AN: sry for the wait. i just saw the last episode of Grey's Anatomy with a friend of mine on YouTube.in English. i understood what Cristina was saying, but Burke (???) was more difficult...his words were slurred, but i understood the meaning. i'm sooooo sad. today me and 2 of my friends did a paper on U.S.A. don't say that word again! i officially hate America (not offense). how many wars did they do??????????????????????????????????i have to study them all!!!!!!!!!
somebody shoot me now!
i got less reviews...but i still loved them! thanks so much! i have a wish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i'd like to have, from now on, at least 10 reviews for chap pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! with a cherry on top (i don't really understand what does mean...but it seems innocent enough...and then...ppl always say it, even in OTH!)
anw thanks to my wonderful, marvelous, amazing, awesome...i finished the words...beta!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When they arrived home, Carlisle went to his office, reading, Esme assumed.
She stood in the middle of the hallway, thinking briefly about the hunt. The thrill of the kill. The emotions she felt when she held a deer, the warm blood in her mouth, sending an electric shock through her body. And then the marvelous feeling of the speed, the wind on you're face, the wildness but at the same time the control you have. You see everything, you absorb everything, every detail, every touch, every color, every sound, every smell.
Esme thought about the smells she captured in the forest. How the trees were musky, intense but in the background, eclipsed by others, no better, but surely more powerful scents. The animals. The deer was delicate but quite satisfying, like a marguerite. She liked it, very much.
It occurred her then that she didn't explore the house before. She decided to start with the living room.
She walked in only to be greeted by a boy. The same young boy she vaguely remembered being in the room when she woke up. He was beautiful, different than Carlisle. He was tall and lean, childish in his features, but strong and marked. She could tell by the deepness of his golden eyes, he wasn't as young as he appeared.
"Hello Esme, how are you today?" he asked, lifting his head from the book he was reading, turning to her, smiling a big smile. A teenage smile.
She smiled herself, at his sight and at the sound of that wonderful, so velvety, so silkily, so alluring.
"Hello" she said, adding no more as she didn't know his name.
He got up from the sofa, walking gracefully toward her, his hand outstretched as if to shake hers.
She extended her hand too, but he didn't do what she expected. He took her hand, cradling it gently with the other hand, and then placed the lightest kiss on her palm.
"I'm Edward, Edward Masen" he then made a funny face and gasped. "Oh, I forgot. Now it's Cullen" he said, realizing he still held her hand.
She kept smiling, almost giggling at his funniness. He lightened the mood.
"I'm Esme, Esme Platt Evenson" she responded, accustomed to say her husband's surname too.
"Nice to meet you Esme, finally" he said, a small smile still on his lips.
"Nice to meet you too". She lowered her head.
She looked around, noticing the expensive furniture, in dark, shiny wood. The fluffy sofas, the bright chandelier. On the sofa, she saw, was a book.
"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your reading. Please go on. I'll just go looking around" she moved, turning to leave but he caught her forearm, turning her to face him.
"Please Esme, let me show you around. You've been here for almost a week and I haven't had the chance to actually meet you, or talk with you properly.
We'll probably spent the eternity together, let at least talk some" he said, smiling playfully.
She smiled too, she liked him already "Alright then, show me".
"Well, well, well, let the tour begin. I think we should start with." he trailed off, putting a finger on his chin, looking as if in deep thought. He was quite funny to watch. Esme giggled.
Then, he drummed his fingers and said "I know! We'll start with the most important part of the house. The heart, the center! The. living room!".
"But we're already in the living room" she said.
"Better. We don't have to move" he said, jokingly, smirking a lopsided grin.
"Right" she agreed.
And so the tour began.
Edward proceeded to narrate every single story about every single piece of furniture.
And then he did so with the books too.
They stayed in the living room for an entire day and Esme didn't even noticed when Carlisle went out. She was to entranced by Edward's stories. He was a good teller.
In the afternoon he finally stopped.
"Have you finished?" she asked him smiling.
"Yes, I have" he responded. She didn't know who had their cheeks hurting more now, her or him. She hadn't stopped smiling once since yesterday.
"What time is it?" she asked him, looking around the room searching for a clock.
He turned toward the library, where on shelf there was pendulum.
"It's three o'clock"
Esme's eyes went wide with surprise.
"You mean, we stayed here a whole day?" she asked.
He nodded.
"Apparently" .
"So" he continued "do you want to see the rest of the house?" he asked her.
"No thank you, we have already spent a day in here, let's take an intermission. " she said, getting up from the floor and brushing her clothes from the eventual dust.
She looked around, abruptly remembering of Carlisle.
"He's at the hospital" Edward said.
She turned around to face him.
"I wasn't searching for him" she lied confidently, an innocent expression on her face.
Edward grinned her "Yes, you were" he said, slightly bowing his head.
"And how could you know? You're not in my mind" she said arrogantly, half jokingly.
"Oh I believe I am" he whispered, almost as if he talking to himself and didn't wanted to be heard by her.
"What?" she asked, taken a little back by his words.
"I read minds" he said, simply, as if he was talking about the flowers in the garden.
"What?" she repeated, her eyes even wider.
"I can read minds, Esme. I have to admit it, yours is fairly interesting. I see what Carlisle found in you" he said.
She was embarrassed by that last comment about Carlisle, but this reminded her about the doctor.
"So, mind reader, where is Carlisle?" she asked, like a know it all little girl.
"I've already told you. At the hospital. You should know he's a doctor since he was the one who cured you when you broke your leg" he said.
Of course, she felt so stupid for not having thought about it yet.
In that moment, she felt a pain. In her throat. A heavy lump, which occupied her thoughts, her feelings. A need, an urge. She had to satisfy it, now.
She knew what could have quenched that feeling. That delicate and marguerite like scent. A soft, tender, warm deer. She savored the memory of the taste in her mouth.
But she didn't feel ready to hunt alone, not yet.
She looked up at Edward. He was so young. He was funny, charming and beautiful. But she didn't feel safe with him.
She needed protection. Someone who could advice her, correct her without making feel her uneasy.
A father. A friend.
"When will Carlisle be home?" she asked Edward, not succeeding to hide the curiousness in her voice.
"I think sometime between six and seven. Why?" he asked her.
She shrugged.
"No reason, just curious. I want to learn the schedules in this house, if I'm going to stay her for some time" she half lied.
"Definitely a long time. If you wish, that's it." He said, bowing his head once more, while leaving her in the living room.
She started leaving the room herself, intending to go to her bedroom when it occurred her.
She didn't have a bedroom. Or if she has, she didn't know where it was.
Edward was long gone, somewhere she didn't know, and didn't intend to know.
She looked around the room once more, and then, after giving a long, deep sigh, she plopped down on the sofa, her hand folded on her knees, looking around the room completely bored.
And so she waited till Carlisle went home.
It was hard, but finally she hear the most wonderful sound in the world.
The keys noisily clattered in the lock. Quiet steps echoed in the hallway. Esme turned her head expectantly to the arch that collected the hallway to the living room.
Then she heard a deep, tired sigh.
And then she saw a shadow approaching upon the floor. She looked up and saw the thing she was waiting for since three o'clock.
"Oh" he said surprised "Hello, Esme".
She smiled.
An: ok here's a scenes from my study session today.
Me: we have to cut some Presidents.
Friend: sure.
Me: ok.let's start.
Friend: we have to do Nixon
Me: nodding. but we have to do Kennedy
Friend: sure...john fi...what?
Me:Fitzerald.
Friend:oooooh...yeeeeeeeeah.
Me:oh we have to do Reagan, he's about the cold war.
Friend: we can't cut out Bush sr!
Me: Clinton is important, he's very recent.
Friend: Bush is the actual and I need to talk about him when i say about the Iraq War. oh and i need Carter too! For the Afghanistan thing!
Me: ok so how many have we cut out?
Friend: uhmmmmmmmmm
Me:uhmmmmmm
Friend: no one.
Me: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (start slamming head against the desk)
i hate UsA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (NOT REALLY...I ONLY HATE STUDYING IT)
HOPE YOU ENJOY IT
BACI
Marta