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The Shy and the Oblivious
by Anton M.
Vernal rain was pouring down on the old-established mansion, bole-coloured paint flaking off from the enormous walls. In spite of its size, this Gothic style 19th century chateau was not a fancy place to live, for it was cold, clammy and self-induced sounds of unknown origin. The squared windows were vast, but didn't facilitate brightening the rooms. Bella's room was placed on the second floor of this enormity. Years ago, she'd insisted on obtaining the smallest of rooms, and yet, it still seemed eerie in its greatness.
"Would you please – please – sit still? I'm warning you, this is Bella holding scissors. Bella, ring any bells? Your almighty best friend who will cut off your ear if you won't stop fidgeting," the brown-haired girl huffed, amused by Edward's childish behaviour. She insisted on cutting Edward's hair short for the scout camp they were supposed to drive off to together. Her belongings were already packed, just as Edward's were.
Edward lived downhill with his parents and unbelievably big family. Prior to contrary belief, neither of them was particularly well off. Bella knew how difficult it was for her parents to preserve this huge inherited place, and refused to ask for pocket money when there was even the slightest chance that she could find a part-time job next to high-school.
The man with untamed reddish hair huffed back, "You–you're the one who-who wanted to cut off my–my reasonably long hair."
"Reasonably long? Are you kidding me? I almost confused you with a monkey the other day."
Edward gripped Bella's wrist, showing enough force for stop her, but not hurting her. "D–did you just co-compare me... to–to a monkey?"
Bella hesitated, a smile threatening to turn into laughter. "Yes?"
"Ta–take... take it back," Edward uttered, a tilted smirk covering his lips.
"Take, it, back."
"I think it's perfectly reasonable to draw comparisons... bet–ween t–t...things... t–that –" the scissors flew out of her palm as Edward's hands moved to her waist, tickling her fiercely. Her body hunched forward, breaths coming out unevenly, and laughter getting lost in her rapid breathing. She was soon locked in between Edward and the ancient red carpet.
Edward's hands were grasping Bella's wrists, pressing them securely on the carpet on either side of Bella's head. He straddled her without any difficulty. "Ta–take it back."
"No?" she replied dubiously this time, distracted by his proximity. She wasn't used to seeing Edward without his plastic-framed glasses on, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his green ones when he did decide to 'rest his eyes,' as he called it. They were almost unbearably close.
"T-take it back, or I–" Edward's voice halted, "or I'll–"
Bella smiled slyly, her words uncharacteristically imprudent, "Or you'll what – stutter me to death?"
A warm flush heat up Edward's neck, spreading to his cheeks. Bella immediately felt guilty for her innocent words, she had no reason to allude to his disability, even if it was harmless. Edward released the grip he had on Bella, and stood up.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to –"
"It's fine," Edward shrugged dismissively, placing his glasses back on and hiding his eyes from her.
Bella's throat tightened. "No, it's not fine! I had no reason to... to imply that..."
"Lo–look, I sa-aid it's fi–fine, al-alright?" Edward raised his fisted arms, and punched the table, a book slipping to the stony ground. Bella raised her body up, her eyes filling with unshed tears. She hated seeing him beating himself up like that, especially now that she knew who he wanted to become after high-school.
"I'm sorry..." she repeated, feeling guilty for this silly situation. "You know it doesn't bother me."
"Oh, ye–yeah? Then why did–did... you have to–to bring it up?" Edward stammered, gulping as he shove a hand through his hair. Bella felt warm on her cheek as a tear trailed its way down, alighting on the back of her hand. She swallowed as well, trying to wrap her head around how this situation got so out of hand.
"I-I told you I was sorry, okay?" she stuttered and sighed to calm herself before Edward noticed that she was crying. But it was already too late. A single glance to Bella, and Edward immediately regretted the harshness of his tone. He wrapped his arms around Bella's fragile shoulders before sitting on the edge of the bed, placing Bella on her lap.
"I-I..." Edward sighed, closing his mouth. It was no use for him to speak when emotions were brimming over. He carefully caressed her hair, enjoying the smoothness of her brown locks.
Bella sniffed, feeling silly for crying in such a stupid situation. "Will you forgive me?"
Edward opened his mouth, but realised he wouldn't be able to speak properly – or what was properly for him – so he let out a sigh instead, tightening the grip he had on Bella. He placed his jaw on her head and nodded. Edward knew he'd always forgive her, for they were Edward and Bella – best friends forever.
Somehow, Edward didn't know whether that made him feel better or worse.
A/N: Do you have experience with logopaedics?