Silence: It can say so much

"I still don't know why you care so much about that guy," my best friend Brea said, as she grabbed her Math book out of her locker. "He's probably just some crazy stalker who likes staring at you. The weird part is, you stare back." she finished. 1

I was not really paying attention, I was to busy looking at my admirer, as if he would disappear the second I looked away. This was not a first, not for either of us, for the past month or so we had been having these versations. He looked at me, as if he was admiring a piece of art work, that was the only way I could describe it. It wasn't in the creepy stalker-like way Brea described. We had never actually spoken to each other, I didn't even know his name, and I was almost certain he didn't know mine. 2

He was quite beautiful though, not in the model type way, but in the mysterious way sort of. His skin was pale, practically white as I could tell, and he had straight, choppy black hair that hung in his bright green eyes. His build was perfect, not to muscular, but also toned. I could tell this from the white, snug, sweater he wore one day. I'm was surprised he didn't have girls running after him, he was far better looking than most of the stupid jocks girls went for. I was just so curious, as to why he would stare at me. Of all the blonds in the senior class, why me, a brunette.3

I was about as average, and nerdy, as a person could get. I had shoulder length, light brown hair, my eyes were a rare shade of violet. It was my favorite feature, everything else on me I practically hated. I wasn't very tall, barely about five foot five, and very skinny. Not anorexic, but I always wanted a fuller figure, even when my friends were jealous of me. So, really, there was absolutely no reason why a guy like him would even notice me. 4

I straightened out my blue, long sleeved shirt, and turned to look at my friend. "Its just that, he's interesting. I don't think I've ever seen him before he started staring at me." I recalled that day in lunch, in March, the day this mysterious being walked into the school. 5

"Well, duh, he moved here from Alaska, I think. Just about two months ago, I think his name is Noel, or Noah. Yes that's it, Noah." she said, deep in thought. "He must be interested in you, it seems as if he never stops staring at you, wherever you are he seems to be in the same place." 6

"Oh please, the day a guy like that's interested in me, its the day Edward Cullen becomes ugly." I smiled, at my little Twilight reference. She just rolled her eyes, and we started down the plain white hallways of Bridgeford High, to our History class. I peaked over my shoulder, and a few yards away, walking gracefully, was Noah.7

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I stared at my reflection in the mirror, twisting to get different angles, making sure I looked as perfect as I could. Which wasn't that much. The black dress flowed elegantly down my figure, it was a halter style, with a low back. I had to say, my mother had good taste, then again, a daughters Senior prom only comes around once. I did feel some what confident though, even though I would be attending the event, with a complete jerk. 9

His name was Alex, and he was part of the football team, he was a total player. He was with more girls, than there were countries in this world, I know a very peculiar hobby. Brea hooked me up with him, and since I didn't have a date, and it was the day before the dance, I said yes. It wasn't like I had to spend the whole night with him, I'd dance with him once or twice, and the rest of the time I'd hang with my friends. Maybe Noah would even be there.10

I was honestly surprised he hadn't asked me, I mean he had checked me out more than once, but as always, none of the times it had been the rude way. The way high school guys usually eyed woman, I knew he was old fashioned, very respectful. I liked that quality. So it depressed me a bit that he hadn't even spoken one single word to me, in the two months he's been in North Carolina, it truly frustrated me. Now it was to the point where I was getting annoyed. 11

"Melanie! Alex is here!" my mother shouted, and I made my way downstairs, walking to my so called gentleman. Tonight was sure to be fun, not really.12

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I ran and ran, all the way down to the dock, and was stopped by the end of the passage way. I was gasping for air, breathing heavily, trying to calm myself down just a bit. Even though I had every right to be more than upset. I felt so violated, so exposed, so taken advantage of. How could he think I'd wanted to do that? I barely knew him. I was sure he would have raped me, if it wasn't for a black figure, who pulled him off of me and out of the closet. 14

I looked out, over the dark water of the lake, wondering how much worse this night would get. When suddenly, I felt a cool hand on my shoulder. I jumped, and was about to scream but a hand covered my mouth gently, silencing me. It wasn't only the hand though, it was the face, he was the last person I thought I'd be seeing tonight. His green eyes sparkled in the moonlight, as he lowered his hand, and stared into my purple orbs.15

"Are you okay, miss? I saw you run out, I'm sorry for what happened to you." his voice was soft, it was like bells, it calmed all my nerves immediately. "I promise that man will never touch you again, I'll kill him if he does." he was the one that pulled Alex off of me, he was the one that saved me. How had he known where we were? Of course, if he follows and eyes me at school, he would surely do it at prom. 16

I was silent, I couldn't think of anything to say, I was still in shock of him being so close to me. His hand was on my arm now, sending electricity throughout my body. When I didn't say something, he continued, "You look like you just saw a ghost. Oh, I'm sorry." he must have realized he'd never talked to me before, he removed his hand right away. I didn't want him to do that, his skin felt so smooth, like satin. "You don't even know who I am, I'm an idiot, you must think I'm a stalker. I know you've noticed me staring at you, you must think its creepy, huh?" he questioned.17

Somehow I found my voice, and when I spoke it was actually steady. "At first, but then I guess I got used to it. It actually flattered me a little bit, but it also confused me. Why would you stare at me? I'm nothing special." I admitted, looking down at his shoes. I had just noticed that he looked quite handsome, as always, in his basic black, formal suit. 18

"Oh contre, I'd have to disagree." he lifted my chin up a bit, so that I was staring at his face. "I don't want to freak you out, but, you intrigue me. From the first day I got here, you caught my eye, just by doing the simplest things you make me go crazy." his voice was almost a mutter now, and yet I could still understand every word that escaped his perfect pale lips, "And we don't even know each other, its really confusing." 19

So, was he saying he did like me? I make him go crazy? Even though this whole thing was already absurd, and way to fast, it didn't feel awkward in the slightest bit. "What kinds of things?" I asked, truly curious.20

"The way your hair blows across your face in the wind, how scarlet you turn when you blush, the sound of your laugh that I hear across the room." his smile was dazzling as he said this, as he looked down at me. "The amazing color of your eyes, the way they sparkle when you figure something out, as you can see I pay a lot of attention to detail. I could go on forever." I could tell he was no longer worried about freaking me out, but he did keep his voice careful, he didn't want to seem like a crazy person. Really, to me, he was anything but. "To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world." he quoted, I figured the line was from a book or movie. 21

I turned away, trying to hide my blush, I now faced the open water and my hands gripped the railing like before. I was trying to soak all this in, trying to comprehend that he was interested by me, when it really should be the other way around. He was the one that was probably more interesting. I felt a chilled hand enclose around mine, and in the next moment he was right next to me, staring at the small waves. I stared at him now, wondering why he was holding my hand, already? 22

He seemed to notice, and without turning away from the view, asked me, "This isn't moving to fast now is it? Like I said before, I don't want to scare you." 23

"No, its fine, it feels nice." it really did, I had felt so hot before, just the smallest touch of his cool skin cooled me down.24

"Do you find me interesting? Do you think I'm attractive at all?" he laughed a bit at the end, lightening the mood, it was like a chorus of bells.25

"Well, your mysterious to say the least, and your not horrible to look at either. You seem like a decent, respectable guy, and you saved me. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't of stopped him, thank you." I said, smiling for the first time in while. It wasn't a fake smile either.26

"I think I'm already falling in love with you, and we've only talked for about ten minutes. Its crazy, I know. It killed me at school to not just go up and talk to you, but I guess I was afraid, I didn't know if you would find me repulsive or not." he admitted.27

"That's definitely the furthest impression of you I have. But isn't that what loves suppose to be? Crazy, unexplainable, spontaneous?" I questioned, looked in his eyes, it was true. I felt the same way he did, this was my first conversation with him, and yet everyone else didn't seem to matter. Just his presence, his hand on mine, it was enough to satisfy me for a long, long time. 28

I turned away for a second, but when I turned to look at him again, his face was merely centimeters away from mine. My breath caught in my throat, I could literally feel his cool, minty breath on my parted lips. I was paused only a second though, and it was suddenly comfortable actually, and before I could blink again he closed the distance between our lips. I'd never kissed a guy before, but now that I was kissing this man, I never wanted to kiss anyone else. My arms wrapped around his neck, and his went around my waist, pulling me closer to him. After about a long minute, we pulled away, even though I never thought I wanted to. 29

"Amazing, extravagant, wow." he said, lifting one of his hands, to push some of my hair back behind my ear.30

"You took the words right out of my mouth," I said playfully, and then remembered something. "Before we continue, you never told me your name?" I wasn't sure if it was really Noel or Noah.31

"Its Noah, Melanie." and with that he attached our lips again, leaving me confused as to how I knew my name, but at the moment I didn't care. I was much to infatuated with my Edward Cullen. That's basically what he was to me, and I had no doubt that we would be together for a very long time, if not forever. Hey, a girl can hope.32