edward cullen did not know why he found himself so fascinated with you.

you were beautiful, your smell was intoxicating, and he found himself drawn to you in all the ways emmett had drunkenly said he was drawn to rosalie, but...

you weren't a girl. it was confusing, and it made his head ache to think about it too hard, because he wasn't homophobic. he just- it had never occurred to him that two men could be together. at all. it just wasn't possible.

so he'd settled for taking you in as his best friend- spilled his secret about vampirism, the whole shebang. but that was all it felt like-- settling. every bone in his body seemed to desperately yearn for more. it was his brain- or his age- that was the problem.

now, imagine his surprise, when you offhandedly mentioned that you were really into christian bale.

he cocked his head to the side, dark brows furrowing. "what?" he asked, sounding every bit of the lost puppy he looked.

"that's...he's a guy."

when you'd explained that, yes, guys could in fact be attracted to one another, his eyes had widened, half the size of dinner plates. "what?! they- i- i'm in love with you?!"

oh. that was unprompted.