If you recognize it, I don't own it.
All things twilight belong to SM. If they belonged to me Edward and Bella would have been much happier because I don't do dog drama.
I'm not going to go into dramatic detail about what the characters look like. You already know what they look like or you wouldn't be here. If you REALLY need more of a description than I give, go read it in any other fic and then come back.
I'm stoked that you wanna read this, or are giving it a shot. I'll really try not to disappoint.
And away we go...
BPOV
"Well...Hell..."
I looked down at my watch and realized I'd zoned out again and was going to be late closing the store. I had been daydreaming about him again. The faceless man that keeps tormenting me in my sleep. He's always the same, but the situations are different. Sometimes we meet on an elevator, and other times we meet on the bus. We see each other and fall in love, and then he tries to kill me. Yes, you read that right, my knight in shining armor tries to end me, and I let him. I know, I watch way too much CSI with Mrs. Cope here during the slow hours.
I've been working in this bookstore for about four years if you include the summers while I was home from Berkley. After graduation I moved home to Forks where the jobs consisted of being a waitress in the diner, a substitute teacher at the High School, or go back to being manager at Thunderbird and Whale books.Mrs. Cope was the owner and always kept my job waiting for me. My degree in historical literature seemed boring to even me, but I could never find a major that fit. Story of my freaking life. I've always been in my own little world, laughing at my own jokes because no one else will.
As I'm bending over to gather the last of my belongings from under the counter I hear the door chimes signaling the last customer has taken my not so subtle hints that its closing time. "I hate those fucking chimes" I mutter.
"ooh baby, i love it when you talk dirty".
I jump and hit my head on the counter. "Damn-it Emmett! Why do you insist on scaring the bejesus outta me? and you're my brother so stop being gross." I look up to find he's plopped himself on the counter like he's a toddler and not a two hundred and fifty pound ogre.
"I've been waiting for about six hours B, what the hell is taking so long?" I look at the wall clock and see that it was almost an hour later than I had previously thought. "I'm sorry Em, I got caught up and didn't realize. Dad's watch must be broken again, piece of shit." Emmett just shrugs. "Well if you're finally done riding the reading rainbow can we go eat? I'm about to pass out from hunger." Now I happen to know that he's already hit a drive through on his way here because first, I'm his sister and second, he still reeks of french fries. But I don't mention it. "Sure bub, lead the way" I say as lock the door behind me and we head out into the balmy Washington air. It's May and the evenings are cool, but I'm not about to complain in fear of the winter gods hearing me. Winter here is BRU-TAL. So I'll take this with a smile.
We walk across the street to the local hang out and head to our usual spot at the bar. Emmett is three years younger than me, so I make fun of him for being carded. He makes a comment about how he helps an old lady across a busy intersection and all he gets is grief. I roll my eyes and tell him to be thankful I gave him a piece of hard candy as a reward. This in turn makes him laugh because I said 'Hard". I hope he never grows up. He's going to University of Washington and comes home to see me every weekend. He'd never say it out loud of course, but he feels protective of his unpopular sister, and wants to make sure I'm not sitting at home drinking wine by myself out of the bottle. You get caught doing that just once and you never hear the end of it.
His eyes light up and, at the same time we shout "Fuckin' Greece!" as the bartender brings us our beer. We've decided to take a trip this summer, just the two of us. We picked Greece because Em thinks the women there are the hottest on the planet and I said the same for the men. My real reason is because I have a secret nerdy obsession with Greek Mythology, but he doesn't need to know that.
"So B, have you found us a place to crash yet?" Emmett starts in for the tenth time. "Because I'm not staying in a fuckin' hostel. Have you seen those movies? I like my balls and my eyes thank you."
"Yes Em, but you're never going to remember the name, so just trust me OK? And those movies are not realistic." I reply, but he just acts like I'm not even there and continues. "I just know some hot chick is gonna trick me into coming back to her room with her and some guy's gonna be waiting to slice my dick open."
"That's gonna happen anyway, because you're famous for hitting on unavailable women." I said "Why can't you look at the left hand BEFORE you have your tongue down her throat?"
"I don't know B." He mutters and honestly looks remorseful. But I should have known better because in his next breath he says "So are you gonna find some dude on this trip to finally clear out your cooch-cobwebs?"
"Jesus H.!" I shout. "The situation with my cooch is none of your concern! God, you just jump right over the line of acceptable behavior don't you?" Then my face brightens when I look up to see Jacob, the cute bartender smirking at me with another beer. "I'll be more than happy to help you out Bella, just say the word." he says and it feels like my skin in covered in slime. Jacob may be cute, but his arrogance and personality are a complete turn off. He gives me the likes a challenge though and keeps coming back for me to shut him down. "No thanks Jacob" I start to say but am cut off by Emmett jumping up from his seat to grab Jacob's shirt. "Listen grease monkey" He spits. "Unless you wanna do anything with your dick other than use it as a straw, I suggest you stay away from my sister. I'll rip it off and feed it to you, capiche?"
"And on that note.." is all I can get out before my laughter takes over.
We throw money down to pay our tab about twenty minutes later since Jacob hasn't bothered to come back with more beer or a menu, and head to Emmett's car. He drives me to work on Saturdays since we always end up hanging out together anyway. It's a short drive back to the apartment we share when he's here, and as selfish as it seems, I'm thankful he wants to only spend weekends with me. Weeknights alone are hard enough.
We change into our jammies and watch TV until I hear him start to snore. Since I can't hear over that freight train I decide to go to bed. I cover him with a blanket and go to my room. Under my big comforter I drift easily, and see him almost immediately. Even though he has no face, I know it's him. Tonight he's in the bar with me instead of Emmett. He buys me a glass of wine, "because I would love to see the way you hold the glass to your beautiful lips." he says. We talk for what feels like hours, but since I'm dreaming it's fuzzy and I don't know what's being said. He drives me home and walks me to my door with his hand on the small of my back. "Isabella" he breathes into my ear and I feel the arm he's touching start to tingle. He leans in to kiss me when I feel myself being pulled out of my dream. "oh, ow!" I said. My arm was now throbbing with pins and needles from being asleep. It wasn't because he was touching me after all. I shake out the rest of the pain from my arm and roll to my other side. I can still hear Emmett on the couch and smile a little knowing he's there. Then I think about my dream man again and say "now where were we?" as I fall back into my slumber.
Ok! Chapter 1 down. Please let me know what you think so far. I have about 6 chapters written right now, so hopefully updates will happen frequently. Follow me on twitter fictorious so I'm not lonely and I'll post teasers and other fun stuff.
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ME