Hey guys!
OK. So I changed Alice's last name, it's now Ceneviva. Someone also pointed out an oversight that I made. I was thought about it for a while and finally realized that it would make sense for Edward to be a Masen, at first I wanted him to be Cullen, but it doesn't really work with the story anymore. SO that also had been changed… Sorry guys, this all must be horribly confusing.
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We sat facing each other on the terrace of the small café. Edward basically did all the talking; I just sat and starred,
"So, Bella…" I told him to call me that, I didn't like being called Miss Ceneviva .
"I didn't want to mention this before…But, um are you by any chance related to Alice Ceneviva?" I froze in place, how the heck did he know who Alice was? She only went home at about five pm everyday and was usually at my house by five am the next day, how could he have possibly even known her let alone recognize her last name? I thought about it for a moment. What should I tell him? I was taking too long; he cocked one of his perfect eyebrows, waiting.
"I am…I'm…Um…Her cousin. Yeah, from um...New York..."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Well you don't have much of an accent." He smirked, could he tell that I was lying? I was always a bad liar…
"Um, well… I know but I grew up here."
"Did you?" he laid his perfect chin on his hands.
"Y-yes." This was not going so well.
I looked down at my drink, swishing it around nervously. Edward took a sip from his drink and smiled.
"Bella?"
"Hmm?"
"Tell me the truth." Startled, I dropped my mug on the table, sending its contents onto my lap.
"Oh no." I pouted, as I reached for my napkin. But I was too late; Edward had already taken it, come around the table and started to pat it off gently. The gesture sent a wave of heat to my face and resulted in a sharp intake of breath on my part; which of course he noticed.
"Excuse me" he said, noticing my flaming red cheeks. I thought I saw him blush as well, but he turned away just as quickly.
When he sat he cleared his throat, "So, tell me…"
"Hm?"
"Who are you really?"
I groaned, "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, as a matter a fact. I do."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Will it be detrimental to you health if I don't answer?"
"No, but it would be nice to know, seeing as my mother always told me not to talk to strangers...And technically, at the moment you're a stranger and in all honesty I don't exactly feel like ignoring you right now."
I flushed, what did he mean by that? "It's a really long story you know."
"We have all day. And besides, I like long stories."
"Ok…But-"
"Please, just answer the question Bella…If that is your real name." he teased. His green eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Ok" I sighed "Fine, but I'm gonna' need another drink..."
"So let me get this straight. You are actually Isabella Marie Swan; you live in one of those big fancy mansions and you would rather be down here, in the hot dirty market…So you ran away." He contemplated this for a moment.
"Bella, you are not like other girls."
I giggled, "You're forgetting the part where I was going to be married off to an ugly old man with lots and lots of money."
He smiled, "We wouldn't want that now would we?"
My heart pounded so loudly at that moment I thought he might have heard it.
"Now what?" he asked, breaking the momentary silence.
"I'm sorry?"
"Where are you going to stay?"
"Oh. Well I was thinking I might be able to stay with Alice, Rene and Charlie…" This was actually the first time I had thought about that…minor detail.
"Oh." Was that disappointment I heard in his voice? I starred at him for a moment, attempting to read his expression to no avail.
It was getting awkward; I spoke first, "Now for my question."
His face became stern, "Who said I was answering any questions?"
I was taken aback "Um…"
He chuckled, "I'm kidding. Sorry,"
"Oh it's ok, I'm not very good with jokes" I explained
He just grinned, "What was your question?"
"Right. How do you know Alice?"
"Well, it's a long story…"
"I like long stories," I quoted. Especially when they allow me to spend more time with gorgeous boys, I added in my head.
"Hmm, I figured." For a minute I thought he meant my other comment, but I reminded myself that I hadn't said it out loud.
He took a deep breath,
"Alright, my best friend Jasper, well his sister Rosalie is engaged to Alice's brother Emmet."
He furrowed his brow, probably making sure he had his facts straight.
"Of course you must know that it's customary for a groom's family to visit that of the brides?"
I nodded.
"Well that was the night Alice and Jasper met…And that's how I know her, through my best friend Jasper Hale."
I laughed "That wasn't that long of a story."
"True." He smiled a glorious crooked smile that pretty much stopped my breathing. Inhale, exhale. I told myself, until my lungs actually followed my instructions.
"Alice never mentioned Jasper," I commented once I regained my composure.
"That's strange, seeing as they're crazy about each other." He laughed, "When they're together you'd think nobody else existed."
"I wish…" I muttered but stopped myself.
"What?" he inquired.
I hesitated, "I wish that I could find someone like that…You know like a soul mate."
"You believe in soul mates?"
"Well, yeah, I guess I do. Don't you?"
He ran his fingers through his perfect bronze hair. "I'll have to get back to you on that." His expression changed and became suddenly very soft…With a hint of something, unreadable.
He abruptly looked down and finished drinking his second cup of tea, set it down gently and looked up at me.
"We should get you to Alice's house; she's probably worried about you,"
"You're right" I agreed and stood up. I reached into my purse to leave money, but Edward insisted on paying. He was such a gentleman.
He studied the length of my dress, "Shall we?" he held out his arm, I blushed and took it gratefully.
The streets were quiet as we walked into the market place, different from what it what been only a few hours ago. Merchants were packing things up their things and there were very few people still walking around. The sun was setting in the distance and it was no longer hot and sticky, the cool breeze felt nice against my skin. Neither Edward nor I spoke, yet still I felt at ease with the silence, his presence was soothing.
"Tell me," he said softly, "Are you planning to go back home at all?"
"I'm not sure…" I mumbled; I would have to go back to get clothes, money…Then again Alice could get all my things for me. I felt a pang of guilt, she would probably be getting hell from my mother, and what if they found out she was keeping me at her house? That would be really, really bad.
"I think I might spend a week at Alice's, to get my thoughts together…Then I might go back… But I'm not sure…"
"Hmm. That sounds like a plan" he turned his head to smile at me.
"We'll be there soon; are you tired at all? It's been a long day." He asked.
"I'm fine," I replied quickly, but then noticed the sharp pains in my feet. I winced.
"Are you sure?"
"No." I laughed,
"Do you want to stop for a while?" He asked his voice slightly anxious.
"No thank you, I'll be fine for now."
There was another long silence, it lasted about ten minutes.
"We're almost there." Edward commented as we walked onto a small narrow road.
"You see the house at the corner?" He pointed down the street to where the road opened up. There, was a small, dainty home that had a lovely flower garden next to the front porch. It was surrounded by other small houses that practically looked the same.
"It's adorable" I said, mostly to myself.
"Yes, it's quite pretty here."
"Do you live around here?"
"You see that house all the way down there?" I nodded; the house looked exactly like all the other's except it was right by a little park that had an elegant pond right in the middle of it.
"That's where I live."
"It's charming." I commented.
"I think so too. Do you want to take a stroll around the park?"
"How cliché," I joked,
He made a face, "Agreed. A stroll around a park at twilight is very "cliché". I suppose if you'd rather go home…"
"No!" I exclaimed, but regained myself. "I mean, no I'd rather not go home right away."
He chuckled, "Let go then." And he took my arm again as we made our way down the street and to the park.
And that my friends was chapter 5. Ok, i know it wasnt as long as most of you would probably want it to be. but it was 5 pages on word!
Thanks for reading!
