The Twilight Twenty-Five

thetwilight25 dot com

Prompt: # 21

Pen Name: GemmaH

Pairing/Character(s): Edward

Rating: K

Word Count: 487

Photo prompts can be found here:

thetwilight25 dot com/round-eight/prompts

I have no idea how long I've been asleep. Long enough to see, when I raise myself up on the deck lounger, that you're no longer poised to dive into the pool as you were. Now all I see is a trail of wet footprints from where you hauled yourself from the water, rivulets running down your body, usually so pale but now a little sun-kissed from the hours we've spent outdoors.

As the fog of sleep clears from my head and I feel less disoriented, I look around and see Jasper reading as he lies on the next lounger along. Realization hits me, weighting my heart down.

You're not here. You never were.

"Dude, I can't watch you pining over her like this," Jasper had said when he found me curled up in my bed after we saw you all over another guy. Again. "Let's get out of here for a while. It's summer, we don't need to hang around."

So we got in his car and drove. We drove far away, where the sun shines hotter and the sky is bluer and the girls are supposed to be cuter. The trouble is, though I went far away from you, you've come with me. I can't lose you from my head and I wonder if I ever enter yours. Have you ever noticed me look your way? Do you even know I exist? You never showed me any sign of it if you did.

I drop my head back down and close my eyes. I need an escape before I drive myself crazy.

A low whistle to my right catches my attention. I turn my head and open my eyes. Jasper's leaning up, as though on guard.

"Are you ok?" I ask. Jas is always chilled, he never does ruffled, but something's definitely got him going.

"That girl." He nods toward a petite girl with short dark hair who's just laying her towel out.

"What about her?" I look over, barely interested.

"I don't know. I just…" He shakes his head. I don't think he even knows what's going on in his head. I smirk at my friend.

I'm about to lie back and close my eyes again when I see Jasper's girl waving to someone in the pool. A head of dark hair ducks beneath the water and glides through the water towards our loungers.

The escape I'd been praying for appears in the form of long, brown hair, deep brown eyes and full pink lips. She pulls herself from the water on sleek, defined arms. And then she's standing in front of me, her deep blue bikini enhancing the creaminess of her perfect skin. She shakes the drops of water from her body and turns to walk back around the pool to her friend. I have no choice. I rise and I follow the perfectly formed wet footprints that lead me right to her.