Story: The Other Side of Me

Author: anthonymasen0620 & kriscullen

Summary: Edward Cullen is the Chicago Cubs All-Star short stop. Anthony Masen is the tortured poet with a bad rep. Their biggest problem as twins is they share a lot of things. When Bella Swan enters Edward's life, Anthony decides he wants her too. Who will Bella choose?

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, unfortunately, but we claim ALL rights to the sexy Anthony. We also do not own the Chicago Cubs or any of the establishments we mention. We have our creative freedom so some things said may not be accurate or even real.

Dedicated to Kekahj

and

IN LOVING MEMORY OF:

Herbie (the first being to know of this story)

6/14/2000 - 8/19/2010

EPOV

HoHoKam Park, Mesa, Arizona

The bat made a loud crack as the ball went soaring into left field. My eyes followed the ball as I ran back and felt the soft thump of the ball landing in my glove. I threw the ball instantly to third getting out the runner from second. We needed one more out to finish practice. I ran back to my spot between second and third base.

"Cullen you're up to bat," Garrett shouted. "Johnston, you're short stop."

I ran home pulling off my glove. I put on my batting glove. Flexing my hand. I picked up my bat and swung it around finding my grip. I stepped up and posed myself. Bat held up and ready, I scuffed my cleat. Mark spit and wound up throwing the pitch. I watched the white ball spin towards me, but I was focused on the spiraling red strips. I swung and the ball went flying into far right field. I ran to first base then to second as Michaels dropped the ball. I made it to the third by the time the ball made it in. I leaned down and gripped my knees, taking a deep breath. I straightened and watched as Jaime stepped up to bat. I crouched ready to take off home. Jaime got one strike and two balls before hitting a ball towards second. I ran home. The ump shouted safe.

"Cullen hit the shower."

I nodded to Garrett and walked into the locker room. I lifted my practice jersey over my head and threw it on the bench by my locker. I stretched popping my joints. My shoulders cracked loudly. I stripped off the rest of my clothes quickly and threw on a towel. I headed toward the showers. Everyone was still on the field or already gone. I pulled off my towel and hung it on the hook. I turned on the water to scorching hot and stepped in. The steam rolled around me. I smiled and inhaled. Closing my eyes I let my head fall back as the water beat down on my aching muscles. I took the bar of soap and ran it down my dirt covered body. I rinsed off the soap and grabbed my shampoo. I massaged it into my scalp and rinsed it out quickly. I turned off the water and dried myself off. The towel securely around my waist, I headed back to my locker. I pulled on my gray jeans and black t-shirt. Pulling a black sweatshirt on and my blue baseball cap, I grabbed my bag and left. Spring Training was done, our first game was in Atlanta, April 5th. Alice and Rosalie were planning on throwing another random, unnecessary party when we returned. We played against Milwaukee when we got to Wrigley Field. This would be fun.

Wrigley Field, Chicago, Illinois

Our Atlanta and Cincinnati series' were fun games, but we lost twice to each team and won once. We won our third game against Atlanta and our second game against Cincinnati. 2-0 against the Atlanta Braves, that was an easy win. They had tired themselves out the first two games. 4-3 against the Cincinnati Reds, that was a close one but we pulled through. Tonight is our first game in the Milwaukee series. The total attendance tonight will be around 41,000 people. It was nerve-racking, but totally worth it. I stretched. Bending my right leg at my knee and sitting on my heel while stretching my left leg out in front of me. I bounced up and down a few times then switched so my left leg was bent and my right leg was stretched.

"Go Edward!"

I looked up and smiled. There was my family. They had season tickets right on the third base line. Rosalie was holding up a sign that said: '#17, short stop, Edward 'Mighty Mouse' Cullen'. I flipped her off.

"I love you Rose!" I shouted.

"Love ya too baby bro!" she shouted back.

I rolled my eyes. Mighty Mouse was, and still is to this day, my favorite cartoon character. It was the stupidest cartoon in the world but I just adored it. I don't know why. A mouse who sang, "Mighty Mouse is on his way." Pretty dumb. I shook my head and focused on stretching. Tyler Crowley the pitcher walked onto the mound. The game was starting. He threw a few balls to Greg Perry, our catcher. The game went quickly. We were in the fifth inning and were tied. It was one out and two on base. I stood ready as the next batter got up. He hit the ball and it rolled towards me. I grounded it and was about to throw it to first when I felt a searing pain in my left leg. My body fell to the ground. Milwaukee's runner from second, James Stonington, jumped up and sneered at me. I clutched my leg, barely containing the tears.

"Chicago Cubs short stop, number 17, Edward Cullen seems to be seriously hurt by that hit from Milwaukee Brewers first baseman, number 4, James Stonington."

Garrett and Justin Moreira ran over to me.

"Edward," Garrett whispered. "Relax. You need to relax so Justin can look at you."

"I can't," I ground out through gritted teeth. "God, it hurts."

"G, man, his leg is fucking broken," Justin hissed. "We need to get him to the hospital."

"Go get the stretcher."

Justin nodded and ran back to get the stretcher.

"It seems Edward Cullen will be out of the game," the announcer said over the speaker. "It looks like he is clutching his left leg. This could be the end of our All Star."

Justin returned with a couple of EMT's and they lifted me onto the stretcher.

"You'll be okay buddy." Garrett muttered patting my shoulder.

"Win the game for me," I whispered.

He nodded. He lifted my hand and shook it. Everyone cheered. I smiled weakly as they wheeled me off the field.

Saint Joseph Hospital, Chicago, Illinois

"Well, Edward, you should be able to play after it is healed and you do physical therapy," Dr. Greene said looking at my x-ray. "A simple hairline fracture in the left tibia and a compound break in the left ankle."

"How long will it take to heal?"

Dr. Greene paused. "About three weeks and then you'll need three weeks of therapy. So you should be playing again in three months, but I suggest you sit out for the season."

I nodded. "Thanks, doc."

"Let's get this casted up, so you can go."

Lake Point Towers Condominium, Chicago, Illinois

"Edward, I'm so sorry about your leg," Rose whispered, curling into my side.

I shrugged. "Nothing anyone could have done."

"E, they are suing James. He intentionally hit you," Rose said. "You weren't anywhere in his way. Not even close. He wanted to hit you."

I sighed. "Rose, it doesn't matter."

She ran her fingers through my hair. "Sleep baby boy."

My eyes drooped as she massaged my hair. Within minutes I was out.

"Is he okay?" Jasper's voice suddenly demanded.

"Sh. He's really down. Greene suggested he not play till next season," Rosalie whispered.

"Dad will be pissed." The couch shifted as Jasper sat down. "He can't become depressed again."

"I know, dammit," Rose growled. "You don't think I know that! I've taken off two weeks to help him. Alice said her brother is coming into town from Cali. They offered help."

"And Tony, has he heard?" Jasper asked softly.

"I wouldn't fucking know," Rosalie hissed. "Stupid fucker is hiding from us. It will be your job to track him down."

"Just shove it up your ass Rose," Jasper snapped. "I'll be back with hm."

The door slammed shut.

Casey Moran's, Chicago, Illinois

"I'm already regretting this Rose," I grumbled. "Everyone is going to question me."

"I'll kick their asses if they do." She held the door open for me.

I limped inside. Alice was waving me over from a table in the back. Rose walked in front of me, leading the way. I heard the mutters of all the people who recognized me. I felt a soft tug on my jacket. I looked down. There was a little boy with messy blonde hair and wide gray eyes. I smiled softly.

"Hi there buddy."

"You're Eddie Cullen," he squeaked.

I nodded. "I am."

"Can I have your autography?" he asked.

"Sure." I took the ball and marker he held. "What's your name?"

"Max."

"That's a cool name Max." I wrote a quick note on the ball and signed it.

Max-

Never think you can't achieve something.

Dream Big,

Edward Cullen #17

"Thank you, Eddie!"

I smiled and walked towards the table. I kept my eyes downcast so I couldn't see them stare. I had always hated the unexpected fame that came with being the new All-Star for the Chicago Cubs. It was like when I was younger. My little league was state champs ten years in a row. My mom was so proud of me. Esme Cullen was always supporting me. She loved everything I did. She showed she cared. As did Rose. Rose was older than me by three years. She was the second oldest. Jasper was thirty, making him the eldest. I was the youngest. I was born one minute after my twin brother, Anthony. He never did anything our dad, Carlisle Cullen, approved of. Jasper went to school to be a lawyer. Rose, is the only girl, so she's daddy's little angel. I'm his youngest and I made a name for myself. Anthony went off and dropped out of school to be a poet. He worked at a bookstore. Dad disapproved of the fact that he always had to bail Tony out of jail and out of trouble.

Anthony disappeared after a big fall-out with dad, and ever since, dad has been more critical of what I do. He was going to be irritated when he finds out that I can't play anymore. It will remind him of the one time I was in jail. Anthony had gotten drunk and crashed our Volvo into the high school gymnasium. I told him to go home, and I took the fall for it. Carlisle was so angry at me. He made me stay in jail till 'I finished paying my time'. I gladly took it to protect my brother, not that it mattered when Tony wound up in the hospital on account of attempted suicide. I became depressed when they said that he might not make it. He wound up pulling out of a coma. He was sent to see a psychiatrist. Rose cleared her throat and I looked up. Her face softened as she touched my arm.

"He will come around," she whispered.

"Edward," Alice screeched. "I'm so sorry about the other day."

I shrugged and sat down.

"Let me introduce you to some people," she chirped. "Where is she? Oh, whatever. This is my big brother, Emmett."

I looked up at the man. He was burly and tall with black curls and bright blue eyes. His skin was red with a fresh tan. He was frowning at me. I just stared back, emotionless. He was the complete opposite of Alice. Alice was small and pixie-like. Emmett was a bear. I offered him my hand.

"Edward Cullen," I muttered.

"Emmett Brandon," he said gruffly.

I nodded and stared at the table, taking my hand back. I couldn't drink because of my medication. Rose's hand slid a glass of soda in front of me. I smiled at her faintly.

"E, please understand that I'm here for you," she whispered in my ear. "You're my baby boy. I'd die for you."

I looked at her sadly. "Don't say that," I grumbled. "You know how death is with me."

Her arm wrapped around my shoulder. "Tony loves you, he wouldn't take himself away from you."

"He's tried." I downed the Coke. "I wanna head home, Rose."

"Sure, we can all hang out at your place."

I just nodded, not wanting to fight. I honestly wanted to go home and wallow in my own failure.

Alice stood in front of me as Rose paid the bill. "You'll be happy again, Cullen."

Wow, that was fun. So there was Edward! Isn't he a doll? *laughs* Emoward will rear his ugly head more than once so be prepared. Next up for Edward will be a little bit of Carlisle action. It'll take more than a scolding to take down our All-Star. Drop us a review! Also you can follow Edward on twitter: e_a_cullen