The Edwards

Sixth Edward.

The Edwards

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Hey, Edward.

I wonder if you have ever watched Sweet Flicks. I wonder if you even like Movies at all. Maybe you watched your name reference, or Disney classics.

In the month we spent together, I realised that I didn't know you very well.

Here I go kissing a boy that I secretly have an affirmative crush on, thinking that I know him very well when infact I don't.

It's funny how it felt like I knew you though. That I've known you from before, and pardon my cliché, but I believe we had met.

If we would've then that would be fantastic and an absolute logical explination to why I dream of you, a normal guy, possibly non-existent in the depths of my dreams.

I always wonder if you ever exist you know? There's no point in asking that question in my dreams because that's the real world for us.

Yeah, we think it's the real world.

I wonder if this is some kind of movie, where we're stuck in a world that we can enter when we go to sleep.

Or maybe I'm just crazy.

I saw you today, finally, after missing you and being driven crazy of the thought of you.

As you went inside Homeroom, My head looked up and met your orbs that said sadness. Today your hair is messy, as if you woke up and left it like that. You wore a hoodie and wrecked jeans, and old converse shoes.

And the only difference was that, despite your aura and appearance, you still wore that smile no one can see through.

Even I can't, so when I saw you smiling at the teacher and apologizing for being late, I was relieved you were okay.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Homie."

"Sit down, Edward."

"Thaaaank - you."

And you curtsied infront as the class giggled, then you walked back to your seat, your eyes not meeting mine as if I was invisible.

Lucky me, Your seat was at the furthest at the back while mine was near the window at the middle row.

"So, today we'll be answering some questions and I want you to be honest and open-minded."

"Yes, Ma'm." The class chimed.

I wonder if the questions require emotions, if it did, then that paper will be filled with blue ink and white tears.

When they say that we will be answering questions with your heart and mind, that makes big sense that you literally have to unleash everything- no secrets.

The questions, need your memories and your tears, every time we all answer those papers, there would always be someone crying or two.

"Um, Excuse me Mrs. Homie!"

"Questions, Belle?"

"What is this for? I mean, answering private questions won't help the teachers get to know us better right? Why not a one-on-one consultation and talk? Answering these in a paper is kind of.."

"Hmm.. . . ."

"I mean if the staff wants to get to know us better, then I don't see the need to do it in paper. I know there are a thousand students but how about different hundreds of teachers? We could all become one if we just-"