The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 17
Pen Name: GemmaH
Pairing/Character(s): Bella, Edward
Word Count: 499
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"Hey!" I look over to the end of the counter, where the big, dark-haired boy is leaning over and calling out to me. I slide the pair of skates I'm holding into the space on the shelf and wander closer, nervous of the attention. I like being invisible, and back here, I usually am.
He's younger than I thought, I realize as I approach him. His blue eyes sparkle, and the way he's smiling at me shows off deep dimples in each of his cheeks.
"Hi…" He frowns as he reads my name badge. "Isabella." He's all smiles again, his eyes fixed back on mine. "I know you're probably busy, but my brother Edward, over there…" He stops talking to turn and point at a tall boy with reddish brown hair who has his back to us. "Well, he thinks you're cute, but the fact is he's making me come skating three times a week so he can see you…" He leans in closer as he pauses. "How about doing me a huge favour and agreeing to a date with him, so I can get a break?"
My heart is thumping in my chest and I can feel the burn in my cheeks.
"I… uh…" He's smirking as he waits for my answer. "I'd better get back to work." I turn and walk back to the pile of skates I was sorting out. I risk a glance back when I get there. He's clearly regaling his little group with his exploits and I watch his brother punch him on the arm as the other two boys with them throw back their heads and laugh.
And then Edward turns toward me.
He's beautiful and he's also coming this way.
Transfixed, I watch him approach. He makes eye contact long before he reaches the counter, so when he leans in the exact spot his brother did, I know he's come to see me.
"Can I help you?" I ask. He smiles and looks away shyly as he scratches his head.
"I just wanted to apologize for my brother, he can be an idiot."
"That's ok," I say, shrugging. He's even more beautiful up close, his skin flawless. I feel my cheeks redden again.
"But, while he is an idiot, he was actually speaking the truth. And so I was wondering if I could… take you out sometime?"
He's looking at me hopefully through big, green eyes. My heart is still thumping loudly in my chest and I feel a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Still, as I look at him I can't help but think what my dad would say if I were to go out with this boy.
"How old are you?" I ask.
"Eighteen," he replies. I smile.
"The same as my son." His own smile vanishes and his eyebrows shoot up. "Thanks for the offer though," I tell him, knowing the grin on my face will be plastered there for the rest of my shift.