Connor
"She has your nose," Edward pointed out as he rested his head on my shoulder in amazement. I showed him a picture of Melanie and I before she left for America. She was nine, dressed in a denim dungaree with a white shirt and converse.
A big smile on her face as her skinny arm wrapped around my leg. I was sixteen and already the size of a giant. My hand rested on top of her curls and I looked at her with a reserved smile. She always wanted to tag along and I just didn't know how to connect with her at that age.
"Here you go again with the nose," I smacked my lips together.
"It's nothing bad!" He quickly defended, "it suits you. I'm just saying you both have that perfectly symmetrical nose. The eyes are too fascinating. She's hot though and a hippie. Wouldn't have ever connected you too together."
