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Disclaimer: Stefanie Meyer owns Twilight and all the characters.
So you know how most women out there have the wedding of their dreams pre-planned to the exact detail at the age of well nine really, yes? Well I am proud to say I am one of them. Except I have everything planned out, not just my wedding day. My sister Alice thinks I am obsessed but truthfully I just like things to be organised. Any deviation from a plan is dangerous because then people just get hurt. Believe me I know.
My parents used to live life 'in the moment' together. They barely even knew each other when they got married. Their problem was that they had no plan and I learned from that. I didn't want to get hurt the way my mother did. Now at the age of eighteen I can successfully say I have never had any heart ache all thanks to my careful planning.
Like I said before, my sister Alice does not understand my obsessive attention to detail. She is like my mother. She just kind of goes along with life and tells me to do the same but I just can't and when I feel like doing something reckless like a heroine in a book reality reminds me that life is nowhere as exciting and perfect as a book…
Or so I always thought.
"Wake up. Wake up!" I slowly opened my eyes adjusting to the bright early morning light. Alice's face was inches away from mine.
"Whoa, back off with your killer morning breath Al." I teased.
"Oh shut up." she smiled and playfully punched my arm. She sat on the corner of my bed crossing her legs.
"Comfortable?" I asked sarcastically.
"Very." she grinned.
"Alice you know I love you but you better have a good reason waking me up-"
"Bella!" she squealed "Mom's new boyfriend is taking her on a holiday down to the Caribbeans for a month. So start packing we're heading off to dads." Alice jumped off my bed and made her way to the bedroom door.
"We're leaving? What? When? No! I have planned out my whole holiday. Do you know how long it will take to rearrange it all?" I dramatically threw my duvet over my head and groaned.
"Well then better get started on your plan. We leave for Forks tomorrow."
"What?" I cried in disbelief.
"Bella, you know what I think of your organisation stuff. For once just live life without knowing what's going to happen. It's much more exciting that way." And with that she was out of my room leaving me with her so called words of wisdom.
I have never been one to fully believe Alice especially since I have seen her coming home more than once crying and heartbroken just because some guy broke up with her. I don't want that to happen to me. In truth I'm scared.
The next few hours were none too pleasant. I spent most of my morning packing appropriate clothes for the different types of occasions that may occur and most importantly for the terrible Forks weather. It always rains down in good old Forks Washington so most of my packed clothes are woolly, dull and beautifully warm.
"You have got to be kidding me. Bella, with those clothes people will mistake you for a granny." Alice said as she condescendingly rifled though my suitcase.
"It's cold and wet down there. I don't see anything wrong with my clothes." Okay maybe they aren't very fashionable but they are practical and practical is good right?
"Why don't you pack this? This is cute." She held up a short frilly black skirt.
"Oh no, no, no!" I said in horror "That's from Halloween three years ago." I dressed up as a goth chick. Don't ask me why because I don't even know why myself. I didn't even know I still had any remnant of the costume left.
"But you could-"
"No Alice."
"Fine I'll leave you to your packing then bossy boots. Don't come crying to me when a cute boy asks you out and you don't have anything to wear." She winked.
"Believe me I won't." I scoffed. I know I won't because I don't plan on dating anyone any time soon. It's too much effort and I have to keep on working hard to get into college. Remember when I said Alice thought I was obsessive? Well this is one of the reasons.
'The First Boyfriend Plan'
This comes after my high school plan. In the future two years into collage I will have my first boyfriend. During those first two years I would have looked at possible candidates that compliment me as a person and having waited those two years I would have come to get to properly know my future boyfriend. Also I know what you are thinking. First boyfriend in collage, is she crazy? But I'm not trust my logic here. By the time I reach collage I would be mature enough to handle a relationship without having all that teenage drama, therefore my chances of heartbreak and unwanted emotions are reduced. More plans follow that one don't worry.
The next day my mother, Renée, and Alice were running around getting things in order at the last minute. Ha, and they mock my planning system. The drive to the airport was not as bad as I expected. As usual mom and Alice took control of the conversation, something about the latest celebrity break up. It was during these conversations that I normally turned my head to look at the passing world outside and daydream about the impossible.
At the airport all formality was lost as Alice and mom broke down. A small pang of jealousy rose up. Alice was always somehow closer to mom. Maybe it was because they both lived the same carefree lifestyle or maybe it's because she's younger than me but I just can't connect with mom the way she does. I walked away quickly to avoid any of them noticing how I felt. I must have been too caught up in concealing my emotions because I didn't notice the tall man in front of me whom I was about to crash into. It was too late to even try to avoid him but that didn't stop me and for some unknown reason I still tried to miss him even when I knew hitting him was inevitable. My attempted turn made me bump into his arm and the next thing I knew the floor was coming closer to my face. I closed my eyes ready for the impact but it never came. That was when I noticed a pair of strong hands holding me tightly. I straightened up but the hands never left my waist so my face ended up a few inches away from the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His hair was deep brown with a fiery tint to it and was styled in what looked to be a carefully crafted messy look. His eyes were unrealistically green and his breath smelled minty fresh. Wait why can I smell his breath? Oh God. He's saying something. What did he say?
"Sorry. What?" I asked. My cheeks started to burn. I could only hope I didn't resemble a beetroot.
"I asked if you were you alright" he said in a mesmerising voice.
"Umm…umm… y-yes I am fine. Thank you for catching me." I managed.
"Well I wasn't going to let you fall." He smirked. Thank the heavens he was still holding me because I swayed slightly. That smirk has got to be illegal. It is so beau- I realised an important fact. He was still holding me.
"You know you are still holding me." I pointed out.
"Oh sorry I didn't realise." He held my gaze and it looked like he was looking right at me, as if he could read every thought going through my head.
"Umm can you let go?" His dreamy gaze went away and he finally dropped his hands. I didn't notice how warm they were and a small part of me wanted them back. No stop, I mean he could be a murderer. My inner logical voice warned. "Thank you again." I said and quickly turned away towards my gate before I could embarrass myself further, not daring to look back at the beautiful man.
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