Every Which Way But Loose

Word of the Day January 17, 2010

apposite

\AP-uh-zit\

1. Being of striking appropriateness and relevance; very applicable; apt.


"Your name is Edward?"

He looked up. She was giggly, brunette, maybe thirteen years old, still in braces and with bright, shiny eyes.

"Um, yeah, my name is Edward."

She grinned, her mouth full of metal, "That's, like, my favorite name." He nodded, forcing a smile back at her.

"Have you ever read Twilight?" she asked. He took a deep breath, "No, I haven't gotten to that one yet," he replied. She started at him. "Um, is it any good?" he asked after an awkward pause. "Oh my god! The Twilight books are like, the best books ever. The main character, Edward, is like the hottest guy," she said giggling.

Edward did everything he could not to roll his eyes. Every since those goddamn books came out they had been the bane of his existence. He hated them, but needed them at the same time. They had become his bread and butter

"So, um, can I help you pick something out?" he asked shifting his weight uncomfortably. She giggled again, and appositely the next words out of her metal lined mouth were, "I like totally want a vampire costume. I'm like, going to go to the Halloween party dressed up like Bella," she giggled.

He suppressed a smile. Every other girl that had been into the costume store in the past week was going to their Halloween costumes as Bella. "You know, I bet you'll be the only girl there with that idea," he said, the twinkly metal in her mouth shining out at him.