= Streetlight People =
Extended Summary -
Life is full of choices - especially when you're a teenage girl caught between figuring out who you are and who you want to be. It probably doesn't help having two boys tugging on your heart strings either. When a new boy moves to town, Bella's entire future is thrown into chaos. Sometimes the easiest road, isn't the right one.
Chapter Note -
Each chapter will be based around a picture, but not limited to what that picture details, its just for reference to move the story along or feature in that chapter. There are links on my profile or they are available to view and read along on my livejournal site. Thanks, L. x
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Bella
God I loved this time of the afternoon.
The end of our street was always empty. The only noises you could hear came from the ocean smashing into the cliffs behind my house, and the main road that was at least a block away. Other than the few birds that were around, it was fairly peaceful.
Perfect bike riding time.
I put on the large straw floppy hat that Rose had bought me last summer and dusted off my large red bike. I kind of wished it still had a basket on the front - just like it used to when we were kids - but that had fallen apart long ago.
Rose.
I missed her more than I thought I would.
Last summer we'd been inseparable. We'd done everything together. Sleep overs, sunning ourselves on my parent's deck, ice creams on the boardwalk.
Everything.
This year was different though. This year she'd found boys. Or should I say one boy.
Emmett McCarty.
And I was... well I was out here, on our street riding my bike all on my own.
As I turned the corner of our culdesac once more, a new sound had me lifting my head. One of those do-it-yourself moving van's was pulling into the old Cope house that had been empty since Mrs. Cope had passed two winters ago.
Curiosity - being one of my less than stellar traits - had me pushing my bike up the hill and non too innocently gawking around the side of the truck.
There were two, big sweaty guys in overalls lifting a bright orange sofa out of the back. It was the ugliest color I'd ever seen - and with my mother still living in the seventies - that was saying something. A tall, blonde woman stood in the middle of the front yard, hands on her hips and was gazing up towards the house. The edges of her canary yellow dress flirted in the breeze just above her knees. Even from her profile I could tell she was beautiful. Old like my mother, but beautiful just the same.
"Edward! Edward! Where are you?"
She continued gazing up at the house and I let my eyes wander around the yard, trying to find this 'Edward' person. Would it be her husband? A small child? Someone around my age maybe?
"Loud isn't she." A low, gravelly tone whispered into my ear.
As I attempted to turn and see where the voice was coming from, my bike slipped sending me and it to the ground below. The sharp rocks pressed into every part of my body - even deeper where my clothing wasn't covering and it hurt like a bitch. Tears pooled in my eyes and when I looked up to the sound of laughter, the sob in my throat turned into choking anger.
How dare whoever this was laugh at me! It was his fault I fell in the first place!
I shifted the bike up, pushing it off my limbs and finally caught sight of the body behind the creepy voice.
He obviously dyed his hair, because no one had those shades of burnt reds and umbers naturally. It shone bright and shifted messily in the wind that had started to pick up. Long spindly fingers reached down towards me and it was only when his head covered the sun, high in the sky that I could see his face.
Pretty moss green eyes, deep set with high cheek bones and a jaw line that was straight and strong. His lips were stained blue in the middle as his smile became lopsided around the stick of the sucker he was chewing on.
And dammit if he didn't take all my words away.
"You need a hand there, Peeper?"
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I know this is short, future chapters will be longer, this was more to get an idea out of my head. I currently do not have a beta (though I am sure this is obvious) and will be looking for one in the future. Thoughts? I'd like to hear them, L. x
