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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

3. Common

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I was dreading going in to town, because each time I did, I made a complete and utter fool of myself.

It seemed as though Edward Mason grasped every opportunity he could to try and see me, and usually it was always in town.

Every time my eyes met his, or I just gave a slightest glance towards him, I would blush scarlet, and immediately trip on my own feet after. It almost became a daily situation. My mother would always try and get me to see him, always saying that his rank is high, his family is comfortable, and he was handsome. ‘The perfect man’ she always called him, when Father couldn’t hear.

It was as if she was just holding her breath, waiting for Edward to drop down on one knee, anytime she spotted him by me, which actually happened often.

I wish I could just say to the man, ‘please just leave me alone’, and then the public humiliation would come to a halt, but I couldn’t. There was something about him that made me anxious to see him, as if the world wouldn’t go on if we weren’t in sight of each other.

I have never felt like that about someone before, but it surely couldn’t be love. You would have to have a real conversation instead of a sentence or two of greeting each other. I hardly knew the man, and so how can you even think in the slightest about love?

Love was not a joking matter; it is something that you can’t just say, unless it has meaning. It is a strong and powerful word, and one must not use it unless they truly mean it, and are serious.

So I would not use the word love in association with Edward, I decided. I nodded my head to myself as I stared out my bed room window. Anytime now my mother would come and ask me to go downtown.

“Bella, come now, we are going downtown.” She said from behind me, as if on cue.

I looked through my window and stared down at the chickens, which had now gotten loose, and saw a servant trying to get them all back in their pen. I almost felt like society was my pen, keeping my locked within it, and when you want to go or do what you want, it would stop you. Unless of course, you found a loop hole and escaped it, but then everyone would just huddle you back in.

“Bella, we have to go pick up your dress, dear.” She reminded me as I turned around, to say something to protest. I shut my mouth, and sighed; she was right.

I got up to get my hat, and she went back downstairs, happy and looking forward to getting Edward and me in the same place once more.

Once I had my hat on, I seized my gloves and put them on my hands as I headed downstairs, towards the front door.

“So, Bella, did I not tell you that the conversation a few nights ago would come back? And now it has.” She began as we walked side by side. She was talking about Edward again, of course. It seems like that is what she talked about all of the time when she was near me.

I stared down at my feet, so she continued to speak. “You aren’t getting any younger, my child. You must marry, you know that. And the way Edward looks at you, and the way you react anytime he is close, it seems to be enough to say that he will probably make an offer for your hand.” She said.

I groaned. “Mother, yes, I know I must marry. But Edward Mason? I don’t even know him! So I see him every once in a while, that doesn’t mean a thing. I don’t want to get married as young as I am, I would rather wait.” I argued.

“Do you think I knew your father very well when we married? You have many years after to get to know each other. He is the perfect man, Bella.” She said yet another time.

“And if I find out that I really don’t love him, what to do then, Mother?” I asked her.

“You simply deal with what you have.” She said as we walked into town. I shook my head at her when she wasn’t looking.

We both made our way to the tailor/dress shop. When we went inside it was a lot less crowded, and for that I was grateful.

“Mrs. Swan, Ms. Swan.” The clerk greeted us, we both nodded. It was such a small town that everyone knew each other and any news whatsoever the town has to offer got around to every ear.

“I believe we have your dress in back, Ms. Swan.” He said.

“Oh, good. Is it finished?” I asked him.

“Yes, Miss, it is.” And he gestured for one of his fellow employees to go and fetch it. I waited, looking out the window, as my mother was talking to one of her friends whom happened to be in here too.

“Here you are Ms. Swan.” A lady said as I turned around; she had it in a small box.

“Oh, wonderful, thank you!” I said, as she handed it to me. I opened it to find the dress folded neatly- it was beautiful.

“Your Mother has already paid, so you don’t have to.” The clerk added. I smiled a thanks and turned around to my mother.

I waited until she was done talking, and gossiping no doubt, to ask her.“Mother?”

“Oh, I am sorry, Bella dear. Let us go.” She said as she walked to the door.

“Shall we go home then?” I asked her, as she was looking around. “Oh, alright, I suppose so. Let me take that from you Bella.” She said, a little disappointed, and I handed her the box.

But as we walked, the person that I was hoping to see, and dreading to see, was suddenly in front of me.

“Oh, Mrs. Mason, Edward!” My mother greeted happily to them. Elizabeth Mason was next to Edward, and it shocked me to see that she had the same green eyes as Edward has.

“Mrs. Swan, Bella.” She greeted. I smiled,

“How are you both?” I asked.

“Oh, perfectly fine, dear.” Mrs. Mason said.

“Wonderful, Miss Bella. And you?” Edward asked.

“Very well, thank you.” I said. Then Mrs. Mason and Mother went into a conversation, and Edward and I stood there awkwardly.

“You two go enjoy the day; we will be talking over here.” Mrs. Mason directed Edward and I, and so we both turned and started to walk. He was next to me, smiling.

Suddenly I tripped over my feet, and was falling to the ground. Edward quickly caught me, just before I hit the dirt.

His arm was around my waist, and he held out his free hand to me. I took it and finally stood up right. Heat flooded to my face, making it turn scarlet.

“I’m so sorry.” I apologized. My heart was pounding, had he just put his arm around my waist?! Why was I so excited by that? I questioned myself.

“It was no problem at all, I saw it coming.” he chuckled.

“Saw it coming?” I echoed.

“You tend to trip a lot.” He said, stating the obvious. He looked a little embarrassed.

“Have you been observing me, Mr. Mason?” I asked him, a smile on my face. There was only one way he would have known I tripped a lot, and that is if he was looking at me.

“It’s rather hard not to, Ms. Swan, when you are as beautiful as you are.” He said.

I turned away from his gaze, blushing even harder. I didn’t know what to say, and my heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest.

“Well, thank you, Edward, for those kind words.” I managed to say.

He nodded, still smiling, and led me into the bookstore.

“What are we doing in here?” I asked.

“It is one of my favorite shoppes, I love to read.” He explained.

“You and I both.” I said, now rather interested.

“What is your favorite author?” I asked him.

“It changes very often.” He then looked at me, turning his eyes away from the books, “And your favorite author?” he asked me.

“Jane Austen.” I whispered. For that was all I could do, the way he said my name made my heart flutter. I could hardly speak when I looked in his eyes. He looked back into mine.

“She does write exceptionally well, don’t you think?” he asked me.

“Yes, yes she does.” I whispered again.

“It seems we have a lot in common, Miss. Bella.” He said. I blushed, looking away from his eyes.

“Yes, I suppose we do.” I smiled looking back up at him, knowing that my mother and Mrs. Mason were going to walk through the door any minute. My heart was still pounding.

“Edward, Bella, finally there you to are.” Mrs. Mason said as she now entered the store, Edward and I were still looking at each other, I looking up at him because he was taller than me, and he looking down at me, his eyes soft.

“Edward, dear?” she asked him, and we broke away from each other’s gaze.

“Yes, Mother?” he asked her.

“We need to start heading for home.” She said. "It was nice seeing you again, Mrs. Swan, and you as well, Bella.” She said, nodding at us.

I nodded back. “It was lovely to see you again so soon, Edward.” I added.

“Yes, it was nice, Bella.” He said, and then went out of the store with Mrs. Mason. Oh my goodness, did he not put Miss before my name as usual? Well, that must count for something! I wonder if he did that on purpose, or whether it meant nothing? I thought to myself, excited by the prospect that he could possibly actually like me.

My mother chuckled, “Soon there will be an offer.” She muttered under her breath in delight. I didn’t correct her that time.