11.19.2008

Unauthorized parody of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight



I looked at Edward. He was physically perfect, the human equivalent of a giant cream-filled eclair with his perfect pale skin, his golden, pastry-colored eyes, and his alternative-rock hair that was always mussed in just the perfectly disheveled way. Whenever I was next to him, I found myself wondering how it was possible for him to love me—-even though every boy in our high school was falling over himself to love me, I just saw myself as a frumpy, clumsy fool. I was, after all, just a typical girl.

"Have you ever noticed how stupid you are sometimes?" Edward asked me with a smirk, a smirk that mocked me with its perfection. And then he laughed softly, a sound so heavenly it entered my ear with the charm of churchbells ringing on a far-off hill.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, sure. I'm the stupid one," I replied sarcastically. But I knew it was true. Just being around Edward seemed to drain me of all my intelligence. I could barely focus in Biology when we sat next to each other. Even his smell--floral, musky--was intoxicating. I felt dizzy.

Edward touched me with his cold, vampiric hand, reminding me of how dead he really was. He must have been eighty years older than me, but he was so perfect and youthful, his face like a marquee idol's, that I couldn't believe it. And he wanted to suck my blood from my body until there wasn't a hitch of breath left in my lungs. Deep down, I was afraid I wanted it too.

I could sense Edward trying to read my thoughts. "Stop that," I said with irritation. I hated his surreptitious attempts to read me.

He slammed a hand down on the table. "God! You can be so foolish sometimes!" he seethed. His eyes glared at me with an intensity only someone that beautiful could possess. I tried to understand his frustration--after all, an ageless vampire must have a whole host of troubling memories I could deconstruct--but after a few moments, when his eyes softened at me and the corners of his mouth curled up like little elven feet, I forgot entirely what I was thinking about. What?

He leaned in to kiss me--or to bite me, I wasn't sure--and I stopped breathing. We could both hear my big, stupid heart pounding under my ample teenage boobs, the ones Edward could hear all the boys thinking about when he read their thoughts, and the silence between us spanned eons. We sat there, almost kissing, for the entire rest of the book, during which time nothing else happened except for me avoiding conversation with my father, trying to let every boy in the school down easy, and wait--what was I thinking about again? Edward's looking at me. He's so pretty.

5 comments:

  1. Haha, I just read Twilight last week on my trip to visit my parents in New Jersey. It was perfect awesomely terrible reading for the train.

    I got the book because a friend heard me say I was thinking about reading it before the movie comes out. The next day she gave me a copy of the book along with a Twilight poster.

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  2. This post is such a wonderful relief from all the annoying press for the movie. And having read the book, I have to say that I like your bella a lot better than the real one.

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  3. PS. Though it's cheesy, I secretly would love to have the cover of one of my yet-unwritten books be made into a poster and plastered on the walls of teenage girls the world over. Then I'd know I'd made it as a literati.

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  4. Bella = the anti-Buffy
    Stephanie Meyers = the anti-Joss?

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  5. i love the almost kissing line-- so true!

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