Closet Porn Star
Where have I seen her before?
Relaxing on my sofa, I aimlessly flip through a magazine that's been lying on my end table since I moved in…which isn't very long but too long for it to just sit there.
"Toning your body for the perfect stomach." I read aloud in a bored tone. "I've already got that." Flipping another page, I hear the doorbell ring. "Thank god. I am so bored."
I don't know how many useless magazines I've read and how many times I've done my make-up. I've got nothing echeduled for today and as much as I love my days off, I desperately wish I was at work filming because it's something to do.
Answering the door, I see Edward standing on my front porch with a bouquet of flowers... which is extremely surprising. "Edward, what can I do for you?"
"Hello, Bella." My name rolls off his tongue like butter and it's something I've never noticed before. Has his voice always sounded like that? "My mother wanted me to give these to you."
He hands me the bouquet and I bring them up to my face, inhaling deeply. "Thanks. But…what's the occasion?"
"I guess I'm supposed to be a friendly neighbor?"
"I've had neighbors before and none of them were as friendly as your family." I tell him and it's true. My neighbors insisted of alcoholics and old men who wanted to get into my pants once they found out my line of work.
"Don't I know it." He smiles nervously and looks around before his eyes settle back onto mine. "But you're too nice not to be nice to."
"Thanks." I smile warmly but a bit uncomfortably and smell the flowers again. "Lillies are my favorite. I know they mean 'death' but I can't help but love them anyway."
It's the thought that counts right?
"So you read that article too?" he asks surprised.
"Mallie?" I casually ask as I lean agsint the door jam. "I love his stuff."
"It's good to know I'm not the only one."
The silence is deafening and I wonder what's going on in that head of his. He seems nervous and I take notice of the way he blushes when he looks at me. Has he always done this? Or is this the first time?
What's the real reason he's here anyway? Is he looking for an escape?
"Would you like to come in, Edward?" I realized how that sounded and internally smack myself. "I mean you'd probably like an escape right?"
"Yeah but only if you're sure."
"Yeah." Why would I ask if I wasn't?
Opening the door a little bit more, I gesture for him to step inside.
"Can guys get butterflies?"
"You have butterflies?" I ask amused.
"Uh, did I say that out loud?" He asks with an embarassed look. His cheeks darken and I try not to laugh at how boyish it is.
"It's okay to be nervous, Edward." I tell him. "I kind of get that you don't go over women's houses a lot huh?"
"More like never." He scoffs.
"It can get kind of lonely around here and my cat isn't the best of company so it's nice to have someone to talk to other than him."
"You have a cat?"
"Beaner." I grin. "He's orange and really fat."
"Trust me; you don't want to know."
I gesture for him to sit on the couch and while his back is turned, I turn over a couple of frames so that they're face down. They were on display on one of my end tables and I don't need him to go off and run to the neighborhood that there's a porn star living next door. I probably shouldn't have even put them up anyway.
Magazine and film covers shouldn't be on display even if it's in my own home. What was I thinking?
"So, I guess you don't know a lot of people around here?" he asks once hes settled into the cushions.
"Nope." I say as I join him on the love seat across from him. "I haven't met anyone except for your family. They're wonderful."
"Wait until you get to know them."
"I don't believe that." I disagree.
"Believe it. My family is nuts."
"But at least you-" I stop myself and decide to change the subject. There's no use in opening up closed wounds. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Pick your poison." I say as I walk over to a mini bar that's on the edge of my living room. "Or would you prefer a root beer or something?"
"No. Whatever you have is fine."
Well in that case…
"Edward, how old are you?" I ask as I mix him a rum and coke.
I wait for the next question but it never comes. "Don't you want to know how old I am?"
"I'm never supposed to ask a lady how old she is."
"I'm far from a lady." I mumble under my breath.
"Oh nothing. I'm twenty-three."
"Really?" he asks surprised.
"Uh huh." I grin as I walk towards him with his drink. "This is to take the edge off a little bit."
"It's a little early to be drinking don't you think?"
"Only if you do. I rarely ever touch the stuff but when I do… I really drink. And you seem like you could use one. I need a stiff one as well."
He nearly chokes on his drink and I wonder if I made it too strong. Who am I kidding? He probably never drinks. "Are you alright? I'm sorry, Edward."
"No..you're f-fine. S-sorry, I just…wow.
It's kind of cute when he stutters. It's so boyish and it happens to be something completely out of my element. I don't like guys. I rarely ever date and when I do, they're the opposite of Edward Cullen. So what has me so captivated right now?
Maybe it's the 'somethng new' and 'fresh' that I need. Maybe... but who knows?
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