Here it is….
Chapter four of THAT girl
When I awoke this is morning I looked over my questions for Edward. I had decided upon very simple questions because last night I didn't have a stroke of rather cunning brilliance- but since I wasn't expecting anything of the sort to happen, I just stuck with what I knew. The questions I have are as follows:
What are a few unique talents you possess?
What is your full name?
What color do you favor most?
What food do you favor most?
Whom do you favor most?
I should really try to al least be a slight bit more creative, but I wrote those questions awfully late. But now I am walking to Angela's house so that we may go to the bus stop together.
It was kind of chilly this morning, even though I was wrapped in a wool coat and I wore more layers under my dress, which was also wool. Nevertheless, I hurried to Angela's because I knew they would have a nice fire already burning. January in Chicago was almost unbearably cold and with the promise of a fresh layer of snow to add the frozen streets in the air I knew it would only get colder.
Soon enough I was at Angela's house and, sure enough, there was a fire blazing. Truth be told, I have been extremely apprehensive around fire because of the recent events. I think
that this is a particularly rational feeling to have after such an experience, but I fear that it may eventually consume me entirely and make living normally impossible.
When I walked into her house, she looked up at me and smiled, unable to do more because of the food in her mouth.
"Hi," I said, acknowledging that I saw it and returned her smile.
Her parents were bustling around the house, Mr. Weber preparing for work, and Mrs. Weber checking the fire in the stove and straightening the house.
"Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Weber," I said politely to them.
"Good morning, Bella!" said Mrs. Weber cheerfully.
"How are you this morning?" Mr. Weber asked sticking to our normal morning routine.
"I am doing very well, how are you?"
"Very, cold," he said, laughingly and yet truthfully.
I laughed as well. I talked with Angela's parents until she was ready to leave.
"Good-bye girls," called Mrs. Weber as we were getting our coats on.
"Have a good day, now," said Mr. Weber as well.
We hurried to the bus, the temperature decreasing as we walked. The bus ride to school was almost unbearably long but as we neared school, my stomach started to flutter at the thought of seeing Edward once more. I have never been the one to become completely lovesick and moon over every handsome young man to walk by, so this feeling was entirely new to me.
However, he has not shown a real interest in me so perhaps I am just entirely too plain to be noticed. I haven't the slightest idea as to how to be noticed, as I've never tried before, but I also haven't the slightest idea whether I actually want to be noticed even more than I already am.
Ben was waiting at the bus stop, a block from the high school, when we arrived.
"Ben!" Angela exclaimed, when she saw him, and for a split second she looked so happy she could have just run to him and hugged him to death. Were it appropriate she might have done just that, too.
We finished the short journey to school and took our seats in the classroom. I hadn't noticed Edward come in but shortly he was sitting right next to me in our new seats and was saying, "Good morning, Bella."
"Good morning," I said, with a smile. I was about to say more but Mr. Wilds called the attention of the class.
"As it is wonderful to see you all back in class this cold morning, I would like for you to take out the questions I asked you to think of last night. If you wish to change one or two, now is the time. Otherwise, I would like you and your partner to ask each other the questions and record their answers," he said.
Edward swiftly brought out his list of questions and turned to face me.
"Would you like to interview first, Bella?" Edward asked, being the gentleman.
"I'm afraid that my questions lack any sense of originality, but I guess I shall go," I said by way of apologizing for my horrible questions.
"My first question is: are there any unique talents you possess?" I asked him, prepared to write as he spoke.
"Not unique necessarily, but I am a pretty fast runner. I can read people very well, too. Most people that is," he responded. The last comment he made kept me wondering a bit though.
"um…..my next question is: what is your full name? Like your first, middle, and last."
"Edward Anthony Masen. Terrible common, I'm afraid." (A/N: because it was a common name at the time).
"I think it's a nice name. Edward Anthony Masen," I said, trying it out, "I think it fits you well. My next question is: what color do you favor most?"
"I do not particularly favor one color or the other more. I guess I've never given it thought enough to decide upon one." (A/N: I just don't see Edward as having a FAVORITE color. I'm not sure why though. any thoughts on that because i'm at a loss?)
"Fair enough. Moving on…:what food do you favor most?"
"I haven't decided upon a particular food either. However, if I had to choose something this instant, I might say chocolate. (A/N: I'm sorry, but I gave him one of my traits CHOCOHOLIC-NESS? I don't think that is a real term though. But if I became a vampire I would still eat chocolate even if it was repulsive to me, I love it so much. Anyway……without wasting any more of your time….back to the story…)
"It isn't the healthiest of things, but yes, it is delicious," said truthfully, knowing at the same time that many girls would drop into a dead faint at the thought of a food that may induce fat of any sort. "Last question: whom do you favor most?" It wasn't until this point that I realized how personal this question was.
"Well, if you meant anybody in general I would have to say my mother because I feel she understands me and wants what's best for me more than anybody else. But if you meant a significant other, there is none."
"Oh, goodness no! I didn't mean it that way at all," I said hurriedly, blushing at my foolishness. However, I couldn't describe the flood of relief that washed through me when he said that but I was appalled that I had asked such a question without thoroughly looking at all the ways it could be received.
"It is perfectly alright whichever way you meant it. I took no offense by your question, harmless as it was. But I suppose I should interview you with my questions now." He said.
"I guess so. Ask away."
Therefore, he asked me his questions and I answered them as best as I could. They were questions about things like my favorite season of the year or if I had ever lived in another city besides Chicago. They were better than my questions in any event.
After he finished with his questions, we took turns asking each other various questions we thought of here and there. I wrote down some of his answers, hoping to include it in my project.
The conclusion of the school day came quickly that afternoon. Too quickly. I found myself wanting to stay longer and talk with Edward. I felt like I could say anything to him. He was one of the few people I felt I could be myself with, in totality. And I think I may finally be in love. Unconditionally and irrevocably…
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