18. 28th July ~ Edward's veiw of the conversation with Tristan
I saw him ahead of me and I couldn't resist the temptation. I ran forwards and jumped at him throwing him to the ground in the process.
"Sorry Tris" I said fighting off laughter, it was difficult may I add
"Hey, never mind Edward" he said, picking up something from the ground and dusting it off as if it was his child. I recognised it from somewhere. But I couldn't place it.
"What's that?" I dared to ask him as he held it in front of him once more
"A book idiot, Sherlock Holmes" he answered, facing me. His sandy hair still had flecks of mud dancing through it and he was blinking furiously, trying to get dust out of his sea blue eyes.
"Never took you for a reader" I answered, the tip of my foot digging a bigger and bigger hole into the ground below us
"Well, you see my dear, dear friend. Girls like a well educated man who reads." Tristan replied to me with a smirk in his face
"How Rose ever fell for you will be a mystery, however ill educated you are"
"HEY!" I shouted at him, kicking up a dust cloud between us
"Well, at least my ill educated friend will have a highly intelligent man covering his back when he goes to the front" He said a grand smile on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm coming to war you idiot!"