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20th of June, ABC

I watch in complete agony as Eric practices his new lawn bowls technique. It involves spinning around in a circle three times and then punting his bowl from his hand directly onto the lawn. I'm sure Isaac Newton is happy with humanity's understanding of gravitational pull right now.

Coming back to my thoughts, I decide to construct a plan to maybe spark conversation with Edward today. I mean, I managed to do it last week, how hard can it be to do it again.

His little good samaritan, damsel in distress move he pulled earlier on the walk may be contributing to my newfound bravery.

I go through conversation starters in my head;

Have you ever been to a coal plant?

What's your opinion on newspapers?

How many of your pets have died?

Who do you think-

"Did you light a bin on fire?"

My impeccable socialisation instinct seems to just jump right out of my mouth.

Edward pulls his left earbud out of his ear and turns to face me on the bench.

"What?" His brows are furrowed.

"Did you light a bin on fire?"

"Uh no."

"Weren't you expelled from your old school?"

"Oh that's right."

I motioned to him for further explanation.

"I didn't light a bin on fire, it was a rubbish bag."

I look at Edward with the same expression of confusion that he showed me before.

"So a bin, without the bin part?"

"You're correct."

"Why?"

"Boredom?"

"You're going to have to give me more than that."

Edward sighs before speaking again.

"I was on probation I guess from another incident and I had to empty all the small bins outside. I had to do this afterschool and I was bored as shit, so I lit one on fire for science."

"For science huh?"

Edward nods in affirmation.

"What did you conclude from that?"

"Plastic melts and smells like shit when it's burnt."

"You've got some real scientific potential there."

He lightly chuckles, shaking his head.

"You're locked in this school forever now then."

"What do you mean?"

His eyebrows furrow again.

"They legally can't expel you from public schools. Lit fire to a bag of rubbish and the bin and they can't do anything"

He turns his head to the ground and smiles lightly again.

"I guess you're stuck with me."

Yes. And I am not at all complaining.


notes: im calling this chapter 4, part 2 because it didn't feel right in edward's point of view. i know it's super short, i just needed to get it out there. hope you enjoy my sporatic updating! sorry to disappoint anyone but, it's so much less frustrating writing in bpov and will probably continue for the forseeable future mwah. edward is an angsty and moody little shit to write.

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