The Unexpected
AN: Just a series of Twilight drabbles I'll probably be updating every once in a while. :')
Title: Surprise
Based: Sometime after Eclipse.
Rating: G
Paul doesn't look at the thin, brunette girl with too long bangs and clean make-up free face. He honestly wishes he had never seen her at all, and tries his hardest to ignore her soft humming, the click of her heels against the wooden bench as she leans into him.
"It's funny that it ended like this."
He can't help but agree.
Title: Secret
Based: During New Moon.
Rating: T
“Hey, mousey,” says Paul, smirking as she makes a face at the puffs of smoke from his parted lips, “You want one?” The slender stick is held out to her, and she scrunches up her nose so she doesn’t smell the smoke burning her nose, her eyes watering. She remembers that she quit smoking years ago, that her hand shouldn’t be reaching for the cigarette, other hand plucking the lighter from the grasp of his larger one.
A sigh escapes her when she inhales the acrid smoke, still knowing how to flick the ash off the end without getting it on herself.
“I haven’t smoked in so long…” muses Bella, sitting down beside the younger teen with a small cough. Paul takes a few more drags on his own before stamping it out with his foot and reaching for another in his pocket. They sit in silence for a while, not really doing anything except scuffing the toe of their sneakers against the dirt, tapping the whitewashed wood with their fingers; generally nothing exciting.
“Jake knows you smoke?” asks Paul, tilting his head toward her, grey eyes curious.
Bella just smiles at him, and puts her finger to her lips in a shushing motion.
Title: Revive
Based: During the period Bella is kind of zombie-like.
Rating: G
Paul stares at her with barely concealed distaste as she stares back at him with a bleak expression on her pale face. It’s like the life has been reeled out of her like a fish on a hook, then gutted where her arms are wrapped around her chest. The metaphor makes him frown and reach for her sleeve clad arm, fingers tugging on the red fabric hard enough for her to purse her lips together in a harsh line, eyes narrowed at him from behind the curtain of mahogany strands.
Bella wishes, honestly wishes, that this boy will leave her to the emptiness she has resigned herself to since Edward left.
He doesn’t listen to her silent plea.
Title: Laughter
Based: No particular timeline.
Rating: G
Bella doesn’t know the tall boy, who comes in while she flips through a recipe book for how to make banana pudding. First impressions are important, she thinks, smiling politely at him even though she has no idea why he’s in her house or how he knows how to get here in the first place. Grey eyes meet her maple brown ones as she blinks at him from where she’s laying ingredients across the counter, touching the tip of her finger to the tops of the boxes and bowls as she counts silently to herself.
“There any reason why you’re here?” asks Bella, smile faltering as her confusion slips through. At first he doesn’t answer her right away, just looks her up and down with a thoughtful air.
“Jacob told me how to get here, if that’s what you’re wondering,” replies the boy, glancing at the white bowl she’s now tip-toeing to get from a shelf in the cabinet, “Name’s Paul by the way.”
She says, ”Ah”, when he mentions Jacob, and smiles when she finally grasps the edge of the bowl, pulling it down. There’s no sound except for the drumming of his fingers against the table, the ripping of the package of banana flavored instant pudding (Yes, she knows she’s cheating a bit, but nobody needs to know that) and the scrape of the chair against the floor as he pulls it back to sit in.
Paul rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment as he admits, “They told me you know how to cook.”
A laugh escapes her before she can stop it.
- Mood:
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