The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #14
Pen Name: thimbles
Pairing/Character(s): Bella/Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 435
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"What are we looking for?"
"Music."
"Seriously? Do you think we're in the right place?"
I lift my hand and flip him off, my gaze trained on the worn and faded covers of the old LPs I'm flipping through.
He laughs. I press my lips together to hide my smile.
From the corner of my eye, I see him wander away from the rack he was looking through. "Why can't we look at the books instead, Bella? Oh, hey …" His voice trails off—he's probably stumbled across a battered copy of some science-fiction novel he's already got an even more battered copy of on his bookshelf.
I direct my attention back to my search.
Bowie … The Smiths … Michael Jackson … James Browne … Billy Joel … Ugh.
It looks like these racks are just filled with more of the same old stuff I could find at any garage sale on a Saturday morning. What a waste of time.
I look up, watching Edward run his finger across the cracked spines lining the shelves, his cheek lifted with his smile. Okay, so maybe it's not been a complete waste of time.
Abandoning my search, I creep up beside him. My stealth is unnecessary—he's completely lost in the titles in front of him, muttering them as he catalogues them. "Asimov … Bradbury … Clarke … Ugh."
His apparent disgust makes me smile. Apparently I'm not the only one disappointed by the oh-so standard second-hand fare on offer here.
He shakes his head and wipes his nose on the sleeve of his jumper. "Bella?"
"Yeah?"
He jumps away from me, his eyes wide. "You scared the shit out of me."
I giggle. "Really? I couldn't tell. Is that why you about jumped out of your skin?"
It's his turn to flip me off. "You're such a brat."
I shrug. "I know. But you love me anyway."
He slings an arm across my shoulders. "That I do."
"They've got shit-all here."
He sighs. "I know. What do you wanna do now?"
I watch the rain pound its tiny fists against the window of the store. The footpath has become a dirty grey river, slick with greasy rainbow swirls, and we parked a good ten minute walk away. I scan the street, and the bright pink and green signage across the street and a few doors down catches my eye.
I turn to Edward, and he's grinning, having already figured out what I'm about to say.
He pulls me closer, tucking me under his arm as he pushes open the door. "Let's go get you a cupcake, Cupcake."
jumper = sweater; footpath = sidewalk.
Thanks for reading! Twenty down, five more to go ... Shell x