hiding something.
She was busying herself with reading the script which I was quite sure she knew the whole cast lines off by heart already. I watched her as she tried to occupy her thoughts on something else – but what was she trying to distract herself from – this is so frustrating!
That's when it happened as I stared at her concentrating hard wondering what she was thinking I heard her say "Edward stop trying to read my mind" but her lips didn't move. Had she suddenly become a ventriloquist or was I just imagining things. She was watching me now out of the corner of her eyes trying not to be noticed.
Stare as you may Edward Cullen I'm keeping perfectly quiet my lips are sealed I realised I was reading her thoughts but not all of them just the ones she was addressing to me I saw the smile play on her ruby lips. She was doing this on purpose!
And suddenly music entered my head she was playing music in her own head and I directing it at me. How did she know? And how was she doing it? I paid no attention the door opening at the end of the hall but I watched Reese look up from the book she saw something at the back of the room and her whole body tensed.
I followed her eyes and saw what had shaken her. A woman in her early thirty's standing by the door that looked shockingly like Reese. She stood next to a tall man with curly dark hair. There was tears pouring down the woman's face.
I turned my eyes back on Reese whose hands now clenched the seat she was sitting on she was paler than usual, deathly pale. I couldn't sit there just watching even if it had nothing to do with me I could see Reese needed help she just didn't know how to ask for it.
I forgot all about what had happened a few short minutes ago and walked over to Reese who when I arrived just looked up at me with panic stricken eyes. I was lost for words all I knew is that I had to make this easier for her so I held out my hand. She took it willingly and I felt the amazing warmth of her touch.
"It's ok" I whispered.
Thank you Edward she thought.
