Aliright! Let's get started tright off the bat!
But first: I am sorry for any type-oes
Edward and Bella walked through the streets. He asked her questions like what her hobbies were, what was her family like, all of the regular questions. The whole time Bella seemed just the tiniest bit perplexed.
"I don't want to sound rude," she began "but why are you talking to me? You're obviously wealthy. People like you normally don't give me the time of day, let alone hold a conversation with me as long as you have."
Edward threw back his head. "I don't care about that "class" shit. I am a human and you are a human. There is no difference between us. So, there is no problem if we talk or anything."
Bella nodded. "You're a good person….can I ask you something else?"
"Of coarse you can!" Edward laughed.
"Why do you look so sad? You're smiling but it's just in your mouth. Your eyes look so depressed."
"Oh, I'm not going to bother you with that. It's nothing."
"I have told you all about me. You owe me." She smirked.
"Well, you asked for it. I'm going to be eighteen soon."
"You're WAY too young to care about ageing." Sighed Bella.
"You don't get it." Edward continued. "I have a fiancé…but I hate her! My dad is making me marry her for business reasons. But she is the most materialistic, annoying, leach I have ever meet! And she sleeps around like crazy! I've been hiding behind my "Christian Values" so I don't have to touch her. But no matter what I do the end result will be the same, marriage. I have just lost my will to fight. I've just accepted it."
"Wow," breathed Bella. "That's tough. Couldn't you talk to your father?
"Even if he wanted to let me out of this there's still the contract. And it's air tight." He sighed.
Bella nodded and touched his arm compassionately. Edward felt warm inside. It was something he had felt before, but not in a long time. He had almost forgotten the existence of this feeling. And thus, could not pinpoint what this feeling was.
He then glanced at the darkening sky and then at his watch. "Darn it, I have to go back home." He sighed.
"Oh, father is probably wondering why I'm not home…or at work." Bella mumbled.
"Will you be at the same place tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yes, on the weekdays I work there. On Saturdays my dad works."
"Then I'll see you tomorrow." He said. He then started walking home. Bella let out a small laugh then went on her own way.
When Edward arrived home Bernadette was not happy.
"How long does it take to talk at a courthouse? You were gone for ages!" she complained.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time." He explained.
"You look different too." She waved her fan at him.
"Fresh air does wonders." He moaned.
"Well, that's good. Y'know, I don't have to be home for an hour or two." She grinned.
'I'm counting the minutes.' He thought to himself.
"I don't want to wait anymore, and look what a beautiful night it is." She complained.
"We mustn't, my darling, it is not God's will." He pretended to look disappointed. He did not try to act well though.
"Who cares about "God's will"? Get with the times!" she moaned.
"No, I plan to go to heaven." He said. This conversation had happened many times before. He no longer bothered to put feeling into his part.
"There is always penance." She hedged.
"No you little whore!" he yelled.
The room fell dead. The conversation had never had that part in it.
"What did you just call me?" she asked.
"You heard me."
"Well," she opened her fan and put it over her face. "You are lucky you're cute. But, I am going home. You think of what you just did. I expect an apology tomorrow." And with that she left.
Edward was shocked. Had he just….won?
OH SNAP! He showed her. I wonder what will happen next? R&R