I've much to tell about Edward Anthony Mason but it is very hard to put into words. He seems to be the perfect young man, and comes close to being just that. However, there is more to him than perfection.
He's exceptional at most everything he does. And yet he has a modesty about himself that is unusual in a wonderfully sweet way. His mind seems to work very fast and he asks me questions sometimes that seem highly unimportant but he finds a way later to make them fit into something well thought out. Sometimes it is as if I understand exactly what is going on in his mind and other times it is impossible to even read his expressions.
He takes his time doing things such as conveying his thoughts or completing an action but he always manages to save the day right on time. He is Edward and that in itself is its own simple description.
In as little time as I have been at this school, I am actually able to call Edward Masen my friend because he has such a persona that makes him easily liked by all.
He listens to what I have to say and be so intent on it that you cannot help but wonder if what you are saying is truly as fascinating as he makes it seem. Or he'll divulge you with one of his own stories and it takes you somewhere else. Like a father, I am sure he could comfort anybody and like a friend, I'm sure he could advise anybody and like a true hero, I'm sure he'll always be there for anybody at all.
I am positive he has sins and faults to deal with because everybody on this earth does. He has not yet reached excellence in every worldly task and no doubt never will, but the world seems brighter whenever he smiles.
Edward is a true gentleman and far too many are not like him. He is such a genuine person that hopefully the world won't try to be rid of him before his time is truly up.
It is exceedingly hard to define a single person to include every detail, and with Edward, it is a tad harder. Nevertheless, I am thankful to call him my friend.
That is the outcome of my letter to Mr. Wilds due tomorrow. However, it sounds as if I am confessing my undying love. I hope neither Mr. Wild nor Edward see it as such. I plan to discuss it with him today at school as we were informed to do. I wonder if he'll like it.
However, this letter is written from me in such a way that I cannot be entirely sure if it really IS NOT a confession of my love for Edward. Because that it the conclusion I've just come to. I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. (A/N: italicized words in that sentence are from Twilight, not my own words. Stephenie Meyer owns that sentence.)
Of course, I shouldn't be so enamored with this one boy. It shouldn't matter in such a large part of what he will like. Because, not only with the letter, but with everything lately it seems as though I am asking myself what I think his opinion will be on it. From what dress I am wearing to which foods I bring to lunch even all the way to what my own thoughts are on something.
My mother was so right about the things she said yesterday. He is an absolutely lovely man. And you really don't ever know about these things.
By this time, I've eaten breakfast an am otherwise ready to walk to Angela's for our ride to school.
I say my farewells to my parents and they walk me out the door. And then I stopped.
Because there, in front of our house, is a buggy. That may not seem as remarkable as I am making it out to be, but it is more who is driving said buggy that is remarkable.
That is because none other than Edward Masen is driving it.
"Good morning, Bella," Edward calls. I am too stunned to speak. "Lovely to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Swan as well."
I am still noticeably floored by his unannounced presence but then I catch the "again" in his sentence and wonder if it is as unannounced as I thought.
"Bella, would you like a ride to school? From me?" he stated his thoughts and sounded so unsure. As if he stopped breathing to hear my decision.
I turned to my parents, a confused and highly questioning look in my eyes. "Bella, don't be rude dear, this young man has gone out of his way to ensure you a ride to school," my father replied to my puzzled gaze.
"Yes Bella, honey, don't leave this young man out in the cold for too long. Or surely he, along with his marvelous horses, will freeze to their deaths," my mother said, providing more encouragement to climb into Edward's buggy and let him take me to class.
The idea of it tickled them so much in fact, that they practically pushed me over to Edward.
He had climbed out of his seat since then and was now helping me into the other seat.
"Thank you," was all I could manage to say.
"Have a good day a school, Bells," my dad called, using his favorite nickname for me. One that I've has since I was a tiny child.
I turned and waved good-bye to them and then faced Edward.
"This is quite unexpected," I say to him.
"Oh," he said back sounding a bit hurt. "I didn't wish to startle you; I just thought you might want a change in you transportation arrangements to school. And from, if you like. I made sure to talk to Angela, Ben, and your parents of course. But if you want, I promise to never do it again," he said the last part quickly, as if I might try to banish him from my sight immediately and tell him to never even so much as look my direction ever again.
What a silly notion. Utterly absurd.
"Of course, if you really would like to, you could take me home again. I don't mind at all. It just caught me off guard to see you in from of my house this morning. However, it is an exceedingly pleasant surprise."
He seemed pleased with that and soon we were at school. Much like the trip back to my house yesterday, we talked about simple things, but they made for a good conversation.
I know in my heart that I love Edward Masen, and even if he doesn't return that exact sentiment, I know that we will still have our friendship.
In class, I say Angela and Benjamin talking in a corner of the room. I waved at them and shot a quick glance at Angela of annoyance. She ducked her head in embarrassment.
She had known all along that Edward was going to come to my house this morning and somehow she failed to mention that when we had talked the evening before when she came by my house to make sure I was feeling well.
"Please class, take your seats," Mr. Wilds began as usual. "You all know that your letters are due tomorrow and I hope to see excellent work come from all of you excellent people." With that, he finished and left us to our school duties.
"Edward, I've finished my letter but I need to verify it with you, just to see what you think about it."
"That sounds perfect Bella. Whatever you have written has probably transformed plain ol' Edward Masen into a book worthy person. Anything you do seems to have that effect on the world around you," he replied, causing me to blush furiously at the comments.
"Okay then, here goes. 'I've much to tell about Edward Anthony Masen…'"
Throughout the entire letter, Edward didn't say a word. He simply listened patiently occasionally raising an eyebrow at all the praise I had given his exceptional human character.
When I was through speaking he said, "You are a wonderful writer. Your letter is beautiful, but are you sure we are talking about the same Edward? I'm not one to exactly call myself a noble savior."
"But you are. Or at least it seem like a close enough to proper conclusion to draw."
He again raised an eyebrow but offered no further commentary. Instead he said, "I suppose I should read you my letter now, then…"
End of chapter 8 of THAT girl. It's sort of a cliffy. Makes you wonder what Bella's beloved Edward has to say in his letter. Next chapter up soon, and hopefully you won't have to wait in anticipation for too long.
-IsabellaMarieAntoinette:)