The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Pen Name: bebeginja
Word Count: 500
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"Let's go, let's go!" Alice bounced on my porch when I opened the door. Her hair was teased up in a side pony tail, and her eyelids sparkled with glitter.
"Alright, jeesh. I can't believe you talked me into this." I rolled my eyes as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to her dad's car.
The line to get in was already out the door, as antsy Forks Middle School kids waited to show off their skating skills. I personally felt like we were a little too old for roller skating, but it was our back-to-school social night sponsored by the PTA. And Alice was all about being social.
"Size six, please," I said to the old guy behind the shoe counter.
"Bella," Alice said as she laced up behind me, "he's here!"
I turned around and followed her line of sight. Edward stood near the arcade games with his back to us. I shrugged like I didn't care, and tried not to make it obvious when I fluffed my crimped hair and pulled my cut out sweatshirt down a little further off my shoulder.
After winning a game of Four Corners, Alice and I made our way to the concessions bar to claim our free drink prize. We found a table next to the rink wall as the boys-only round started.
"Oh my god, look at Edward and Jasper!" Alice yelled, giggling and pointing. The boys were weaving in front of people to "Another One Bites The Dust" as the disco ball reflected spinning dots of color onto the floor. Edward blushed when he saw me, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Jasper crouched down into a shoot-the-duck, and pointed at Alice with his fingers in the shape of a gun. Alice nearly fell backward laughing, and I smiled around my straw as the boys passed by.
"Aaaalrighty kids, it's tiiiime for Snooooowballllll!" The dj blared over the p.a. system. I waved Alice off, using the bathroom as my excuse to avoid all things boy related. Just thinking about holding hands and skating with a boy, possibly Edward, made my stomach hurt.
I stood in front of the quarter prize machines, swaying to "Time After Time", hoping to get my birth stone as I twisted the dial. My prize slid down and out the shoot, flying right past me.
"Dangit!" I said, squinting into the dim light.
"I got it," I heard someone say behind me.
Just as I turned around, I saw Edward on his knees. "Aha!" he exclaimed. He started to stand, but froze when he saw me. He held the small metal ring with a fake stone out in front of him.
I will never forget that night, or the sight of Edward like that.
Years later, we'd visit that very rink the year before they tore it down. We'd skate holding hands. And he would mimic that same position, holding a real ring with a real diamond, while Cyndi Lauper's voice echoed overhead.