|The Curious Case Of My Curiosity
Author: Welcome2MyWorldxoxo PM
They say curiosity killed the cat, but I disagree because my curiosity led me to him, and it didn't kill me. In fact, it did quite the opposite. A Christmas drabble about a girl and boy, and throwing caution to the wind. Mature. ExB Drabble fic.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 56 - Words: 25,455 - Reviews: 860 - Favs: 219 - Follows: 319 - Updated: 03-28-12 - Published: 12-07-11 - id: 7616199
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AN: I am trying out a drabble that came to me a few days ago. Not sure how it is going to work or how long it will be, but I hope you like it. This is unbeta'd so all the mistakes are mine
The Curious Tale Of My Curiosity.
I watched him with barely concealed curiosity as he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth biting down on the chapped skin before releasing it, letting it fill with blood. He looked self-comscious as he stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie, his gaze never lifting from the scuffed toes of his converse.
His shoulders were hunched forward like he was making a effort to stay invisible and his dark, copper hair peeked out from under his beanie, hiding his face under it. I wondered—as I did every week at this time—why he came here. The beaten, old comic book store wasn't exactly the hot spot, but with the holidays, it had turned into a Christmas wonderland.
Garlands and tinsel hung from every available surface and fairy lights flashed by the windows in hopes to coerce shoppers to buy their sons or nephews a comic book. I had even been forced to get in the holiday spirit by wearing an embarrassing Christmas hat with a bell on the end that jingled every time I moved.
I didn't even know his name, but each week he would come in, lingering in the aisles for an hour before paying for whatever comic he decided to buy, his eyes never meeting mine and his lips never moving to speak.
I didn't take it personally, telling myself that he was obviously shy, but the incessant need to know everything that piqued my interest pushed and prodded at the back of my mind, telling me to speak to him, to find out everything there was to know about him.
I knew it stemmed from more than just curiosity, but I pushed it all away, content to just watch him from a distant.
I crossed my legs on the large stool behind the register, my laptop perched in my lap as I tried to bring my attention back on the paper I had to write for class. I unravelled my earphones, as was my custom, before plugging myself in, letting the alt. rock sooth my frazzled nerves.
I let out a long sigh, letting my mind clear, and started writing.
AN: So, what do you think? Thanks for reading!