ditching class is H E A L T H Y -open-

[Indie Hayes]

As a human, Indie had loved to just find a random spot to plop down on her ass, lay back with her arms crossed behind her head, and try and make shapes out of the clouds. Forks should have diminished that hobby, what with the fact that one cloud seemed to mesh into the next until she couldn’t separate one cloud from another. And that was with suped up vampire vision. She imagined that to the unaided human eye, the skies of Forks looked like a canvas that had had water that’s been used to clean off too many paint brushes dumped over it; an ugly shade of gray with darker bits of gray here, distinguishable bits of color floating around over there. Ew.

Despite its lack of clouds that could actually claim to look like anything interesting- a unicorn, a decapitated Barbie head, Chuck Norris, etc.- Forks’ sky did prove to be an interesting distraction when compared to the alternative. Especially if the alternative happened to be sitting through a period of history that not only is history and therefore boring enough, but history that she’d already learned three times. “Four.” Indie corrected herself, actually speaking the number out loud. Why not? Some of the mundane students here at Forks already thought she was weird. Maybe even a little looped up in the head. A little proof to back up their claims wouldn’t cause the world to suddenly implode, or cause global temperatures to increase by ten degrees, thus killing the helpless polar bears.

Brown eyes that were only gold around the farthest edge of the irises narrowed thoughtfully up at the hazy atmosphere. Thinking about potential food hadn’t been the smartest move on her part; now the temptation to hop the next flight out of Forks and vay-cay to the North Pole gnawed at the little vegetarian’s brain. Her throat positively burned at the idea of polar bear blood. Thank God her school day ended with history; otherwise she might have to ditch to make sure she didn’t run the risk of murdering a poor little unsuspecting student. “Oh, that’d be wonderful. “Hi, can I borrow a pen?” And I’d tackle them and start sucking neck right in the middle of the room.”

[/b] Miss palm then met Mr. forehead in a very unpleasant manner. Indie groaned, regretting whoever’s genetics she’d received that gave her such a crude sense of humor. It did not come in handy in the dismal atmosphere of Forks where everyone was already down to Earth.

A rogue raindrop plopped down on her cheek to remind her just how crude God’s sense of humor could be. Not only did He pick on her when she was down, but He also changed the weather in a split second. More raindrops decided to follow that lone little raindrop. Before long the rain was coming down in sheets that slanted sideways, yet Indie didn’t bother to sit up from where she lay on the bench. Why bother? When that bell rang in approximately twenty-seven minutes, everyone would run for their cars- that is, if the rain continued on as it was- and no one would even take notice of her. And she was a vampire for crying out loud! It’s not like she had to worry about catching the flu. The worst she’d have to deal with would be drying her later-to-be mess of dark hair.

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Listening to- “Price of Company” the White Tie Affair, “Falling Into Black” Skillet, and “A Beautiful Lie” 30 Seconds to Mars
Word Count- 569
Notes- Bleh. Sorry if it’s random. I’m kinda distracted and just wanted to get a post up.[/blockquote]

[Edward Cullen]

"Sometimes the world can be so lonely"

Edward looked over the tree's and saw the silloutte of a person sitting on the grass. Alone. Yet it wasn't a person, far from the average human being. She was like him and his family, a vampire. Thankfully a vegetarian vampire. By the sounds of things she was having a hard time, or just had a seriously crude sense of humour. He wasn't sure of which yet, though he could hear her thoughts, he couldn't understand the tone of the thoughts quite as easily.
"“Oh, that’d be wonderful. “Hi, can I borrow a pen?” And I’d tackle them and start sucking neck right in the middle of the room.”

[/colour] The sillouhetted figures mind thought.

"Maybe i should go check that she isnt going to maul any innocent bystanders, or at the very least check shes ok,"[/colour]. Edward thought to himself. He knew it wasn't the easiest thing in the world, starting a new highschool, though she'd probably done it a few times, maybe less than what he and his family had though. He was lucky, he'd got his family to support him, and now Bella.
He sighed turning to Bella giving her a kiss on the lips."I'll be right back, you go to class, i won't be long![/colour] He muttered, glancing back up to the figure on the hill.

He'd never spoken to her before, though he knew her name. They all knew her name, the school thought she was weird. Thats why the Cullens hadn't immediately embraced her, they didnt want to draw attention to themselves. Especially not with this Indie Hayes. He watched Bella walk away, and turned. A smile appeared on his face, she seemed to have having some sort of mental rant about God and rain. He set off across the carpark, the rain falling, yet he didnt need to go hide for cover. Whats the worst the rain could do, wet his clothes... he wouldn't feel cold. Sometimes he wished he could, feel cold.
He made his way over to where the figure was sat.
"You know in my experience i've learnt that if you have a temptation to slaughter a pupil, a certain Mike Newton wouldn't go a miss?[/colour]. He chuckled to himself, though he was being half serious. "Let me introduce myself..."[/colour]. Folding down to sit next to her on the grass. "I'm Edward Cullen,"[/colour]

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[Indie Hayes]

By the time Edward decided to come and saunter over, Indie had taken note of his being there, begun the process of working herself into a mental frenzy, and then suddenly deadpanned in the thought department. If she was going to be dealing with the only mindreading vampire in the world who didn’t need physical contact in order to actually hear what she was thinking, then she’d have to keep her thoughts somewhat in check. Fretting about being social would just get distracting, annoying, and very teenage-girlish. Fretting about being social with another vampire would just make her seem like an insane sociopath who just can’t deal with anything that reminds her of what she’s become. Pale fingers absently sought the scar on the side of her neck before dropping back to her side as if the entire arm had suddenly gone numb. Reminiscing equals bad.

She sat up, crossing her legs and brushing the soaked locks of hair that stubbornly clung to her forehead aside. “For a vampire, I fidget as much as I did when I was a human.” she noted lightly, pushing the thought to the back of her mind as soon as she thought it. And then Edward Cullen stood in front of her, frighteningly tall compared to her unimpressive self sprawled on the soggy green ground. “I’m too short.”

[/i] she thought huffily, frowning a little. “Seriously, everyone I’ve seen around here seems to be at least five foot seven or something. Did I miss the sign that said “You must be this tall to live here?””[/i]

"You know in my experience I’ve learnt that if you have a temptation to slaughter a pupil, a certain Mike Newton wouldn't go a miss.” Indie scrunched her nose at the thought of slaughtering Newton, her frown deepening. “I would, but Newton would probably taste like… like…” She paused, trying to think of something that Mike Newton could adequately be compared to. Nothing seemed to be bad enough. “He’d probably taste like dirt or rotten eggs or something.” She stuck her tongue out, probably making herself look like a child but effectively getting her point across.

It wasn’t so intimidating when he sat down next to her; he didn’t tower over her like a parent about to scold a child for doing something bad. “I know who you are.” She bit her tongue after that slipped out, then rushed into an explanation. “You’re kind-of famous in the vampire world, you know?” She sighed. “You probably do, and I’m going to quit babbling before I say something truly embarrassing.” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, judging how insane he thought she was. “I’m Indie, if you didn’t already know.”

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Listening to- Nothing but the TV
Word Count- 454
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[Edward Cullen]

“I would, but Newton would probably taste like… like…He’d probably taste like dirt or rotten eggs or something.”

[/colour] Indie had said.
Edward chuckled to himself, this was a good starting point, bonding over the thought of eating Mike Newton. He couldn't agree more with her on the taste situation.

"I couldn't agree more to be honest. Maybe your idea's right, you'd probably be left coughing up Newton hair balls for a week!"[/colour]. He shuddered dramatically at this thought.

The grass was slightly damp under his trousers, he decided to have a listen to what she was thinking. " He isn't as intimidating when he sat down next to me; he didn’t tower over me like a parent about to scold a child for doing something bad.". He laughed out loud at this point.
" Intimidating? no i just came over to see if you were ok. I know it isn't the easiest of things, i'm lucky.. i have my family and Bella..."[/colour] a smile lit his face when he mentioned Bella. Though he hoped she wouldnt be concerned about him being here... he knew how insecure she was at times, and the look on her face before he left her and she realised where he was going only confirmed this. She was silly, no-one could compare to Bella, he was being friendly. He quickly put a smile back onto his face, hoping that indie hadn't noticed the hesitation appear on his face.

“I know who you are.” [/colour]she said, he chuckled to himself, he saw her mind whirling as she tried to recover this comment and act cool again. He ran a hand through his hair, the damp from the grass only making it hold its style more imminent.
“You’re kind-of famous in the vampire world, you know? You probably do, and I’m going to quit babbling before I say something truly embarrassing.”[/colour].

" Famous? for what aspect? being a vegetarian vampire? being in love with a Human or just my incredible humor, personality and incredible good looks?"[/colour]. He threw his head back and laughed outloud at this point. He liked her, she seemed to share the same sense of humor as him. He looked at her giving her a reassuring smile, to show he was only joking and not being serious about it. He waited sitting in silence, he had the decency to zone out her thoughts, sometimes the mind of a teenage girl was not the place to listen to. Waiting for her to reply, silently chuckling to himself over the Newton hair ball thoughts, he'd have to share that with Emmett later.

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[Indie Hayes]

One eyebrow arched in question, Indie turned to look at Edward, her eyes glinting with amusement. For a minute she didn’t say anything, and not because she didn’t want to. She didn’t speak because her mouth had suddenly decided to forget how to form words. “Newton hair balls?” she asked a last, articulating and stressing each word as perfectly as vampirically possible to make sure she hadn’t misheard him. The picture of Newton transforming into a tiny little blonde kitten and hacking up hairballs as big as his fuzzy little head popped into his head, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle the giggles that bubbled up in her throat.

The near silent laughter died when he responded to her thoughts rather than her spoken words. ”I don’t think I could live with you. Having you read my mind would grind my nerves into dust in less than seventy-two hours.” she concluded, pulling her knees up to her chest and then crossing her forearms on top. “Yep, still fidgety.”

[/i] A mental sigh accompanied itself with the thought. A raindrop plopped down on the bridge of her nose, and she tilted her head back to glare at the sky. Eternal damnation was a good thing to call vampirism; eternal damnation is exactly what Indie called a life without the seeing the sun in public.

Where was the original point that she’d been trying to make? Oh, yeah, right. “I realize you weren’t trying to be intimidating, but you know, big bad vampire in the middle of a gloomy rain, and you’re like a foot taller than I am when I’m standing up. It’s a little hard not to be a little intimidated.” God, she really needed to stop rambling. But the lucky part piqued her interest, and she just had to comment. “Yeah, a family and a loving girlfriend”- she couldn’t think of a better word for what she’d heard- “would probably help. The fact that you’re probably, oh, I don’t know, about fifty years older than me probably helps with the control just a wee bit, too.” Indie held her thumb and her index finger about an inch apart to indicate how much she was talking about.

Why was he famous? Because he was a veggie like herself, or because he lived in the second largest coven of vampires in the world? Or because he was doing the incredibly masochistic and staying with a human, which was unheard of in the underworld that found itself teeming with vampires. Hmm, that was a good question. She thought about it for a minute, or at least put up the illusion that it was so tedious a matter that it deserved a lot of thought. “All of that, I guess. Though the incredible good looks comment is pushing it; you don’t want an ego, do you?” Because all the world needed was another guy who thought he was God’s gift to the planet. That would totally solve the situation in Afghanistan. Note the sarcasm.

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Posting with- Edward
Listening to- Dr. Gregory House being an ass.
Word Count- five oh two
Notes- Consider yourself lucky there’s no doctor mumbo-jumbo in here.[/blockquote]

[Edward Cullen]

Edward mirrored her previous image, raising his eyebrow in a perfect comical question. He chuckled to himself. He stopped chuckling when he began listening for her answer.

"..Or because he was doing the incredibly masochistic and staying with a human, which was unheard of in the underworld that found itself teeming with vampires. "

[/colour]. He raised her perfect eyebrow ever higher, he was used to people having an opinion about him and Bella. It didn't suprise him.
"You dont agree with me and Bella..."[/colour] It was more of a statement than a question, not many people did, but he liked to know where he stood on the matter.

He chuckled again when he heard what she had to say about the goodlooking comment, he was expecting a good amount of wit expressed back and she did not disapoint. He usually only got razzed and razz people back this way with Emmett it was refreshing to have new "blood"- though this may not be the operative word to talk to. "“All of that, I guess. Though the incredible good looks comment is pushing it; you don’t want an ego, do you?” [/colour]. This made him grin but her next comment made him throw back his head laughing, displaying his perfectly neat white teeth where the sun caught them glinting off every colour of the spectrum, and to vampires eyes more colours than humans were aware were on the spectrum. Any human at this point would be dazzled, inaudible, yet Indie's wit provailed.

"Because all the world needed was another guy who thought he was God’s gift to the planet. That would totally solve the situation in Afghanistan". Once he'd regained composure, he turned to look at her, his face still creased with laughing lines.
"Well Indie, besides being a foot taller than you, probably atleast 50 years old, and being masochistic in the fact i am in love with a human being. You'll be pleased to know, No i am not the next George Bush, im not that... well... bush like?[/colour]. Edward chuckled what was it about this conversation that kept bring hair up, newton hair balls? Bushes? Jesus Edward.
"But so you know, no i don't think i'm God's gift to Earth, God's curse maybe. Why else would he put me here, im not a creature of the good am i. I understand that i put Bella in danger every second im around her but..."[/colour] He trailed off, casting his gaze downwards, examining every blade of grass on the earth ifront of him... quickly avoiding the subject before he could think about it anymore. "Though if you don't mind me asking, why are you out here?... oh and on what you said earlier about reading your mind... i'm zoning most of it out, sometimes a teenage girls mind is something that should not be read."[/colour] radiating another small grin, though his mind couldn't quite leave the topic, Bella.

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[Indie Hayes]

“You don’t agree with me and Bella.” Well, f that wasn’t a metaphorical slap in the face, then nothing was. Indie narrowed her eyes until they were merely slits of brown peeking through her lashes, chewing on her bottom lip while she contemplated her stance on this particular datum. So what if it wasn’t a question? She treated everything like a question, so why stop now? “I never said that…” Her voice trailed off. She set her chin down on her crossed forearms, looking gloomily out toward the school and trying to make her mind nothing more than a blur of colors and noises. This task came to no success.

“But, no, I guess I don’t agree with you and Bella.” Her shoulders slumped a little as she tried to find the words to describe the thoughts that swam through her self-dulled mind. “I don’t agree, because frankly it’s probably the most… stupid thing that I’ve ever heard of. Especially when you both know what could, should, and probably will happen. But I also don’t disagree. You’ve obviously both been through a lot, realized that there’s no other solution, and who am I to try and get between something like that? I may be a little hard to control, but I’m not stupid.” She shot him a pointed look to make sure that the point hit home. “I’m… neutral, I s’pose.”

Indie sat there, watching the other vampire laugh, and then chuckling herself when the clouds thinned enough to let a shaft of light poke through the haze and cause him to sparkle. She glanced down at her own alabaster skin to find the same little flecks of light gleaming off the surface as though someone had decided to carve her out of milky ice. She’d never get used to this… odd color spectrum that included an extra color unknown to human eyes. The sparkling ordeal was also a bit mind-boggling, too, and maybe just a bit unnecessary. It made a deadly predator who could rip a human’s arm off with absolutely no ease look like they’d spent the last two hours rolling around, naked, in glitter. Or the herpes of craft stores, as Indie liked to refer to it as. “We look like we’ve just fucked a pair of pixies.” she muttered, curling her fingers just to watch the different ways that the light grazed off her skin before the sun disappeared back behind another shroud of clouds.

Not Bush like? Well, that would certainly be a good thing to know. “…why are you out here” “Because history’s the most boring subject I’ve ever had the misfortune of sitting through.” When around a mind-reader, why even bother attempting to filter one’s thoughts? They’d just become known in some fashion or another. “Sometimes a teenage girl’s mind is something that should not be read.” One corner of her mouth twitched up into a smirk. “Oh yes, because unlike the males we don’t have sex on the brain every seven seconds. I can see why you’d want to monitor those thoughts instead.”

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Posting with- Edward
Listening to- Dr. Gregory House being an ass and my mom yelling at me for saying two words.
Word Count- five one one [511]
Notes- I’m very tempted to go hide in my room until hurricane Mom runs her course.

[Edward Cullen]

Edward nodded his head slowely, absorbing her words. Grinning at her last comment. "“Oh yes, because unlike the males we don’t have sex on the brain every seven seconds. I can see why you’d want to monitor those thoughts instead.”
Atleast she was telling the truth, he respected people for telling the truth. Maybe around Edward the truth was the best option, as there is no real way to lie to him.

"But, no, I guess I don’t agree with you and Bella...I don’t agree, because frankly it’s probably the most… stupid thing that I’ve ever heard of. Especially when you both know what could, should, and probably will happen. But I also don’t disagree. You’ve obviously both been through a lot, realized that there’s no other solution, and who am I to try and get between something like that? I may be a little hard to control, but I’m not stupid.”.

He nodded and smiled, she'd hit the nail straight on the head, her thoughts were pretty much identical to Edwards himself.

"I feel the same you know... not on the history front but on the Bella front...i cannot believe how i can be so stupid and selfish, yet i can't explain why Indie"

[/colour]. He looked up into her eyes, he could feel the pain in his eyes, there was no use trying to disguise it. It was nice to have someone to talk to about it, he couldn't really discuss this with his family, and Bella didn't like him discussing this.
" Its just, i love her Indie... your right, we have been through alot. I bet you hadn't heard what happened last year... i left her, for the very reasons you gave, left her life, trying to give her the safety she deserved. While i was gone she was hunted by a vampire seeking her revenge because of me killing its mate in protecting Bella. She begun hanging around with the quilette pack of wolves, endangering herself just to imagine me telling her not to. She truely believed that i did not love her or want her anymore- Alice saw her jumping off a cliff, Rosalie decided to tell me, at this point i was trying to get through each hour, i'd lost my reason for living, then this news... Destroyed me.[/colour] Lowering his eyes wanting to avoid Indies gaze.
“I cannot explain the pain i experienced, worse than any pain that would destroy my existence, worse than even the change from human to vampire. Yet the pain i experience does not matter. It is the pain she experienced that kills me. I went to Italy to the volturi begging them to end my life, yet Bella hadn't died...she saved me... i love her, i love her more than my whole life...[/colour]. He trailed off, a grim look on his face, he picked a daisey out of the grass, gently squeezing it between his fingers, disintigrating it to mush. He sighed....

"And for that reason alone shes going to have to be exposed to eternal damnation, either that or the Volturi kill her...just for loving me"[/colour] He visibly flinched at this thought, and sat in silence for a moment. "I don't want her to become a vampire, i've tried every other option,but now its not just me that is involved... my whole family is, and they've voted against keeping her human. I tried..."[/colour]. He sighed, and shock dawned on him. He'd never expressed that fully to any one, yet here he was telling him inner most thoughts and feelings to someone he barely knew. He looked at Indie wondering how she had taken his uncomposed outburst.

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[Indie Hayes]

After blinking once, twice, a third and fourth time, Indie still found herself at loss for words. Never before, in either her human or vampire life- a word that she now used a little more loosely- had anyone ever disclosed that much personal information to her in a single setting. Not her best friend who had coerced her into going to the party that essentially spelled the final scene for her heartbeat’s triumphant performance; not her little brother who by now probably had kids of his own- Indie suppressed a shudder at the thought. Not even her parents had told her that much personal information at once. Probably because they knew it would cause an awkward and uncomfortable tension to grasp the room in its slimy little fingers. Here she’d gotten this whole scene from a near-stranger.

So she sat there, a little bit lost as she tried to digest all of this information that had suddenly been placed in front of her on silver platter. A ridiculously large silver platter that was making her head spin, but a silver platter none the less.

“Now that wasn’t the least bit awkward.” she mumbled at last. Somewhere along the line, she’d decided to just give up on the filter between her brain and her mouth that kept her from saying horribly rude or embarrassing comments, because it really didn’t matter around Edward; he’d hear the rude or embarrassing comments anyway. Why bother filtering when the filter didn’t work?

“I think that if love made any sense... It wouldn’t be worth it.” She drew the words out a little longer than she needed to; it gave her a bit more time to try and figure out what she was going to say next. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Now to begin the delicate process of crossing the mine field without accidentally triggering one and getting blown to smithereens. “Love isn’t supposed to be safe, or cozy, or predictable. If it were, it’d get very boring very quickly. It’s supposed to be about risking everything you have for the other person because you’re just that crazy about them that you’d put yourself out there, no fear for the consequences or the eternal damnation that could follow. It’s about compromise, and the arguing that leads up to that compromise that make you so infuriated with the other person that you just want to scream until your lungs give out. The risks, the arguments, all the stuff that seems bad at the time eventually ends up being the glue that holds a couple together.” Indie stared dazedly in front of her, not really seeing anything that was there. She was too busy trying to figure out where that insane speech had come from, considering she herself had never really experienced a thing she was talking about. Maybe all of the fiction novels had rubbed off on her common sense and made her realize a few things about the world that she never would have known before? Or maybe she was just the next Confucius?

Since she couldn’t find an answer, she just settled on mumbling “Huh,” at her own mini-rant.

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Posting with- Edward
Listening to- “Losin’ It” Fallebrook
Word Count- five two eight [528]
Notes- I just realized: Indie really needs a mate…

[Edward Cullen]

Edward smiled to himself, looking at the birds flying in the grey skies above them, every detail of their feathers avid to his vampire eyes, every movement their wings made keeping them above the Earth visible to his eyes. Circling over their head, screeching excitidly about some poor door mouse they had spotten close by, before soaring off emphasizing the silence that followed. Edward continued to smile, he had sure managed to make that akward and just like before Indie shared the same feeling as him on the matter “Now that wasn’t the least bit awkward.”

[/colour]. he began to laugh, loving how she didn't filter what she was thinking and what she actually said to him. Yet the next speech she made whiped the smile clean off Edwards face, shocking him (and it took a lot to shock Edward, what with his ability to read minds, his face formed the perfect O shape as Indie progressed with her speech on love.

"Love isn’t supposed to be safe, or cozy, or predictable... It’s supposed to be about risking everything you have for the other person because you’re just that crazy about them that you’d put yourself out there, no fear for the consequences or the eternal damnation that could follow,"[/colour]. Edward froze, sat there, totally unaware of what was going on around him, yet only of the words that had just been spoken. Processing them over and over again. He sat in silence for a moment longer.
" Your right, i didn't understand love until Bella, i used to mock Romeo and Heathcliff... now look at me..."[/colour] He trailed off shaking his head smiling.

" Enough about me, it seems to be startling you more, i'm not sure your young heart can cope with it"[/colour]. He winked at her, smirking before continuing " Now tell me... why Forks, why are you here? i heard... i do apologise for infringing upon your private life but you mentioned it in your thoughts, that you had a brother... and about a bestfriend... if you're here alone, why?"[/colour]. Edward stared at her, waiting for an answer, either way he would most likely get one, though he would prefer it to be if she tells him herself, rather than his gift intruding upon her privacy, especially after the uncomposed outburst Edward had just given her. His smile broadened he did not talk to many vampires outside of his family, yet he felt like he'd known Indie centuries, not minutes.

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Notess: Sorry a tad museless atm, i hopee it ok (:

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[Indie Hayes]

The image of Edward Cullen, actually shocked into momentary speechlessness, with his mouth stuck opened like he was imitating the letter “o” was too funny to resist laughing at. And laugh at it Indie did, bursting into a fit of giggles that reminded her of bells or wind chimes or something of the like. When she finally managed to regain control and swallow down what remained of the laughter that had bubbled up on her tongue, she found that she had no control over the huge grin that had plastered itself on her face. Had she been human yet, her cheeks would have started to hurt.

“Used to mock Romeo and Heathcliff?” Indie asked a little breathlessly, an eyebrow arched in questioning. It seemed to be doing that on its own accord, she noted. “I still mock Romeo and Heathcliff. They’re very mock-able characters.” And she nodded, if only for the purpose of clarifying that they were indeed very easy characters to mock.

There were few phrases in the world that could bring on a sudden mood change in the smaller vampire. Edward Cullen managed to find one of them, and then proceeded to use it. “Enough about me.” Those three simple words were always followed by a series of questions that she usually didn’t want to answer, as they tended to be either personal, uncomfortable, or a strange mixture of the two. But, considering he’d basically spilled a very big chapter of his life story for her to hear, she might as well be kind and answer his questions. She was preparing to answer the “why Forks” question when she heard what piqued his interest and inspired the next few questions. She turned to him, frowned, and then let an aggravated snarl ripple from the back of her throat. Not threatening, just aggravated.

“I need a firewall.” she decided. “A mental firewall so that you can’t get inside my head.” She huffed, wondering briefly how his family possibly dealt with it.

“I don’t know why Forks. Maybe because when you Google cloudiest city in the U.S., Forks is the first listing to show up.” She shrugged. Something had just drawn her to Forks, some little string that was tied around her brain and one day just tugged her to Washington. A thought occurred to her, and she tagged on: “Or it could be the fact that it’s as far away from Rhode Island as I could get without leaving the continental United States.”

Oh God, he entered the roots, ties, and relationships part of her past. Instead of glaring at him like she wanted to, she instead took interest in her shoes, which coincidentally were actually semi-interesting. She’d forgotten that she’d let people write on these black Converse before they got all tattered and worn. “I’m here alone because I’m the only one- that I know of- who’s a vampire. As far as I know, my little brother now looks older than me and has kids, my best friend has moved on to be some big shot CEO in New York, and my parents are down in retirement homes in Florida.” She sighed. “I’m more of the type of person who prefers books to people anyways. Alone isn’t always a bad thing.”

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Posting with- Edward
Listening to- bird chirping, cars driving by, etc.
Word Count- 543
Notes- It’s fine. My muse was almost killed by To Kill A Mockingbird. I really don’t like that book.
Additional Notes- Do you think I should request someone to make/play a mate for Indie?

[Edward Cullen]

Edward through back and laughed along with her, he imagined it was a very comical experience, him sat there speechless. Yet the laughed had quickly stopped when he'd asked her about her past.
"Ooops"

[/colour] He thought. " I have a tendency to do that, i tend to kill it, stomp on it, then bury it, before stomping on it some more... metaphorically speaking i mean, im alot more of a graceful hunter!"[/colour] He said to her, chuckling to himself, though she was now admiring her converse, though they may be pretty interesting they weren't THAT interesting.
"Way to kill it Edward[/colour], He muttered to himself.

"I need a firewall, A mental firewall so that you can’t get inside my head"[/colour]. He chuckled at her again.
"There is only one person in the world who's mind i cannot read, i can read humans, vampires, werewolves, yet.not.BELLA!"[/colour] He growled playfully."She must love it that i can't get inside her head, it frustrates me beyond belief, sometimes what i wouldn't give to hear her thoughts!"[/colour]. A bee flew into his face, without thinking he squatted it away, not that it could do much damage anyway. His eyes followed the poor bee, who ended up being catapulted into a oak tree near where him and Indie were sitting, with such force the tree was dented, and what was left of the bee fell back down to Earth. He sat there for a moment debating how to take the conversation from this point.

"I think i've been spending to much time around Emmett, i don't know whether you've noticed the gaping whole in the school wall or doors broken... thats Emmett!"[/colour] He chuckled to himself.

He listened carefully to her family history, knowing it must not be easy for her to say it. He'd had more time to adjust, his relatives and family were dead, his memory of them a distance happy blur. But for Indie it must still be painful, her relatives and friends still alive, growing old, having a family, yet... she is here, alone, frozen in time forever. He didn't know really what to say to this.

"You know Indie... my family, there aren't many like us... you should not be alone whether you like books or not. Jaspers a computer freak, he would spend 24/7 in there if we did not drag him out. He'd spend his whole time playing some form of computer game, probably playing vampire with hundreds of humans who would be none the wiser... You should come sit with us at lunch... we don't bite... metaphorically speaking obviously. School can't be any fun, what with history, having me read your mind and being alone."[/colour]. He grinned, trying to meet her gaze, showing he was only joking but part of him was being serious.

Posting with: Indieee (:
word count: 438
Listening to: My ipod and darkness the family are asleep since it is nightt time in england (:
Notesss: Yeah i think indie could do with a mate (:
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[Indie Hayes]

Did he really have to add “metaphorically speaking”? She sighed, and after a quick eye roll, she turned her gaze away from her shoes to meet his. “Adding metaphorically speaking is completely unnecessary, you know.” she pointed out. “You know that I wasn’t picturing you stomping on some adorable little stuffed animals in the shape of Tigger or Eeyore and then burying the poor things only to dig them back up and stomp on them some more, so why bother adding metaphorically speaking?” She stared him down as best she could, considering it was hard to stare someone down when they’re taller than you even when you’re both sitting down.

Despite herself, she giggled when he scolded himself under his breath. He had to have known that she’d hear it, ultra good vampire hearing and all. “I never pictured you as the type of guy that talked to himself.” she teased, nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. It was her silent way of letting him know he was forgiven for totally killing the carefree atmosphere like a fun-sucking black hole that came and went at its leisure.

Patiently, she listened to his very mini rant about not being able to read only one mind, and that mind being Bella’s. She wasn’t sure whether she should be surprised when presented with this new tidbit of information, or have seen it coming. “People tend to be drawn to something that frustrates them or piques their interest. Bella’s the only person in the world who’s a mystery to you, and therefore you’re intrigued.” She shrugged it off like that was all the explanation necessary. Before he even had time to point out that she was right, and that’s exactly what he was thinking, she just quirked a smile. “I know things.” She paused as a thought occurred to her. “Except, unlike you, my observation are just really good guesses.”

Indie followed the flight of the bee as it was swatted away, turning her head to watch it connect with the tree and leave a sizable dent in the bark before falling limply to the ground. She turned back to Edward, a look of mixed horror and amusement taking hold of her features. Somehow, though, it looked completely natural, like she frequently was horrified and amused at the same time. “You just slaughtered a bee!” The words totally contradicted her shaking shoulders that indicated that she was winning the battle against the laughter she was fighting to retain. He explained that he’d been spending too much time around Emmett- she’d seen him once or twice, and been instantly fearful that he was going to crush her if he ever came near her. Rather than attempt to form a coherent answer and not break out laughing, she simply nodded in acknowledgement that she’d heard him.

After gulping down the remains of the mirth that had seconds ago been threatening to break through her restraint, she went about tackling Edward’s next bit of monologue so she could make it an adequate dialogue. “Note to self: disconnect the computers in the Cullen house sometime to piss Jasper off.” Shifting positions, she placed her arms behind her to hold her weight as she leaned back and tilted her gaze to the sky. Her reward for the action came in the form of a few straggling raindrops plopping on her cheeks. For once, she didn’t mind. “I appreciate the offer and everything, but I don’t think I can accept. I mean, someone would get suspicious if I randomly joined your table. There are social status rules, you know,” She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. His grin didn’t go unnoticed.

“Besides,” Indie went on. “Forty hours of hell a week isn’t all that bad.” Her lips molded into a goofy little smile at the idea of who would be waiting for her when she left the premises.

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Posting with- Eddie-kins
Listening to- Alternative songs on my iTunes account turned to shuffle.
Word Count- six five four
Notes- You know what I’ve been distracted with.