the Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: #2

Pen Name: randommama

Pairing/Character(s): Bella/Angela/Edward

Rating: T

Word Count: 340

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Blast From The Past

"So who is this handsome devil?" Angela asked, holding up an old picture she'd found while rooting through a box of pictures I had yet to organize into albums.

I looked at the picture she held and smiled fondly. The memories rushed forth.

"Edward Cullen, my first love," I told her, a tinge of sadness probably evident in my voice.

"Why on earth are you not with this man? He's fine. Looks to be a good catch. Even if he wasn't, he'd still be a keeper to me just because he's gorgeous. I wouldn't mind just staring at him all day."

I couldn't help but laugh. That was typical Angela.

"No, really, Bellsy. What happened between the two of you?" She asked, now serious.

I sighed. "I wish I knew that myself. I don't really know what happened. He ended up moving away, and although we tried the long-distance romance for a while, we eventually lost touch. It might as well, since I never really felt like I belonged with him. I mean, look at him and look at me."

Angela interrupted, "Are you kidding me, girl? Don't sell yourself short. If anything, it's his loss."

"Thanks," I said meekly, still not convinced.

"I mean it. If you don't believe me, then your many admirers should convince you."

"Oh, stop. If I had so many admirers, I would think that I'd have the dates to prove it," I countered.

"You're the one that keeps turning the guys down. I think I know why. Maybe you still hold the torch for this Edward guy."

"What? No," I firmly denied. "Edward Cullen is in my past. I don't even know what happened to the guy."

"Ooh, I do," Angela exclaimed. I looked at her wide-eyed and confused.

"Speak of the devil," she wailed excitedly as she stared out the window. "Edward Cullen, the man himself, is about to ring your doorbell any second," Angela explained.

I peeked out the window and holy shit, there was Edward making his way up my driveway.

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