Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Edward Scissorhands (Fluff)

  *Play this song while reading if you'd like, or play it when it indicates in the story

   "Edward, where are we going?" I giggled as I reached my hands out in front of me. "It's a surprise, Y/N. Just wait for it."

     Earlier, he had pointed to a blindfold on a table and told me to put it on.

     Edward and I were at his house, and it was around eleven PM. He had told me the day before to come back the next night because he had a surprise.

      My parents and I met Edward at Pegg's barbecue. And they were friendly with him, but it's clear they don't think too highly of him, obviously because of his scissorhands. I know they wouldn't have liked that I snuck out to meet him.

      But I did, and here we were, with him guiding me through his house. Somehow we both didn't trip in the dark, but I trust Edward.

     It's his house, after all. He can do what he wants with it.

     He carefully steadies me with his scissor hands, his boots tapping on the floor behind me.

    It's so quiet, I can only hear the pounds of my heart. So when Edward speaks again, it jolts me slightly.

     "Okay, Y/N. Reach in front of you, and you'll feel a doorknob. Turn it." He instructed softly.

      I did as he said, and when I walked forward, a slight breeze greeted me. The razor sharp blades at my sides vanished; the slight pressure of them against my sleeves were gone.

      "Edward, why didn't you just bring me around to the back in the first place?" I questioned, and he chuckled.

       "It's called a surprise, so just be patient." He insisted, and I heard him shuffling around.

       Click.

       A soft, soothing song started playing, and Edward said, "Okay, you can take off your blindfold now."

       As soon as the fabric is off, all I  around me were ice sculptures of me. Smiling, laughing, or doing crazy dance moves.

      The cool sculptures made a stark contrast to the black night sky.

      On the house's porch is a small record player, softly playing a slow song.

       "Oh my God...."

       Tears spring to my eyes, and I glance at the quiet man. He shyly smiles. "Would you dance  with  me, Y/N?"

       Unable to speak, I just nodded.

       I grab his forearms and bring him closer, and wrap my arms around his neck, putting my head on his shoulder. He carefully pulls me to him, keeping his razor sharp hands away from my body.

        We simply step in a slow circle, feeling the light breeze and hearing the song playing around us.

        "How did you...?"
 
        "I had some help from Kim and her mom." He replies simply, and I catch a glimpse of his dark lips.

         This makes me happy, but also confused. "Why did you do this for me?"

         A look of brief hurt crosses his eyes. "Do you not like it?"

         "No, Edward, of course I do. It's just, I thought I should do something like this for you, I feel like you deserve it." I clarified, meeting his eyes.

           They're so warm and big, almost like they could see right into you.

           "How about next time?" The corners of his mouth turn upwards,  a sparkle lighting his brown eyes.

           He's so sweet and kind, sometimes it's adorable. He doesn't deserve someone like me.

           "Okay. I can do that." I said, and place my head back on his shoulder. He feels firm and steady, like a tree.

           "I did it because you're one of the only people in this town who just seems to understand me. I thought it would be nice." Edward explained, and there's a note of adoration and longing in his voice.

            The tone furrows my brows. "Edward, why are you saying this?"

            A friend wouldn't do this kind of thing for another friend, right? Unless....

            "B-because...I don't want to ruin something." Edward whispered. He stopped moving.

            My head shoots up from his shoulder and our eyes meet, carefully. "Ruin what, Edward?"

             Bracing myself, I continue to hold eye contact. I could be wrong....

             Swallowing, Edward tips his forehead to mine. The wild black locks lightly tickled my skin, but I'm too intrigued at this point to care. "I...I like you, Y/N." He declared.

          A small smile breaks onto my face. So I was right?!?

         There's something new.

          "I like you, too, actually." I replied, and he briefly closed his eyes at this.

          "Can we kiss? If that's okay with you?" His voice is soft, and his eyes were shining, reflecting me in their brown orbs.

           Without thinking I reached up and kissed him, softly. His arms are firmly around me, and my hands are on his shoulders. Edward tasted like salt.

          Around us, the music played on, and the chill of the breeze left goosebumps on my skin. It was as perfect as it could be.

           This moment felt so powerful, but because it can't last, it made me want to stay here a bit longer, despite what my parents would think.

           "I'm sorry I can't hold you, Y/N. I want to, but-" Edward started when we pulled away. But I shook my head and kissed him again, but not for long.

         "You have a talent, and you can use it how you like, Edward. I don't care about these-" - my hands gestured to his scissorhands-  "I like you." I stated, and the sweetest grin shaped his lips.
       
           "I did make those sculptures over there." He giggled, raising a scissorhand to one where I was laughing. I giggled.

           Later, when we went back inside due to it getting cold, I realized that Edward didn't need hands to feel normal. He had a talent, and with a bit of luck and love, he could do what he wanted, without fear.