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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight but I am now the proud owner of the New Moon Soundtrack
I fumbled around in the darkness for the brass doorknob, finding it and stumbling inside. Tonight's events were replaying over and over in my head, Edward the main feature, the moonlight shone through the window. Illuminating everything silver in colour, the light bouncing off the small photograph on the side table, sending me into deeper emotional turmoil. After hanging my cloak up I headed for the stairs, pacing each step with care, paranoid that, me, tripping over would wake mother. Mercifully I made it up the stairs with no injury. Tiredness crept over me, closing my eyes I felt sleep overcome me. I felt something warm rub against my side, I opened one eye to see Clive staring me straight in the face and meowed, loudly, I sighed and got up realising my night gown was caked in dirt, last night's events rushed back to me. Dusk was just setting, how could I have slept for so long, wouldn't mother waken me? I looked at the large clock in the corner of my room, I gasped, how could it be 4:30 already, my shift at Ruby's Diner started soon. I made my way down stairs; a tatty piece of paper, wedged between two panels in the parlour caught my attention. Pulled it out my eyes scanned over the message, my mother's familiar scrawl engraved the page "I have gone out with Mr Mcore for the day; I shall be back after you get home from work, mother". This was not an irregular occurrence, mother commonly went out with me, I didn't mind what the suburb had to say about it, it kept my mother happy, and after father had passed that all that mattered. I looked down at my feet, noticing Clive's absence; he must have given up on me, I yawned loudly stretching my arms out, trying to get rid of all the kinks in my back from falling over yesterday night, or was it this morning? I had no way of telling so I went back up stairs to dress for work,
The diner was as hectic as ever, though it being Independence Day, that was to be expected. Though the fact that I slept through schooling was poor, and I defiantly shan't tell mother about it. A group of men in the corner of the diner, Demanded more cider, If they drank anymore I was sure they would lose all coherency. His face was flushing slightly from all the alcohol he was consuming. He start speaking vulgar things about me, Jacob, a kind boy from the outskirts of Chicago, sitting at a neighbouring table shot glares at him. Jacob may be young, but he doubled the size of the customer, the pink-faced man looked down. I took that as my opportunity to hurry back to the kitchen
It didn't seem like long before the last customer left, after the confrontation with Mr Black the pink-faced man left, leaving me to clean up all the alcohol they spilt over the furnishing.
I balanced the two wine glasses between my fingers, rolling them over each other occasionally. It's times like this you appreciate silence, the sound of the rain hitting the windows was deafening. I had always despised of closing up the diner. But it was part of my job, and if I wished to keep my mother and I out of the slums of Chicago, the chair screeched as it dragged across the wooden floor as I picked it up, going as fast as I can. Trying to go as fast as possible, the sooner finished the sooner I am home I chanted to myself. Putting the last chair up, the moonlight illuminated, making the kitchen have an aerie glow. I hung up my apron and grabbed my cloak; the winter material was heavy on my shoulders. Flecks of rain hit my hands as I opened the door, shadows cast over the alley way, stealing my last glance inside the diner, the large grandfather clock catching my eye, 12:30 read boldly. I knew a girl shouldn't be out at this hour, let alone walking home without an escort. I pushed the heavy door closed; twisting my key making sure it was locked, turned around headed home, my shoes tapping along the concrete. I sensed something behind me, I started walking faster. Something rubbed against my leg, I screamed and flattened my back against the alley wall, only to look down and see it was just Seymour the neighbourhood cat. I bent down and scratched the top of his head; it was comforting having him here, which I knew was ridiculous, he couldn't do anything to help me if something happened. He meowed loudly, the sound echoing off the alley walls.
I reached the centre of town, the street lights making me feel minimally safer.
"Isabella" I heard my name being called I tensed up, drawing my cape tighter around me, I heard footsteps behind me, I quickened my pace.
"Isabella" I heard my name being called again, this time I recognised the voice. It was that whom was owned by Edward, I heard footsteps approaching. I stopped in my tracks and swivelled on my heels, to face him.
"Why didn't you turn around" he gasped, puffing from running to catch up to me.
"Edward its 12:30 at night not really a usual time for people to be up and awake" saying his first name aloud,
"you missed school" he mused, "I had plans to walk with you" my heart fluttered, surely that was still just a friendly gesture. Why would he express any interest in me, I was plain, and every girl, prettier than I was, fawning over him.
"Edward shouldn't you be at home, sleeping, you will be so tired for school tomorrow" I frowned "and besides how did you know I would be walking late tonight, I can't have you coming to my rescue every time I am walking unescorted".
"Dear Isabelle, school won't be a problem considering its Friday" he chuckled; I could feel my cheeks staining red. "Also I saw you working when I was running an errand for mother, and thought you would be leaving late, without an escort" he said, his eyes filling with concern. "still, I don't mind walking such a beautiful lady as you to safety". "How about we take the longer way home, I know your mother is not home, and I feel I must keep you company".
I looked down, embarrassed by the fact that he knew the advents of my mother, I had never been embarrassed by her, but it felt right to be after today I had learned he came from such a rich, and powerful family. It felt shameful; he noticed my reaction and changed the subject quickly.
"How was work" his tone rushed and desperate
"fine I guess" I said lamely, "but I'm sure your night was more eventful".
His mouth formed a hard line, "no, not really, just having mother badger me about whom I will take to the evening dance this week coming".
"Oh" I said feeling guilty for my lack of response, he laughed bitterly
"when really the girl is just beside me and yet I have no courage" he said almost to himself, the comment confused me, but I chose to ignore it.
By now we were approaching my front door, the lantern flickered above us
"Isabella I have something to ask of you" Edward spoke gently, "would accompany me to the dance"
I thought my heart would jump out of my throat "Edward", I started