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Title: Everybody's Lost a Fight
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Angela, Edward/Bella
Rating: G
Word Count: 473
She turns to look at her dear friend, the sound of people screaming in horror continues to stream from the television. Why does she agree to let Bella pick the movie, again? Oh well, at least she gets to pick her favorite pizza toppings: olives, mushrooms, sausage, and extra cheese. Bella is the last person who would complain about having to fit in a wedding dress, and the extra cheese is a go.
She takes her water glass; it’s safer if she can hold on to reality. “What is it, Bella?”
“You don’t have to say yes. Actually, if I were you, I’d say no and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I’d probably trip, but that’s another story…”
“Bella,” her eyebrows knit ever so slightly, now, a faint hint of wrinkled skin on her forehead. “You’re rambling again.”
If it weren’t for Bella’s smile, Angela would have thought it suspicious, the way she was behaving. Come to think of it, she is still behaving strangely. The puzzled girl waves it off.
“You’re one of my best friends, and… I trust you.”
Her eyes blaze. Yes, trust, such a funny thing.
“Angela Weber, would you be my maid of honor?”
It takes her a brief moment to take in the request, a moment so brief that the requester does not notice a moment has passed at all. She smiles and chuckles a bit too. The way she asks is a bit absurd, she thinks, after all. “Yes, of course I will.”
The doorbell rings just as Bella finishes her last bite. The groom’s face lights up as he spies the bride.
The same expression that will be on his face on That Day, she thinks. Lucky girl. That, everyone agrees upon.
“Thanks for taking her in, Angela,” he says, his voice smooth like honey. She acts casual, and notices something different about his eyes. They’re especially golden every moment he sees her, she’s not the only one who recognizes it.
That’s love, says everyone.
“No problem,” a little shrug will do the trick.
She looks away as the bride-to-be tiptoes to kiss her prince, pale lips pressed into a faint line so easily mistaken for a smile. She’s too shy to stare, they say. She minds her own business.
Bella looks back over her shoulder, as if she is abandoning a friend for her future. That’s too far down the road, Angela thinks, and pushes it to the back of her mind. “And don’t worry, I promise we won’t have to handwrite all the invitations.”
She can’t help but smile. Bella is her friend, first and foremost. She knows. “Goodnight, Bella.”
His name on her lips will always be too dangerous. She doesn’t dare. She is, in the end, the nice one.
Fandom: Twilight
Characters/Pairings: Edward/Angela, Edward/Bella
Rating: G
Word Count: 473
She turns to look at her dear friend, the sound of people screaming in horror continues to stream from the television. Why does she agree to let Bella pick the movie, again? Oh well, at least she gets to pick her favorite pizza toppings: olives, mushrooms, sausage, and extra cheese. Bella is the last person who would complain about having to fit in a wedding dress, and the extra cheese is a go.
She takes her water glass; it’s safer if she can hold on to reality. “What is it, Bella?”
“You don’t have to say yes. Actually, if I were you, I’d say no and run as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I’d probably trip, but that’s another story…”
“Bella,” her eyebrows knit ever so slightly, now, a faint hint of wrinkled skin on her forehead. “You’re rambling again.”
If it weren’t for Bella’s smile, Angela would have thought it suspicious, the way she was behaving. Come to think of it, she is still behaving strangely. The puzzled girl waves it off.
“You’re one of my best friends, and… I trust you.”
Her eyes blaze. Yes, trust, such a funny thing.
“Angela Weber, would you be my maid of honor?”
It takes her a brief moment to take in the request, a moment so brief that the requester does not notice a moment has passed at all. She smiles and chuckles a bit too. The way she asks is a bit absurd, she thinks, after all. “Yes, of course I will.”
The doorbell rings just as Bella finishes her last bite. The groom’s face lights up as he spies the bride.
The same expression that will be on his face on That Day, she thinks. Lucky girl. That, everyone agrees upon.
“Thanks for taking her in, Angela,” he says, his voice smooth like honey. She acts casual, and notices something different about his eyes. They’re especially golden every moment he sees her, she’s not the only one who recognizes it.
That’s love, says everyone.
“No problem,” a little shrug will do the trick.
She looks away as the bride-to-be tiptoes to kiss her prince, pale lips pressed into a faint line so easily mistaken for a smile. She’s too shy to stare, they say. She minds her own business.
Bella looks back over her shoulder, as if she is abandoning a friend for her future. That’s too far down the road, Angela thinks, and pushes it to the back of her mind. “And don’t worry, I promise we won’t have to handwrite all the invitations.”
She can’t help but smile. Bella is her friend, first and foremost. She knows. “Goodnight, Bella.”
His name on her lips will always be too dangerous. She doesn’t dare. She is, in the end, the nice one.