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Post by Edward Cullen on Nov 22, 2008 19:57:12 GMT -8
Edward ran lightning quick through the forest, approaching his home in less than 2 minutes. That's an all new high... he though momentarily. The door was unlocked, like it always was; nobody dared to come to this house or anywhere near it, because they subconsciously feared the location.
He silently walked up the stairs, went into his room, and closed the door. His closet was huge, full of so many clothes he still hadn't gotten to wear them all in the past 100 years. He tapped his finger on his chin, deciding what would be the right attire for tonight. Jeans? No, too casual. Black dress pants? No, too fancy. He finally decided on a pair of dark brown, fitted dress pants. Now for the shirt... A plain tee was out of the question. Maybe a white dress shirt, under a black and tan argyle sweater? He nodded his head to his mental question. To match, he chose a pair of nice black shoes. He always did his hair the same: put gel on his hands and run them through his hair, going for the just-rolled-out-of-bed or the just-got-out-of-the-shower look. Bella seemed to like it well enough.
When he decided that he looked good enough, he stood in front of the mirror for a quick second. Good enough. he muttered. He grabbed his light beige jacket that hung over the arm of his black couch, and headed out the door. Running would be too messy, so he got in his Volvo and headed back to Bella's.
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