Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the amazing Stephenie Meyer.
A/N: Hello people! This is my first story, and I'm hoping you like it. This chapters pretty short, but I do have the next one done and I'm almost done chapter 3. If you want me to post them, all you have to do is click the button at the bottom.
I want to explain a few things before this starts. This is loosely based on the book '13 Blue Envelopes'. I've never read the book (I didn't have enough money when I was at the book store) but I thought the back sounded cool, and then a fanfic popped into my head.
Also, this takes place in New York City, and Bella is nineteen. I think that's it, but if there are any other questions, feel free to ask!
I stared at the screen of my laptop, coming up with nothing. My fingers drummed over the keys, and then, in complete frustration, slammed the obscene thing shut and threw it on the floor. I hastily put my long hair up into a bun and laid back on my pillows.
Like any author out there, I was going through a stage of writer's block. A disease that I cannot afford to have.
After about an hour of staring at my ceiling hoping desperately that inspiration would hit, I decided it was time to leave the apartment. After all, it was twelve o'clock in the afternoon, and I was still in my plaid pajamas.
So, I left my apartment, and walked in the one across from mine. Alice's.
I walked in and was greeted by the blessed smell of coffee. Alice, who somehow knew I was there even though had her face covered by the newspaper she was reading, held up a cup in the air for me.
"Hey, Bella," she said, and put the paper down so she could grin at me. "What's up?" she asked, and I plopped down in the chair across from her.
"Give my inspiration, my favorite muse," I begged her. Alice always came up with ideas for books. She gave me the ideas, I put them down on paper, and, in her words, 'spun them together like magic'. But this time she rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, Bells, I'm all out of inspiration. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?" she asked, and this time it was my turn to roll my eyes.
"Alice, we all know I'm the one with the dry humor, and you're the hyper one," I said as I took a sip of Alice's coffee. I tried not to choke on it. "God, Alice, this is awful! Did you let Emmett make it or something?" I asked and reached behind me to pour it down the drain.
The door to the bathroom opened and Emmett came lumbering out. He scowled at me.
"Fine, you make the coffee, miss I'm-a-waitress-in-a-coffee-house-so-everyone-else's-coffee-sucks," he said sarcastically.
"Wow, your parents really didn't love you if they named you that," Alice said, and then realized what she said. Her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth.
"I'm so-" she started, but I cut her off.
"So, when are you going out with Jasper today?" I asked slyly.
"I'm leaving at two for a late lunch," she told me, knowing that I wanted a subject change. I pulled the newspaper down to see her face, which was bright red. Blushing is not common for Alice, but whenever I bring up her knew sort-of boyfriend Jasper, she looks like a tomato.
"Alice is in love," Emmett teased, and Alice smacked his shoulder.
"Shut up," she whined.
"Alice and Jasper kissing in a tree; K-I-S-S-I-N-G," we sang, and miraculously, she turned even redder. Eventually we stopped, but the whole time I was there, Emmett wouldn't stop making very obvious innuendos.
Emmett and I left at one-thirty so Alice could get ready. I went downstairs to get my mail, and when I opened the slot, letters started spilling out all over me, and each one was a powder blue.
Something wasn't right here.
There you have it! Review please and constructive criticism is great!
I'm thinking about maybe having a beta. Is anyone interested? I would need you for grammar and input for the story. PM me or tell me in a review. Thanks!
Jumper