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Pursuit of Gaiety

Chapter 2

Edward Cullen

BPOV

Those greens eyes were penetrating. I felt like I could drown in them, forever exploring the depths of them. The greenness of them, they were like a set of matching emeralds, fit for a queen. He broke away all too soon.

"Excuse me, are you alright?" He repeated his question, setting me on my feet. He looked troubled, angry, and faraway. His perfect brows knitted in a furrow.

"I …Uh …Yes, I'm f-fine," I stuttered, even his frown was so beautiful. I felt immensely stupid. Men don't fall and let other men catch them. Men also don't daydream about how beautiful other men's frowns were. Bella, you're a man now, act manly, or say good-bye to your dreams. I kicked myself.

"Good, because I don't want you to fall on my piano sheets," He told me, bending down gracefully to pick up some music sheets that were on the ground. Had he not grasped me when I was falling, I would've definitely crushed his sheets.

I didn't know why a sharp stab slashed across my chest when he said that, of course he didn't save me from falling because he cared about me, he probably didn't. After all, I was only a stranger, a klutzy stranger who daydreams about other people's frowns. It was the sheets he cared about. I knew I was being silly, but I couldn't help it.

He looked at me once more; the frown softened a little, and started for his piano. He began to play.

It was truly the most wonderful music I have ever heard. I slowly inched my way across the room to where his piano stood, grand and majestic, in the middle of a broken down classroom, just like the boy himself. I watched as he skimmed his fingers lightly across the keys, like a swan swimming across a still lake. The melody filled the air with sweetness and sucked my breath out. I instantly felt faint. His rich bronze hair was swaying gently with the small breeze that was coming in from the only window in the classroom. His face was smoothened out, a calmness taking place of his previous frown. His mesmerizing green eyes concentrated on the piece he was playing. His foot stepped on the pedal, in time with the melody. He looked like a god in this dusty old classroom. I quickly composed myself. Of course, this was only the second best music out there. I would be the best.

Still feeling a little dreamy, I made my way across to the other piano and began to play my piece. I always get lost, pulled deep into my music when I played. It was like another world. A different world, one of peace, freedom, and a calmness beyond imagination. It was my world. Today was no exception. When I finished my piece, I looked up to find the same set of green emeralds looking at me curiously. He was gently leaning against my piano. I gasped softly. He chuckled as he must've heard. His muscles were glinting in the dim sunlight.

Bella, you're a man, screw his muscles. I tried to reason with myself.

But I'm not a man! Another part from within me spoke out.

I shook my head in disgust at myself. I was here to achieve my goals, make my dreams a reality. Not swoon over a pretty boy.

"Interesting piece," The god-like boy commented, he was leaning against my piano.

"Uh … Huh?" I was too scared to look at his face, to me drowned once more in his eyes.

"I said, interesting piece, your music," He explained for me. I must've looked like a dimwit!

"Um, thanks … Er …," I mumbled. The class turned to look at me, then decided I wasn't interesting enough and got back to their own work.

I was blushing; I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

"How rude of me, I've forgotten to introduce myself, I'm Edward Cullen," He held out his hand politely. "And you are ..?"

"Oh, er, I'm Isaac, Isaac Swan," I took his hand and shook it. My hands were swallowed up in his grasp.

"Isaac, pleased to meet you. You play very well," He smiled, his white teeth teasing the sunlight, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little. The fireworks went off inside me.

No, Bella. Don't even think about it. How could this heavenly god ever take an interest to you? Anyways, you're a man in his eyes. So unless he's gay … No, that's not possible, he's probably a playboy with those looks.

I frowned. "Thank you, Edward. You play well, too."

He just gave me one more dazzling smile before he straightened himself and strolled towards his piano.

All I could think of during the rest of the day were his eyes and smile. And his melodious piano piece. Especially his piece, and how he looked when he played. I kicked myself internally several times that day.

When my first day at Forks Boys' High School finally ended, I returned to the office and handed in my slip to the lady.

"How did your first day go, dear?" She had asked, with another plastic smile.

"It was good," No need to tell her the details.

"That's wonderful, Isaac, I hope you have a good time here. Here is your dorm key and number," She handed me two keys and another slip of paper as she waved at me again.

That woman has a serious thing for waving and fake smiles, I thought as I walked out towards my truck. I quickly glanced at the slip she gave me.

Dorm 3 Room 8

EPOV

A small wind blew into the classroom and my piano sheets scattered onto the floor. Just as I was about to pick them up, I heard a small yelp, next to me, a boy whose face I didn't recognize was falling down. Without thinking, I held out both my arms and reached for him. I managed to catch him just in the nick of time. The young fellow looked scared to death. I looked down at him, yes, this was a new student. Not a face I recognized.

Very slowly and carefully, the boy opened his eyes, one at a time. He had the brownest eyes, deep and full of warmth. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I pulled him up straight.

"Are you alright?" I asked. I didn't know what force drove me to save him. I glanced down and saw my piano sheets. They were so precious to me. But I knew I didn't save him for the sake of my piano sheets. All I had been thinking of was, not him, when I rushed to save him. Could I possibly have turned gay? In such a short period of time? No, it can't be. I frowned. This was merely another boy in class. Nothing more than that.

The boy looked blank for a few seconds. Was he incoherent? He looked shocked, then confused, then embarrassed. He blushed a little. Those tints of pink on his cheek made his whole face glow. Oh, no, could I possibly be turning gay?

"Excuse me, are you alright?" I asked again. Understanding lit his eyes once more.

"I …Uh …Yes, I'm f-fine," He stuttered. The blush deepened.

"Good, because I don't want you to fall on my piano sheets," I picked up my piano sheets in one scoop.

He grimaced. Did somewhere hurt? Did he sprain his ankle during the fall?

I didn't know what more there was to say so I returned to my piano and began to play. The song I played was a piece I wrote myself. I had named it Follow the Willows. I named it for my mother.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the new boy was staring at me. I ignored him and continued to play, allowing my music to flow through the room. I always thought of my mother, Esme, when I played. She had encouraged me to play since I was a small child. I grew to love music because of her. I was eternally grateful to my mother for giving me the chance to explore with music, to understand music.

But she had died two years ago in a terrible car accident. I traveled all the way over to Forks to escape the painful memories of the accident; music was the only painless memory I had of her.

I tried to clear my head and concentrate on the piece I was playing.

Focus, Edward, focus. Do this for Esme.

After I finished my piece, I noticed that the new boy was smiling smugly in my direction. Did he think he was better than I? I smiled to myself in amusement.

He strolled over to the other piano across the room and began to play. His song was rich and joyous and full of life, making me feel like laughing out loud since the year my mother died. It was a very different type of music from mine.

I was drawn to his music, and without realizing it, I was already leaning against his piano, drawing in his joy.

Finally, he finished his playing.

"Interesting piece," I told him. No, it was much more than interesting; it was joyous, exciting, full of life, magnificent … But those words sounded odd in casual conversation.

"Um, thanks … Er …," He muttered. He blushed an awful lot. Then I realized, he didn't even know my name.

"How rude of me, I've forgotten to introduce myself, I'm Edward Cullen," I held out my hand for him to shake. "And you are ..?" I trailed off suggestively.

"Oh, er, I'm Isaac, Isaac Swan," He blushed again and shook my hand. His skin felt warm and delicate.

"Isaac, pleased to meet you. You play very well."

"Thank you, Edward. You play well, too," He ducked his head.

Looking at him once more, I made my way back to my piano and started playing again. Isaac seemed like an interesting enough fellow.

Once school was over, I collected my sheets and made my way towards the dorms. I turned at Dorm 3 and kept on walking. Finally, when I reached Room 8, I pulled out my key and turned the lock. Home sweet home.

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