The Learned Game
While on a business trip in San Diego, Edward can't find a place to stay. Luckily for him, Bella has a room for rent. Inspired by the Cary Grant film Walk, Don't Run.
A/N: I do not own Twilight. I do not own Walk, Don't Run. I do, however, own two books about Cary Grant. I'm well aware that the idea of Bella and Edward sharing an apartment isn't exactly new. However, it is my hope that this little story will be different enough to be memorable.
"Architecture is the learned game, correct and magnificent, of forms assembled in the light."
– Le Corbusier
I know she's watching me from the window two flights up, but I resist the urge to turn around. I move awkwardly, clutching my suitcase. Where is the goddamn taxi?
I don't want to leave. My bottom lip is raw from all the nervous chewing I've been inflicting upon it. It's a habit I picked up from her in the four short weeks we spent together. My cell phone chirps in my pocket, and I pull it out for a quick glance. A welcome distraction, the screen displays a text from Eleazar.
He's furious. Come home ASAP.
I shift my weight, and shove the phone back into my jeans pocket. I'll text him from the airport.
I'm dying to turn around. I don't want to leave her. But the last words she spoke to me are echoing in my ears, a sound reminder that she doesn't want me here.
Dad doesn't want me here. Eleazar doesn't want me here. But their wishes pale in comparison to hers. I'd give up my job, my inheritance, even my precious Corvette, to stay. But Bella doesn't want me.
Heartbreak and anger do not mix well. The taxi finally arrives, and I clamber in, my insides fuming. I won't look. I won't look.
But as the car pulls away, her magnetic presence draws my eyes upward.
A/N: Short. I know. Chapter 1 coming soon. :) Reviews appreciated.