The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 12
Pen Name: twilly | Pairing/Character(s): Edward/Bella | Rating: T | Word Count: 493
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Signs
"Edward, I wanna tell you a secret." She stops and sets a hand on his shoulder, wildly swinging her index finger between herself, him, and everywhere else. In the most obvious stage whisper ever seen, she says, "You probably don't realize this, but I'm a little bit drunk.
His eyes crinkle with his indulgent smile. "Are you sure? How do you know?"
"I gave myself a field sobriety test in the bathroom while I was waiting for you. I know how to do that because I've watched Cops. Plus my dad is a cop. It's generic."
"Wow, I didn't know that was a genetic trait."
"Yep. It is." She starts to nod, but then her eyes go wide with excitement. "Oh my god, Edward, nodding is so much fun. It's like my head is a bobble head and my neck is a spring. Watch!" Her entire body teeters as she rolls her head around.
He chuckles at her antics. She's usually reserved and stoic, but a couple of lemon drops and her natural enthusiasm pokes through. "Slow down there Bobble-Bella." He hold on to her arms, keeping her more balanced. "You'll make me dizzy."
"Ha-ha. That's funny cause you didn't even drunk...drinked tonight. Thanks for comin' to get me. You're the only one I want taking advantage of me." She exaggerates air quotes before realizing what she's said. "I mean...I don't wants anyone to. But you can if you want to. No. I didn't mean it. I'm not like secretly in love with you and want you to make passionate love to me against the wall in this nasty subway and tell me that you've always wanted me. Nope. Is just cause I'm drunk!"
She waves her hand in front of his face and makes a high-pitched sound. "It's erased now. Never happened."
"What never happened?" Inside his chest, his heart is pounding. He wonders whether it would be right to use this secret she's let slip when she sobers up or if he should wait for her to make the first move.
She looks at him, confused. "I just told you I have a secret crush on you."
"You did? I don't remember that."
"Phew. That would be embarrassing."
"Come on." He tugs her toward the stairs.
She steps on the first stair and stops abruptly. She points to a sign with an arrow pointed toward the street-level exit. "What do you think that means?"
"Uh...it means these stairs go up to the street?"
"Which other way way can these stairs go? People need a sign to tell them which way stairs go? It's stupid."
He chuckles at her seriousness while guiding her up the steps. "Maybe it's for emergencies."
"If you're too stupid to know which way stairs go, you deserve to die."
"Good point. Come on. We need to get you home and in bed."
She smirks at him, teasing, "You wanna take me to bed?"
"Yes."
I don't know whether to hope she doesn't remember a thing or that she remembers every freaking detail in the morning.
GeekChic12 looked it over and made all the people at Target wonder why I was grinning so much.