i wonder - edward cullen x reader
You patiently waited as the doctor came in. The nurse already checked your vitals. She tells you it’s been a pretty eventful day.
His face was magical in a way but you felt comfortable. His smile was bright and shiny and you couldn’t help but bring out your own smile.
“I know you’re ready to get this thing off.” he says to you and you nod.
It was true. You were tired of doing everything with one hand. The special saw cut through the cast and you look at the limb that’s been covered for some time. It felt freeing.
You walk out of the room as you thank the doctor.
“Now remember, no playing right away. Wait for a few days to a week.”
“Aw, really?” you say with much disappointment.
“It’s important that you don’t rush it. Your other hand I’m sure is thanking you.”
“It’s no fun playing with one hand.” you say with a playful pout and Dr. Cullen laughs a bit. Placing a hand on your arm, “It won’t be fun to hurt it even more.”
He glances elsewhere and he then gives you a polite smile before sending you on your way. You see him walk in the direction of the boy and a girl, around your same age as they talked quietly.
You then flex your hand, seeing that your wrist was a bit smaller than your other one. You test out of your wrist, pretending to play a few notes as if you’re at a piano. You shake your head as you clutch it.
You wince a bit as you understood what Dr. Cullen meant. You then sigh a bit before pulling out your phone to let your parent know that you’re done and on your way home.
“You play?” you hear a voice. It startled you a bit but it was soothing.
You slowly look up. You see that the boy that Dr. Cullen seemed to know, was staring at you. He was by himself instead of with the girl you seen him with earlier, waiting for an answer. His gaze was intense, which made you look down for a moment as you nod.
“How do you know?” you ask quietly. You didn’t know why you felt shy.
“I saw you test your wrist out as if you were playing keys.” He says. You look up and he brings on a soft but friendly smile.
You expected the same answer as always.
Your eyebrows raise a little in shock.
“Why are you…Surprised?” he asks with a low chuckle.
“Sorry..It’s just…I don’t know too many people who do play.”
“Did you just move here?” he asks.
“Yeah..I’ve been asking people..To you know, make friends but…” you end it with a shrug.
He opens his mouth to say something but you hear a small voice close to you.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?”
You turn around to see a brunette, she’s hanging near the corner of the hallway. She staring dead at the boy you were talking to.
You turn back to the boy in front of you. He had a look that showed he was conflicted.
You make a small wave and started to be on your way. You didn’t look back.
“It was nice while it lasted.” you say in your head.
“So what did the doctor say?” your parent asks you.
“They said I have to wait up to a week to get back into using both hands.” you say over dinner.
“Well, that’s not bad. You catch on quick.”
“I know…You know I want to enter the music competition soon.”
That’s when they paused their chewing.
“You’re…Thinking about joining that?” they ask. You nod.
“It’s just….It’s your hobby and all but..For it to be your career…It’s very hard to make a profitable career out of that.”
“So..All of these years of classes and lessons are just going to be thrown away? Just like that?”
“I’m not saying that. Maybe it shouldn’t come first. You’ve always have gotten great grades. Y/N, it’s your final year before you go out into the real world. Picking a smart and lucrative career choice will help you be more prepared while being comfortable and stable.”
You sigh as you dig into your dinner. The same old talk.
“You start school tomorrow. Are you excited?” they ask with a smile. You mutter out a yes.
You lie in bed in the new home. After the divorce of your parents, you had to choose which one to stay with to finish out your year. The parent you chose, chose to move away for new beginnings. You didn’t mind. You were a bit happy that you got to start fresh in a way. You were a bit tired of your old school and wasn’t afraid of change.
The heat blasted from the vents of the car as you wrung your fingers a bit. A hand meets your hand.
“Easy, Y/N. Your wrist finally starting to heal up.”
“I know. Sorry.” you say and the school comes into view.
“I will be here when school lets out. Have a good first day.” they say with a big smile.
You get out after giving your parent a quick hug and you slowly walk towards the building.
You looked at your phone, checking the room number of where your home room was.
Chatters of different students meeting up with their friends were surrounding you and your ears.
Your eyes catch a familiar face. The same boy from the hospital, was leaning against his car. He seemed just as surprised to see you as you.
You continue walking however, you didn’t want to be overbearing.
You kept saying yes to people asking you if you were new. You were a bit tired of the question.
At lunch, people from classes that you did make small talk with, did ask you to sit with them.
When school was over, you walked out to the school lot. You saw the same boy from the hospital. This time, he made an effort to make a small wave. A small smile formed on your lips as you waved back.
“Y/N. Over here!” you hear and you internally groan with embarrassment.
“I know what your car looks like.” you say as you close the car door. They only laugh.
The next day, you walk to the school stairs, you slipped on the patch of ice.
A hand catches you and your heart race. You steady your knees and you look up to find the same boy.
“Thanks.” you say and he nods with a tight grin.
“You never told me your name.” he says.
“You never told me yours.” you reply back as you look back at him.
Names were then exchanged.
You both began to walk side to side.
“How long have you been playing?” he asks with interest.
“Since I gained consciousness.” you say with a small laugh. It was true. You don’t remember the first lessons, you just remember always having to go. His small laugh sounded a bit like bell chimes. It made you prolong your eye contact with him.
“What about you? You seem to be the expert.” you say.
“What’s a long time?” you playfully challenge.
You watch as his eyebrows furrow, as he continues to walk.
“What’s wrong…?” you ask slowly in slight confusion.
Shaking his head slightly, you both stop at the classroom you were supposed to go in, “Nothing…I would like to hear you play sometime.”
“Really? Well some time next week I should be good.” you say as you raise your wrists and you walk in the classroom. As you sat down, you realize that he was still standing at the same spot you left him in. It wasn’t until you were fully seated, you see him walk away.
A teacher asks you if you could take some paperwork to the office. You accept since your class work is completed.
You walk in the office and find that Edward is murmuring to the woman at the front desk.
“Here you go.” you say and Edward turns around. The woman thanks you and tells him with apologetic intentions, “It’s January, I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Cullen.”
You watch as he has a wave of frustration be painted on his face.
You held the door open for him as you exit out.
“Cullen…So, your dad is Dr. Cullen?” you observe and ask.
“Yes.” he answered. You both walk as if there isn’t a rush to get to anywhere.
“He’s nice.” you comment.
“It wouldn’t be the first time he’s heard that.” he says.
“So..The blonde girl is your girlfriend?”
“Oh. Sorry.” you say sheepishly.
“It wouldn’t be the first time she’s heard that.” he says with a grin that makes you return it.
“So…How many siblings do you have?”
“Two brothers and two sisters.”
“Eventful.” you say and enter back into the classroom.
“How was school?” your parent asks you over dinner.
“A couple. The people and the teachers there are nice.” you say as you look at your food.
“I didn’t know Dr. Cullen’s son went to this high school.”
“Yeah. He’s nice too.” you say.
“The entire family keeps to themselves I heard.”
You were in the middle of reading a book.
You look up and Edward is peering down at you as you sat in a chair in the school library, being immersed in the plot.
“Free period.” he says as he sits in a seat that’s close to yours.
“Oh.” you say and close your book.
You look at him. “You know, I meant to tell you something.”
“What’s that?” he asks as he searched your face.
“You have unique eyes. Is it some type of…Condition or something?”
“….I guess you can say that….Yeah..It’s a condition.”
“Oh. Do you want to dive into that?” you ask.
“I prefer not. Is that alright?”
“How did you mess up your wrist?”
You chuckle a bit before answering.
It was his turn to match your chuckle.
“Yeah well…That’s what happened over the summer. Man, I was pissed. I was crying, not because of the pain, but because I couldn’t use both hands to play piano.” you say.
“Did you still use one hand?”
“Yeah. It’s boring though.” you say with a slight frown.
You didn’t expect him to close his hand around it. His hands were cold, but it felt nice, like an ice pack. You’ve been using it to exercise it, so the cool sensation helped. In sync, you both lean in.
“Are you used to the cold? And snow?”
“Yeah. It’s my favorite time of the year.”
“Same. No annoying bugs.” you answer back.
He grins as he looked down at your wrist.
“Have you ever broken or sprained a bone before?” you ask.
“Aren’t you lucky.” you comment.
“I am.” he says and the bell rings.
You walk the halls to lunch, you find that the brunette girl from the hospital also went to the same school.
She looked at you only for a second before looking away.
In history, the teacher announced a project. You all had to pick a time period out of a bin, write in a journal and pretend to be someone who is living in the time period.
“Fun.” you said under your breath, you thought it was interesting.
A small journal was passed out, the teacher allowed you and others to work in groups if you wanted.
You started writing down your year in your journal.
“Are you working with someone?”
You look up to a familiar boy in the class. He was quiet, but sat in the back from the times you’ve been in this class.
“Do you mind if we work together?”
“I don’t mind.” you say in a small voice.
As he sat down, he scoots his chair a bit away from you, but his presence was friendly enough that you didn’t feel offended, you felt a wave of calmness, you didn’t feel nervous like you thought you would be.
Smiling softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak in class.” you say.
He shrugged with his own quiet smile.
“What year did you get?” you ask.
“The 1980’s.” he says with a roll of his eyes, “What about you?”
“1860’s.” you say sharing your distaste for the year you had to do, with a roll of your own eyes. You quickly saw a sparkle in his eye.
“What? You think this time period was interesting?” you ask. He nods a bit.
“So much history happened within that time frame.” he said with certainty.
“At least the 80’s were fun. Big hair, good music, and colorful vibes.” you say as you thought of music videos.
“It was alright.” he says but clears his throat, “I’m a bit old fashioned. I don’t really care to learn much about that time period but it looks like I have to.”
“Yeah.” you say as you look at him.
“So. Have any trouble?” he asks.
“The heck did people do for fun back then?” you say. You wanted to snooze.
“Play games, read, gamble on horse races.” he lists.
“How do you know so much?” you ask as you doodle spirals on the edge of your paper to kill time.
“I guess you can say I’m a history geek.”
You laugh a little, “What’s your name?”
As the bell rang to leave, “Pray for me. Hopefully I won’t fall asleep while writing.” you say jokingly.
A small laugh escaped his throat, “You will be fine…You can always ask me questions..”
He nods once as a small and petite girl skips to his side. She brightly shined her sparkling smile at you.
“When did you move here?”
“A little last week.” you answer. She grins as she nods in acknowledgment. Her energy was high. You felt it was a bit contagious as you couldn’t help feel the excitement rubbing off on you.
“Do you like it here?” she asks as you walk. She hugged Jasper’s arm as you all walk the hallway.
“It’s been good to me so far.” you say.
You all three talk as you made your way to your last class of the day. Learning the girl’s name you tell her, “Nice to meet you again Alice. See you, Jasper.”
Coming out to the school lot, you see that the rest of Edward’s family is looking at you by their cars.
You then knew who Edward’s siblings were. All expect one. He was muscular and he held the blonde girl close to him.
It was the weekend. You were thankful that you got to sleep in.
Pulling out your keyboard, you fiddle with it with your one hand.
You were bored. You missed trying to learn complex notes but you knew that if you forced the fast recovery, you wouldn’t be better.
You scrolled through the website of the music competition. You knew exactly what song you wanted to play. You had to submit a recording.
You didn’t care about the prize money, but just to show off your talents was something that you wanted to do.
The weeks rolled by, you could finally play again. You parent comes home and that’s all they hear, the tinkering of the keyboard and the piano that was in the home.
“When’s your lesson?” they ask as you help them unload groceries.
“Next week. I’ve been practicing.” you say with a grin.
“That’s nice. Fill out for colleges yet?”
That’s when you got quiet.
“Y/N.” they say in a warning tone.
“I’m working on it. I just don’t know what I want to do yet.” you say.
“You were always good with tech. Maybe, do something with math. It’s your highest grade.”
“Ugh, no. I only make sure it’s my highest because it’s important.” you say. They only sigh with a slight shake of their head as they state, “Your time is ticking.”
In lab, you sighed as you mixed substances with your lab partner.
“You’re joining this class?” you heard your teacher ask.
You look up and you almost took your goggles off. Edward looks at you as you looked at him.
“Y/N, you have to weigh it.” your lab partner beside you, tells you, the pen is in their hand and ready to write down the information on the worksheet.
“Right. Sorry.” you say and weigh the concoction in the glass measuring cup.
You watch him join a group, making him the third person.
When class was over, “You’re in this class?” you ask, trying your best to hold your excitement. He was a year below you. You didn’t know why you were excited. You brushed it off as it being happy to see a familiar face.
“Yeah.” he says casually.
“Willingly?” you ask and he nods.
“Jeez, no offense but, do you enjoy suffering?” you ask. You hated that class. Especially lab days. You were glad that the next day was a study hall instead of a double period.
He laughs, “It’s not that bad. I enjoy science.”
You both enter the hall and you place your hands together, “Be my guardian angel?”
“Next report period when it’s time to pick partners, just pick me. You’ll get an easy A.” he says with a slight shrug.
Jasper suggested that you both take turns reading each other’s journals. The due date was the next day.
He did a good job. It made you want to live in the 80’s. For Jasper, it was as if he went through a time machine.
You slide each other your journals back.
“Man, what a ride. I would’ve thought you lived it.” you say. You didn’t miss the flash of happiness. He then makes his face neutral.
“I can say the same.” he says, almost looking proud at your journal.
“I thought you weren’t interested in that time frame?” he continued to ask as if he caught your hand in the cookie jar. You shrug with a smile.
“I’m not. But, you gotta do what you gotta do right?” you reply as gesture the classroom.
Before you could push the door open to leave the school building, you heard, “Do you have a ride?”
“Oh, hey. Um…I do.” you say.
She seemed a bit disappointed.
“Well, tomorrow we have a two hour delay. We should come to school together.” she suggests as she picks her mood back up.
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “How do you-”
The announcement came on, “A two hour delay is issued for Forks High School, tomorrow morning. Students don’t forget to….”
“Lucky guess. You should be gambler or something.” you say. She laughs a perfect laugh and links her arm with yours follows you outside.
“So, what do you say? I’ll get you breakfast.” she bribed.
“Oh wow, food? How could I say no?” you ask with a smile.
You still woke up at your usual time, you watched the snowflakes fall fast out of your window. You used the extra time to work the keyboard in your room with your headphones in. Your parent knows you have a way to school, they tell you to let them know if you need a ride back home.
You carefully walk down the steps. Edward leans against the car. You had to be careful with your steps as you observed the snowflakes that fell perfectly on him. You look away to not seem rude or weird. He closes the car door after you get in. Jasper and Alice is in the backseat.
“He was just standing out there like it isn’t freezing.” you say to them and they laugh as they looked at each other.
“I told you, it’s my favorite time of the year.” he says with a grin as he worked the steering wheel.
“You’re crazy, Edward.” you comments as you put your hands to the vents that blew out hot air.
“I know.” you heard him say.
People stared as you got out of the car. You didn’t know why. Your stomach was full from the breakfast that was in fact paid for by Alice. You had to fight with her to not be so sharing but she prevailed, saying she was keeping her promise.
“Uh.. Why are people staring?” you whispered to Edward as he walked close to you. Jasper had his arm around Alice.
“They just want to know how and why you’re around us.” he says with a lax expression.
Walking through the metal detectors and picking your bag back up.
“How do you know?” you ask.
“We stay to ourselves. Never felt the need to make new friends.” he explains as Jasper and Alice waved goodbye to you both.
After waving, you turn your head as you walk, “So, I’m the chosen one?” you say with a joking tone.
“That’s..One way to put it.” he says.
“So, answer their question. Why me?” you ask as you stop at your locker, placing your wet coat inside.
He leans next to the locker that’s beside you, “You don’t want friends?”
“Whatever.” you say with a light laugh, “If I don’t recall, you talked to me first.”
“I did?” he asks but you knew that he knew.
“I still want to hear you play. It’s been more than a week.” he says.
With a slight smile as you look ahead of you as you walk, “You’ve been keeping count?”
“Call me excited. I want to see what you got.”
“Cool, I’ll send you a video when I get the chance.” you say and try to go into the classroom but a hand gently grasp your sweater covered arm. You look to him.
“Oh….Okay.” you say and you hesitantly walk in your classroom.
Your mind was on the thought of playing piano in front of Edward. You wondered how. Would he come over to your house? Would you go over his house? You immediately shook the thought out of your head. He already told you that him and his siblings really don’t bring people around them. But, you couldn’t help but wonder in your brain, “I wonder what made me the exception?”
You snap out of your thoughts. You clear your throat as the teacher and classroom was silent, waiting for your answer.
You look down on your worksheet and speak out an answer.
“Very good.” the teacher says and moves on.
Your class took notes in science, it didn’t help that you could see Edward from across the room. You didn’t know how it was possible for one to be so non sociable.
You sat sideways on the comfy library chair. It was in the back, the history section.
“Wait…You said you had two sisters. Who’s the brunette?” you ask in a bored tone, fidgeting idly with the book on one of the shelves.
“Bella Swan. She’s not related to us.”
Chuckling as he looked at his hands, “She’s not my friend.”
You look about. He watches you.
You sit up straighter, feeling slightly nervous under his gaze, “Something’s fishy.”
“What do you mean?” he asks in a stoic tone.
“Are you….” you sigh. He’s patient. You look down before looking up, “Are you and your siblings like….Blood related?”
He opens his mouth but you speak, “Sorry. That was rude. Damn.” you say.
“Don’t you want to ask something else?”
“Is it obvious?” you ask and he nods.
“Well….” you say and look at him in the eye before looking at his fabric covered chest, “Are you all…Adopted?”
“So….” you sigh and shake your head and he asks, “What?”
You sigh a bit before giving him a nervous smile, “I see how Alice and Jasper act towards….Each other…I’m not judging but…”
“Oh.” you say as you swallow and grab a book off of instinct.
“Are you weirded out?” he asks. He didn’t seem uncomfortable. He simply asked.
You open and close it as you look down. “Yeah.”
“Like I said, who am I to be someone’s judge?” you propose.
He doesn’t say anything after that.
At lunch, you chewed slowly. You looked up a couple of times at Jasper’s table. The blonde girl and the brawny boy who was their brother. They all three glanced your way and you felt small in a way. But, you look back to what the person next to you at the table was saying.
You wondered if the other brother played a sport, but he didn’t hang out with the guys who were on actual teams.
The history teacher turns on a movie and makes everyone write down answers for the worksheet.
You were thankful for the distraction.
Pulling your coat out, you hear your name.
You turn around, to find Edward standing there.
“Do you have any plans after school?”
You rack your brain, but it’s been such a relaxed day, that homework was done.
“Um…” you say and you immediately think of your keyboard that you left on your bed.
“Honestly I’m just trying to get home and relax.”
He blinked at your answer.
Alice then bounces in your view.
“Hey, you.” she says with a smile.
“Oh. Hey. Thanks so much for this morning. That really meant a lot.” you say.
She touched your arm with a grin.
“Come on, ride back with us.” she persuades.
“We have a piano at our house.” she says.
“You did that on purpose.” you say with a small laugh as you close your locker and start to walk.
“I wanted to go home and relax and here you are bribing me once again.” you say.
At your side, “Carlisle says that your wrists are way better.” Alice chirped.
“Who’s that?” you ask dripping in confusion.
You never thought to call your parent by their first name like that. But you still didn’t judge.
“Oh. Yeah. I’m just using my keyboard for right now.” you say as you walk out the school doors.
“Well.. Our piano is huge. You should see it. Maybe play for us.” she says as you walk down the school stairs.
“Hmm…” you say with dramatic sarcasm.
“Please?” she dragged on.
“You guys act like I’m a special composer or something.” you say as you look at both Alice and Edward.
“We’re parked over here.” Alice grabs your hand.
On a doctor’s salary, there was just no way. You subtly peered around the home.
The parents. They looked so vibrant. So youthful. Dr. Cullen almost shined as he stood next to his smiling wife.
“Hi, Dr. Cullen.” you say.
Esme was the mother’s name.
“I like your name.” you compliment. She seemed touched and complimented yours back.
“Carlisle is okay. I already know who you are Y/N.” he says in a friendly tone.
Shrugging your coat off, it’s taken out of your hands as Edward placed a hand on your shoulder.
You saw it. You silently let your jaw drop. You walk out from under Edward’s hand.
It sat tall and strong. It was grand. It was shiny as if it was newly purchased. You thought you were dreaming. You could almost hear it whispering your name.
“Oh my gosh.” you whisper.
“What is it?” You hear Esme ask.
“This piano….Do you mind if I-“
“Of course. Yes. Please do.” she says, almost excited as you.
Edward was immediately near you and if you weren’t so distracted, you would’ve wondered how he had gotten there so fast.
With a smile that made your cheeks sore, your fingers pressed down on the keys with precision. Your foot tapped the pedal as music filled the living room. You stop your tiny concert short as you felt that you were overstaying your company.
“Why did you stop?” you collectively heard.
“Sorry..I didn’t know..” you say and you rise from the bench, feeling a bit sheepish from the attention.
The blonde that had her arms crossed looked at the area you were in, with slight interest. She reminded you of an ice queen.
“So. Whats the new rank?” the boy who was brawny spoke up. His voice was deep and displayed a smirk.
The blonde taps the back of her hand onto his chest with a clenched jaw. He looked at her with slight apologetics.
Edward chuckled next to you.
You knew off of the top, he knew how to liven up a room.
“Nothing. Ignore him.” the blonde says snappily.
Emmett and Rosalie reminded you of Jasper and Alice in a way. You didn’t want to ask questions, but you couldn’t stop the questions from coming inside of your brain.
“You’re talented.” Esme says to you without drawing attention.
You show sincere appreciation.
You held and read his music sheets as you sat on his couch. His room was spacious. He invited you up as he could tell you weren’t going to touch the piano anymore.
Edward let you take the lead in the conversation. Allowing you to talk about yourself and what you want to do passionately.
“A competition?” he asks with interest. You only nod as you sat his sheets down.
“So. When am I going to see you play?” you ask.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment before peering at the floor for a moment.
“I’m keeping you to your word.” you say.
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