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Ash, Oak, Birch, and Yew

Flora Winters

I do not own anything that has to do with Twilight, even though I wish I did.

Summary: A gorgeous blonde comes to town and Edward feels like his nose is going to twitch right off and bounce along after the yummy goodness. This story will contain boys love, just because it’s the best. That means there will be boy on boy action. So, if you aren’t down with this kind of thing, then please, move on to another story that better suits your refined tastes. This story will also contain some strong language here and there. There will also be some explicit scenes of violence as well. So, sit back and enjoy the ride. Pay no attention to the bumps. They’re just random people being smashed along the road toward greater things. Oh, damn! I just hit a vampire. Shoot! He was sexy, too.

Chapter One

The bell rang to let school out for the day and David was still seated at his uncomfortable desk by the gloomy window, looking at his hand. He had been unable to forget the feel of that cold alabaster hand he had shaken earlier. That hand had felt like marble and yet softer than silk.

He couldn’t seem to get Edward Cullen’s gorgeous face out of his own. His face was so smooth and angular, like polished glass. Those porcelain cheekbones were higher than Heaven and that jaw-line of his looked stronger than Hercules. His nose was straighter than an arrow and his lips were so full and sensual. They reminded him of ripe red cherries hanging from their tree in full fruit.

Just thinking about the guy he had thought to be a prick at first made him shiver. There was something definitely odd about that bronzed haired stud. That was for damn sure.

“Well?” A cool voice came from the open door to the classroom. “Are you coming or are you just going to sit there until you bang your head against that desk?”

He turned his face to see that it was the Devil. He was so tall, slender-like, and had the kind of muscles you wanted to poke at and lick.

“Sorry,” he said, getting to his feet. “I was lost in my head.”

“Ah,” Edward said. His golden-topaz eyes were sparkling with amusement. “Please tell me you’re not the typical blonde.”

David cocked his head to the side, giving him a pearly white smile. “I’m not your typical blonde.”

“Excellent,” David said, crossing his powerful arms across his broad chest. “It’s funny…”

“What is?” David asked, picking up his new backpack his grandmother had gotten him. He slid all of his stuff into it with one graceful sweep of his hand.

Edward smirked. “I was standing here for a really long time and you never even noticed.”

David looked up at him and nodded. He walked over to where the beautiful teen was leaning back against the doorframe.

“What if I was dangerous?” Edward asked him, dropping his arms to his sides, cocking a brow.

David just looked at him with piercing blue-green eyes. “Are you dangerous?”

“Oh, yes.” Edward laughed. “And you don’t stand a chance.”

David leaned away from the looming, taller teen. Edward smelled really good. He smelled like wild blooming honeysuckle. It was so sweet and intoxicating.

“Hmm,” David said, looking away from the carved deity. “I think I shall walk myself home then and have my grandmother get a restraining order.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Edward stated matter of fact, turning to walk beside him down the long hallway. “Do you have any idea how many girls would kill just to catch my attention?”

“I don’t know,” David told him, wondering if the guy suffered from something mental. “And, I’m not a girl.”

“You got that right,” Edward agreed with him. “You’re way prettier and you smell better, too.”

David dropped his bag and saw how easy Edward snatched it before it could touch the ground. Damn, he was fast.

“What do you keep in this thing?’ Edward asked, lifting it up and down. “Bricks?”

David nodded, guarding how stunned he was feeling about the complements and how fast Edward was. “Three.”

Edward whistled and it was such a lovely sound. “Nice.”

“A person can never be too careful when moving to a new place,” David told him, following him out the double doors.

“Damn,” Edward hissed, looking around. “It’s pouring again.”

David smiled. “I love how rainy it is here.”

“Sarcasm?” Edward asked.

David nodded. “What gave it away?”

“The smile and the tone you used,” he said.

“I guess I need to start bringing an umbrella with me everyday then,” David said, looking up at the dreary gray sky.

“You wait here,” Edward told him, racing down the steps like some graceful feline. “I’ll go get my car.”

David stood there, watching how the raindrops would hit the darkened pavement and bounce. It was so musical and it helped him through the shock he had received.

“You’re way prettier and you smell better, too.”

He sniffed the rain scented air and jumped when a car horn honked. It was Edward. He had a really nice car.

The window rolled down and Edward was looking out at him with one crooked smile that looked dazzlingly wicked on his otherworldly face.

“Lost again in that head of yours?” He asked, shaking his own head. “You so don’t stand a chance.”

David walked down the steps with deliberate slowness, opened the car door, and got inside. He honestly didn’t know why he had gotten into the car with the obvious psycho. It just felt like he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

“Buckle up,” Edward advised.

David heard his seatbelt click into place and his head was immediately thrown back against the seat. The sound of squealing tires filled his ears and he started to laugh. It was pouring the rain and this guy was driving like a maniac. He really was an idiot for getting into this car. He should’ve just walked home. But, no, he had to call his mom, telling her he had made a new friend at school and was receiving a ride home from him. It was just that this new friend was a psychotic lead-foot.

“Having fun?” Edward asked, turning the wheel sharply, zoom-zooming around a sharp curve in the road.

“Oh, yeah,” David laughed, and like an idiot, he asked a very stupid question. “Is that all this cars got?”

Edward’s neck snapped in his direction and his eyes were blazing wicked. That was one evil smile on his face, too. He gulped when the car accelerated even more.

He refused to close his eyes. It wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was thrilling to be moving this fast.

“Oh, come on!” Edward snarled, slowing the car down. “A normal person would have squealed by now and put their head between their legs.”

David snorted, looking over at him. “What makes you think I’m normal?”

Edward slowed the car down even more, causing David to look at him in question.

“What makes you think you aren’t?” Edward asked him, pulling off onto a gravel drive, putting the car in park.

David gently squeezed his backpack he had been holding onto for dear life. He had no idea where he was now. He hadn’t been paying attention to where they were going. They were surrounded by nothing but trees on both sides of the road.

“No reason,” he lied with trained ease. “I just said that to make myself sound mysterious.”

“Ah,” Edward smiled and it looked like it was forced. “Where am I taking you?’

How about someplace with lots of people?

“Any place with good food?” He asked, looking out his window, seeing how a mist was dancing just inside the tree line. “I’m hungry.”

Edward was silent.

He turned to look at the topaz eyed stud. He felt a sudden chill. Edward’s eyes were really dark. They almost looked black as onyx.

“Me, too,” he whispered, putting the car in gear.

“Cool,” David told him. “I’m paying then.”

Edward shook his head, pulling back out onto the street.

“It’s a thank you,” David said, looking at him. “For giving me a ride home and showing me how fast this zoom-zoom of yours can go.”

“I don’t eat…fast food,” he said and David felt like there was something ironic about the tone he used. “But, I will keep you company.”

“Umm, Ed…Edward,” he said, putting his backpack between his legs in the floorboard. “What did you mean earlier?”

“Earlier?” Edward asked, actually stopping at the stop sign this time.

“You know,” David said. He didn’t want to have to repeat it. It was too embarrassing.

“Oh, that!” Edward laughed out loud, looking over at him. “I am hot stuff, aren’t I?”

David slapped his forehead with his palm.

“And,” Edward added. “So are you, Dave.”

David froze, lowering his hand from his forehead, gawking.

Edward very playfully elbowed him in the arm. “You don’t stand a chance.”

David rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that day. “What does that mean?”

Edward shrugged. “I’ll answer your question if you answer mine first.”

“Fine,” David nodded.

Edward pulled into the local grill, parked, and looked over at him. “How many blondes does it take to get a clue?”

David’s left eye twitched. “How many bricks does it take to smash a jerks face in?”

“Uh-uh,” Edward said, shaking his head. “You have to answer mine first.”

David reached for his backpack and opened up his door.

“None,” he said, getting out in the now sprinkling rain. “We blondes are far too gorgeous to do such mundane tasks like thinking. That’s why we have servants like you to do it all for us.”

Edward chuckled, getting out as well.

“Okay,” David said. “Answer my question.”

“All right,” Edward grinned. “It would take an entire Berlin Wall of bricks to even put a dent on my face.”

David threw his backpack across his shoulder, spun away from him with a growl, and stalked off.

“What?” Edward asked, trailing behind him. “I speak only truth.”

“I don’t even know you at all!” David hissed, walking between a big blue truck and a small black car. “And yet I want to strangle you.”

Edward suddenly jumped out in front of him, causing him to jump backwards with a yelp of surprise. His foot slipped in a puddle and he would have fallen had Edward not caught him. The teen helped him back up.

“How? What?” He asked, looking behind him, turning to point at him with a shaking finger. “Huh?”

“Speed walker,” Edward said, leaning forward with his neck, offering it to him. “Here you go. Strangle away.”

David really wanted to. The jerk deserved it. But, he had caught him. So, he chose to spare him…this time.

“I refuse to give you the satisfaction of feeling my hands tighten around your throat,” he stated.

Edward shrugged his broad shoulders. “And here I was so excited, too.”

David squeezed around the taller teen, bumping him aside with his hip. It felt like he had just bumped a solid stone wall.

“Are you all right?” Edward suddenly asked, sounding really concerned.

“I’m fine,” David lied, leaning against the truck, massaging his hipbone. “What are you, steel?”

Edward frowned, letting go of his arm. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he told him, shaking it off like a man was supposed to. “I’m fine.”

Why do those golden topaz eyes look so worried? Is he really afraid that he has hurt me? Hmm, maybe he’s not psychotic after all. Maybe he just suffers from terminal narcissism.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll get the food to go. I don’t want my family worrying about where I’ve managed to saunter myself off to.”

Edward’s face became very still. He looked just like a frozen statue. “There will be no eating of the messy food in my Volvo.”

David chuckled. “All right.”

Edward nodded, leading the way, holding the door open for him.

David shook his head. There was something seriously funny about this guy. Edward didn’t strike him as being gay. In fact, he was far from it. But, then again, looks were always deceitful, unless you just so happened to be Paris Hilton. Now there was someone who looked exactly the way she acted…stupid and superficial. Oh, she gave true blondes everywhere a bad name.

“Here,” Edward said, handing him a menu. “I recommend the chicken salad.”

David took it from him and looked at the appetizing picture. It did look super yummy. So, that’s what he decided on getting. He did love his white meat.

“I’ll have the chicken salad,” he told the pretty redhead. “And could you please toss it in balsamic vinaigrette?”

Why is Edward looking at me like that? Okay, he just looks really spooky now.

“Sure thing,” she said, jotting it down on her pad. “Anything else?”

“Edward?” He asked.

“Nothing for me,” Edward said in a tiny voice.

“Are you sure?” David asked again, wondering why he was looking at him like that.

Edward nodded.

The waitress grinned and walked off.

He turned to look at Edward with big blue eyes. What was wrong with him? So, he asked.

“Do you suffer from multiple personalities?” He asked him. “Because that would definitely help me figure you out.”

“I can’t figure you out,” Edward whispered, leaning in closer to him.

“What?” David asked in confusion, only to freeze. Did Edward just sniff him?

“I’m dangerous,” he said, taking a quick step back from him. “I’ll take you home and then you need to keep your distance from me.”

David narrowed his eyes. “You really are mental.”

Edward laughed and it was filled with a strange sadness. “You have no idea.”

“Whatever,” David said, turning his back to him. “My home is just ten minutes from here. I’ll just walk if you’re so dangerous then.”

“No,” Edward said.

“Excuse me?” David hissed, turning his now flashing green eyes on him.

Edward pointed with a pale finger. It was pouring the rain again.

“Fine!” He snapped angrily. “I’ll just wait until it quits.”

“Hop to it, boys!” A loud voice roared from the very back. “It’s supposed to rain like this for the rest of the day. Get them boxes in here before the fish drown!”

David growled.

“Here you are,” the redhead told him, handing him his salad in a plastic bag. He gave her a ten, telling her to keep the change. Well, at least she looked happy.

“Come on,” Edward said.

For some odd reason, David really wanted to pour the salad all over the jerks head. One minute he was all nice and joking, the next he was all dark and menacing. He liked the nice and joking personality. It was the other he wanted to dropkick.

“Thanks,” he said when Edward pulled up to his two story house, undoing his seatbelt. “It’s been real.”

“Hey,” Edward said, snatching his wrist in a lightning fast grip of ice. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m sleeping in, Mr. Dangerous,” he told him, meeting his liquid golden eyes. “And I’m going to keep my distance.”

Edward frowned, letting him go.

“What?” He asked, once again, feeling exhausted because Edward was like a rollercoaster. He kept taking you up and down, sideways, upside down, and la-de-da.

Edward was squeezing the wheel really tight. “Do you always do what strangers tell you to?”

David laughed, getting out. “Only if they offer me candy.”

He slammed the door shut and left Mr. Dark and Menacing just like that. He was so mad. He had thought he had made a new friend.

He walked up onto his porch, opened the door, not even looking back once, closed it, and spun around.

“I HATE FORKS!”

“As do I, Baby!” His grandmother shouted from the kitchen. “I damn near poked my eye out with one today!”

He ran up the wooden stairs to his room. He dropped his stuff and took a seat on his bed, looking up at the door he had forgotten to slam really good. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes flashed a molten emerald-aquamarine, and his door slammed shut with a loud bang.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you all think.

Flora.
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