Hello. If someone reads this, I hope you enjoy. I would really enjoy reviews as I already think I suck. Anyway, I love Twilight more then I love myself, I am obsessed with the books which is why I restored to FanFiction after finishing the series. I've never been satisfied with the ending.
I also know that FanFiction isn't a big thing anymore, at least not for anyone around me.
I listened to my feet hit the pavement as I walked. The sidewalks were cracked, of course causing me to slip every couple of steps. People around me didn't even bother to look at me when I tripped anymore, it was a small campus and everyone knew that me tripping was like blinking, constant, uncontrollable.
My head was still pounding after hitting it on the corner of my counter. As a clumsy person I had already dropped my plate, and I was crouching on the ground sweeping up the glass when my counter decided to attack me.
And now I was headed to the infirmary on campus, for the 4th time this week. A personal record. I'm sure the nurse would be ecstatic to see me. She probably missed me in the 18 hours I hadn't been there. I certainly missed her.
I stared at the ground, trying to avoid the other bodies, most of them running late for class as it was Monday morning and everyone was still hungover from the big party they were at last night, the parties I did my best to stay away from. Of course, I didn't have any classes until noon. Plenty of time to do my daily check with our dearest nurse.
Other people that were just walking to the dining room were talking, and to me, they were practically shouting. I heard some girls talking about the parties last night next to me. I didn't understand the fascination with the recent couple, and who slept with who. What was the point of talking about the drama that didn't involve you? I understand being curious, but why talking about it with someone who wasn't involved? Why did they gossip if they knew that some of it probably wasn't true?
I shook my head, speeding my pace ever so slightly, hopefully, I wouldn't fall again. I could already see myself in the infirmary, everyone talking about Bella, the girl who suffered massive brain damage because her feet liked to fall behind. Such a klutz.
As I neared the big building my head continued to pound. I was used to it now, and the throbbing didn't really disturb me, it would be nice gone, but I could live with it.
I opened the front doors, smelling the lemon glass cleaner the janitors used on the windows. It was the same smell every time I walked in. I wondered how many times the windows were cleaned a week, it seemed the smell got stronger every time I walked in.
I walked past the first 2 doors, I could probably walk around this building with my eyes closed and still be able to make it to the infirmary's door. Of course, it was like a second home to me.
I walked slowly hoping I could go back to sleep and forget about all the time I spent in this one room.
When I walked in, Lizzy (yes we were on a first name basis) threw me a dreary smile, we'd both been hoping I could make it to Tuesday before seeing her again. But I also knew I didn't have such good luck.
"Miss Bella. I knew I'd been seeing you here soon." She said, focusing her attention back to the paper in front of her. Because I had been in here almost every day this year she'd given me special access to all the cabinets. They held all the medicine, and Lizzy was tired of getting up to get me Advil after every one of my accidents, so she'd just throw me the keys and say "get yourself some magic stuff". It was a regular routine now. Everyday thing.
She then turned around, not looking at me, but at a guy laying on the cot next to a cabinet. It wasn't unusual that someone else was in here this morning, most Mondays the place was flooding with big children who had hangovers and didn't have any Advil. They all came here even if they were underage, Lizzy was 26 and nobody expected her to report for underage drinking.
Though this one seemed different, I hadn't seen who it was, but usually, Lizzy just ignored them after giving them some medication. I could tell this time she was checking up on someone again.
I turned to look at the newest member of the "Monday morning madness", and was shocked at what I saw.
He was breathtaking. He wore blue jeans, that fit perfectly, his t-shirt was loose with a caption that I couldn't see on it. His brown hair was beautiful, it had streaks of red and a lighter brown in it, almost like a bronze, it wasn't smooth down, it wasn't a tamed mane. His eyes were closed, and his chest lifted up and down gently, so I knew he must be sleeping. Everything about him screamed gorgeous to me. I didn't think I had ever seen someone so beautiful, man or woman. I couldn't believe my eyes.
Lizzy walked over to him, her expression cautious like she didn't really want to wake him, but she had to.
I immediately wondered what was wrong, someone so beautiful couldn't be as clumsy as me. And he didn't look sick. I wanted him to be okay, he didn't deserve to be in pain.
As Lizzy touched his shoulder, he immediately flinched, he shot straight up as if something had bitten his back. His face looked surprised, but there was also a hint of amusement like something was unbearably funny.
He wasn't looking at me, but I still noticed his amazing beauty. His face looked even more mouthwatering as he woke up, I could now see that his eyes were a gorgeous green, they were like a dark forest green by the rims, but the increasingly got brighter, turning into a bright emerald around his pupils. He was amazing, and I didn't even know his name.
"Mr. Cullen? Can you hear me?" Lizzy asked in a soft voice I was used to hearing her use with the students, everyone except for me because I was a best friend now and I didn't deserve special treatment.
The boy looked at her. And he giggled. His noise sent shocks down my body, he had a beautiful voice, it was smooth like velvet, I could tell even from his laugh.
Lizzy looked shocked, I guess it was weird that he had laughed at her, she hadn't said anything remotely funny, I prayed that he wasn't just crazy. No one that handsome could be crazy right? I sure hoped so.
"Son, I think you should lay back down," Lizzy said, pushing on his chest ever so lightly, he fell back against the cot, his head slamming into the pillow. "Bella don't mind us. Get whatever you need." She said to me, nodding at the keys to the medicine on her desk.
I suddenly was brought back into the real world, I'd been so busy thinking about this beautiful man before me that I didn't notice I was just staring at him, my only hope was that I wasn't drooling.
I walked over to the cabinet closest to the boy, the one cabinet that held my Advil, my boots were loud against the tile floor. I was avoiding his eyes, they were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. I knew that if I looked at them again I would surely do something stupid.
Anything to keep me from fainting.
I quickly grabbed the bottle of tiny orange pills. Even though I knew I should only take 2, I looked at the back of the bottle making sure that the directions hadn't changed in the last 3 days. Luckily they hadn't.
I also knew that I was keeping myself in the infirmary longer, just so I could get one more glance at the beautiful boy. I wanted to know his name. I needed to know if he was okay. And I also needed to keep myself under control, or I was going to end up jumping him right there in front of Lizzy, I wasn't sure if she would yell at me for that, but I knew I would feel uncomfortable.
Very quietly as if not to disturb him- I placed 2 pills in my hand and swallowed them without water, I'd learned to do that as a 12-year-old, it was more convenient when you fell in the middle of the street.
I heard a light snoring beside me. He was laying there sleeping again, and he still looked amazing. His snore wasn't obnoxious, it was a cute snore, I could already imagine waking up to it in the morning, and falling asleep to it at night. I wanted it. Badly.
Geez Bella, get yourself under control. You don't know his name.
While I was talking to myself 2 things happened. Lizzy woke him up, trying to convince him to drink some water. This made me question if he actually did have a hangover, water always helped some after you were drunk.
And as if he didn't hear her, he shot up, looking directly at me. His face was slightly flushed, probably because he was hot and sweaty. His eyes burned into mine, probably causing me to burst into flames- I wouldn't notice. His lips were parted slightly, and he got a look of enjoyment on his face- it made him look more like a 5-year-old boy opening his present on Christmas.
Before I could think about anything else, his smooth velvet voice cut into my thoughts, as he almost shouted,
"Hey, pretty girl, did you know you're gorgeous?" He said, his eyes still burning mine. He pointed at me, and then fell into a fit of giggles.
I felt my face heat up as I blushed. Some random boy I just saw now for the first time had called me pretty, which meant nothing, I was dull compared to his breathtaking beauty.
As he continued to laugh, I felt the need to laugh too. I was probably in shock, it wasn't every day you had some guy calling you pretty. In fact, for me, it had never happened before.
"Edward, it's rude to call girls pretty when you won't remember them in a couple of hours," Lizzy said, suddenly ruining my shock.
Why wouldn't he remember me in a couple of hours? Was he drunk? Did he just get back from a party now? I didn't know what was going on and it frustrated me.
I also noted that his name was Edward. It suited him, it was a gorgeous name. It was old fashioned, but frankly, I couldn't care less, I was just excited that I finally knew what to call him.
I must have given Lizzy a confused look somewhere in between my thinking because she suddenly felt the need to clarify what she said before.
"Ah sorry Bella, see my friend Edward here, well he ate some Brownies last night..and let's just say they weren't normal brownies. And now Edward is going crazy, but hopefully will be back to himself soon, though I don't know what he'll remember from this experience." Lizzy looked at me and mouthed "high" and suddenly I understood what she meant by "not normal brownies.".
They were pot brownies.
Pot brownies had recentally become the big thing. Everyone wanted some at their parties, even if they weren't going to eat them. I knew that they were strong, and took hours to recover from.
It made sense to me that this Edward would accidentally eat pot brownies thinking they were normal. And if I was being honest I would probably do the same thing. No judgement.
"Sorry, pretty girl." Edward suddenly said, his eyes pleading for my forgiveness. He probably thought I was offended by being called pretty and gorgeous if only he knew that it was actually the other way around.
I nodded, and he was still staring at me intensely, I could feel his green eyes staring even as I turned away, he didn't know what my nod meant. And I didn't want to speak, for all I knew my voice would start cracking at the sight of his beauty.
"Uh. Its okay," I said my voice staying almost completely steady, I noticed it, but I doubted anyone else would.
And then as if I hadnt been hurt enough in the past hour, I turned around and my head slammed into the cabinet almost hitting my eye. I could feel the thudding get louder, and my forhead was burning.
I looked back once, and the last thing I saw was Edward's green eyes, then I blacked out.