Chapter two Bella Statue of Emotion

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   Bellas pov: 

    I don't like the rain. I don't know why I was thinking about that. It's sunny out today. I'll write it in my journal later. Dean was going on about how his brother got a job hunting ghosts but wouldn't that be more pest control. Even in a society where we have names for things we change them to match the need of approval of the higher ups. What ever. I stare outside thinking cryptic thoughts like how a bird fly's but  would that actually work on a human? The first customer walks in his hair is black as night to compliment his dark leather jacket, and black jeans that look like they have been dyed by a sharpie. Then I realized it was that guy from my geometry class. Only now did it occur to me that he's been talking to me this whole time. I thought quickly on what to say to it looked like I was paying attention. 

"cool." nailed it

"Yeah! haha! Anywho Ill have a black coffee to match my heart bb~"

What a simp.

"okay." 

Edward's Pov: 

I walk into the very quaint coffee shop to get my usual black coffee. As I walk in and the door makes the sweet slight cheerful ding I notice her. Her face was like the Mona Lisa's except it blinked on occasion. I notice her looking at my pants that I made black with a life hack I learned from 69 Minute Crafts. A woman of taste. I glide up to the counter and rest on the display case. 

"Hey, Bella right?" No response.

"I've been watching you alot actually. Like when you sleep at lunch in your room. I really like your bedroom its very tidy reminds me of Ikea. So I was wondering if you me and the Festival tonight?" No response.

"I heard here would be a My Chemical Romance tribute band and I got backstage passes if you wanna watch.." Nothing.

"I also got Death note on dv-"

"cool." Her voice was as sweet as chocolate and beautiful as the waves at sunset. I try to play it cool. 


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