“As long as I get to hear more about you, too.” He said with a wink. I agreed and he continued. “Well, believe it or not, I also lived in Forks, with my adopted parents Esme and Carlisle Cullen. We lived just outside of Forks and I was kind of home-schooled so not many people knew about me, but my father is a doctor at the hospital there. I was adopted at age 3, but they've always been my parents to me, they are really amazing.” He sighed at the end. “I know Dr. Cullen. I've actually seen him plenty of times. I'm quite clumsy, so I made frequent visits to the hospital. I'm surprised I never knew he had a son. My dad always talked to him. They were on first name basis because of how often I went in.” I laughed uneasily and blushed a little. Edward just flashed me one of his crooked smiles that made me forget everything around me, except for him.

He continued on with his story. “I'm attending Cornish in hopes of getting a Music Composition degree so I can publish my music. I love to write songs for the piano. My father wanted me to be a doctor, but music is my true passion. Right now, I'm living by myself in an apartment near the school.” He stopped. He started to look around us. Apparently, we had reached the lookout spot. It was amazing. There were so many different birds and colors surrounding us. The sun was also beginning to set, leaving the sky a mix of oranges and reds, tinting the nature around us. I could feel the lowering sun, glowing on my pale skin. I heard Edward whisper a “Absolutely breathtaking,” which I assumed was about the view, until I realized he was staring right at me, his emerald eyes glowing in the light of the setting sun.

He had a look of almost awe on his face. I got embarrassed to be looked at with such longing by a man, especially one as handsome as Edward. I blushed and kept my eyes busy on nature instead of locking my eyes with his intense emeralds.

We started making our way back as he heard my stomach rumbling and our time was just about up. “So what are your classes this semester?” I heard him ask, suddenly. “Oh, um, well I have Us and Them, and Visual Art History I on Mondays and Wednesdays, Honors English on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Art Foundations and Intro to Digital Media on Tuesdays and Thursdays. What about you?” I replied almost robotically. I immediately blushed at how offhand I must have sounded. He didn't seem to notice, or just didn't care as he replied. “Well, I have Composition Seminar On Mondays and Wednesdays, Honors English and Music Theory II on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Existentialism and Piano II on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”