The Edwards

First Edward.

A/N: New story alike from 'Oh dear' :) check it out if you haven't. So I decided to write this for the meantime of my hiatus, I can't write properly on phone, so I do short stories.

Yeah, please do bear in mind that this is all fiction and a work of my own words :) Despite the name 'Edward' that reminds you of Twilight, I assure you no blood-sucking creatures will summon.

Thank you!! :>

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The Edwards

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I don't know what to say, because this life of mine seems phenominal and unalike the rest.

I snicker at their common thoughts and pretend to be someone else when infact I know I'm one of the prisoners of commonism.

Is commonism a word even?

In my lifectionary, it's a term called for common people's behaviour and manner. It's a type of race for the racists and stereotypes too.

It's funny how they say that love is all you need, that you sacrifice everything for the love you sought it was. It's even funnier when I roll my eyes at them.

You know whats hilarious? That somehow, nothing can deny, that I thought that too. Love revolves around the whole world. Love is more important that losing a nail.

I don't know, Edward.

All the things people write about these days is Love. But if I were to write a thousand books, maybe love will be an extinct topic by then.

I hated gushy-romance and cheeziness because I'm a hypocrite. But here I am, here I am.

Writing about a boy who appeared in my dreams, who repeatedly did appear everytime I fall in a deep slumber.

This time, in the dream, I found myself talking to you. Maybe flirting in other peoples eyes, but I just wanted to be friends.

Or wanted to memorize you.

I cannot decipher how with just one glance, isn't ever enough. I'm not tired of looking at you at all. It's funny because it's very clear as crystal ice.

Brown locks, locks locks. Dark eyes, eyes. Plump lips, lips. Oval head, head. I couldn't still be satisfied.

That's what I was thinking, maybe I was talking to you because I couldn't help but make you a subject of an eye-bubblegum.

Not eye-candy, since you'll end up swallowing the candy in the end. Just plain bubblegum that you'll spit out after the rotten taste consumes it.

Maybe you're temporary.

While we were talking, you kept smiling at me and doing that thing boys do to look cute. Head down, glance with a smile, and look ahead and talk, the process goes on and on.

Let me tell you this Edward, you're pretty good at it. Or maybe it's my hormones running wild, who knows?

The thing you do with your hair that made me ask if I can touch it, that daring question. Maybe not, maybe intentionally, maybe said in a joking manner.

"Your hair looks pretty nice, y'know. Do you mind if I roam through it? Do you?"

So you nodded with a cute smile, and bowed down your head. That was the thing, I wanted to look in your eyes while doing so, So I pulled your head back up.

And I ran my fingers all through the way, until I'm nearly satisfied, while watching your face. Not just your eyes, or your nose, but your face.

The way your nose scrunched up, the way your freckles blended with your cheeks' blush. The way your eyes never met mine.

Why was that your reaction? Are you affected? God, Edward, stop trying to be intruiging and start being a problem with a solution.

I'm screwed with a hammer.

"They're really soft.. "

"And you smell nice too.. Like Blueberries."

"Blueberries don't smell, Ed."

"Well, apparently they do. I don't really know, I just- you remind me of blueberries you know?"

And regardless of the forgetting reminder that it was a dream, I felt your hair and your words pierce through my body.

That was the first Edward side I've seen, and that Edward made me blush and giggle like a middle school girl having a crush.

If the sun hasn't shown, maybe I would've got to say that you were actually my crush since then.