The Edwards

Sixteenth Edward.

The Edwards

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If you were given the chance to live in another time, be it past or the future,which would you choose Edward?

I would mostly say past because I would certaintly like to make a difference and un-do the things I could've, and maybe my future would be perfect.

But we all know that's now how this universe works.

Let's say I wanted to go to the future, but that would be a catastrophe. I might fast forward too much and as soon as I know I am on the verge of closing my eyes forever.

So instead, I'll choose present. Because the present is with you, and I don't want to live life without you. I can live without you but without you life would be miserable for me, and alot of people.

Please don't tell me that heaven doesn't exist on earth because it does, and it's with the present.

After that paint-war, we ended up continuing your work. I got to see your side of view and what you painted, and I was jaw-slacked.

It was beautiful, no it wasn't a much serious painting like the ones in the museum, it was a sloppy yet childish and fun type.

That's exactly who you are.

After everything else, and after your comments about my plain and girly colors, you took me home with a long and warm hug.

That day, life decided to become a crazy witch.

I sat down the dining table as the clock resounded at seven, and I could feel the tension in the dining room quickly as I sat.

"So.. what's for dinner?" I quirked after the long period of silence and stares.

"Trouble, that's for sure." My brother snorted as he was the only one in a playful mood. I think my parents knew I sneaked out.

"Where have you been, Belle?" Father asked me.

"Um.. What are you talking about?"

"The pillow-trick wasn't sucessful this time young lady. Your wardrobe was open and messy too."

"Dad? What are you talking about, seriously?" I responded, trying my best to put up my confused and innocent face, failing as I did so.

"Don't lie to me." He said with a menacing tone that made me surrender.

"Okay. I was out with a friend."

"Which gender?" Mother suddenly asked, prepped herself down on the table with the stern glare after shoving the bowl of soup to every one.

"The one with genitals."

"Well now you just put yourself into a cliff with gigantic sharks and spikes in the end, Bee." Brother mumbled, elbowing me in the ribs.

"And you didn't tell us that you were going with a horny male?" Father said in a loud voice, his fist colliding with the table in an angry manner.

The impact made me flinch and regret why I even sneaked out in the first place. I guess some decisions lead into a whole lot of bull-horn crap.

"..I'm sorry. We-we didn't do anything wrong, if that's what you're worrying about." I whispered and looked down at my hands fidgeting in my lap.

And whispering even brought him temper up some more and I know how he hates it when he hears me utter incoherent words. He hates it when he can't understand.

"Suspicious." Brayden whispered again and I fought the urge to kick him in the table.

"That's not making it seem any better! The fact here, Belle, is that you didn't bother to ask us permission!" He shouted.

"Don't shout at the table, Jimmy." Mother said with a stern cold tone and an old signature glare of hers.

They had a sort-of rivarly staring competition and Mom ended up winning when Dad first looked away from her with a shook of his head.

"So.. is there any reason why you did that, Belle Jasse?" Mother tried to say calmly but you could literaly see that she's not far from taking my phone and locking me in my cell.

"I-I was.. I was thinking that you wouldn't let me go because it was dark outside.. More importantly, with a boy."

"If you would've asked permission then we would've - Nevermind. Let's eat."

I sighed with relief and started picking up my utensils and took a whiff of the ramen noodle soup. It has been alot of days since I took a taste of one of my favourite foods.

Ever since I've gotten out of the hospital, they'd treat me like I was a piece of ant. No, they didn't look down at me. They treated me delicately and decided to force-feed me with vegetables and healthy stuff.

And it's for the first time in three weeks.

"And don't think you're out of this, young lady. We'll have the talk after dinner and I best suggest that you get ready." Dad warned and sipped his soup.

   I smiled sheepishly at him and savoured my soup. It's normal that they get worried over someone who just got out of the hospital after an accident, so I give it to them for being caring and plain parent-like.

  "And please tell me you came home non-preg?"

  I nearly choked on the delish soup.

  "Wha- ofcourse I'm not!" I exclaimed rather offensive.

    My brother and father laughed at my flabberghasted reaction and my mother scolded them for being so lucridious.

  After that dinner, I excused myself for having homework, which went by like this;

  "I'm gonna do my homework, so.."

   Mother scoffed, "Homework in summer, you sure?"

  and that's how I didn't get to escape their talk later that night. It was full of.. I don't want to say it because it's really embarassing.

Later that night, I went to the room to find three messages from you and from a friend.

[Edward]: Belle Jasse..

[Edward]: Please respond..

   I started to worry about you and responded quickly with a worried message. Then I opened the other message and realized it came from an old friend.

[Dave]: I want to talk to you..

  I bit my lip and ignored the message, plopping down my bed and thinking about you regardless of the problem at hand.

  Number sixteen, the one who I didn't write to (what has the world gone to?) for the first time, the one who was the source of trouble,  the Edward I'm starting to....

  Yeah, Not really.