So here's my first story. I couldn't think of a title so i literally picked the first word that i saw in the room, which was Surreal. so here it is: Surrealism
Hope you enjoy. Review.
Chapter 1 - Some other Place
Isabella Swan
ahem... Bella.
Oh, sorry...
Bella Swan
"BELLA!"
"Jesus Jessica."
"There's a group of guys here."
"Okay, well, congratulations, you can officially tell the difference between Males and Females." When she didn't remove herself I looked up again "you want a medal hon?"
She giggled and I grinned, well, I pulled my cheeks up in an odd grimace-like expression.
"Seriously though, what's up?" This girl is going to kill me, not only can she text on her cell whilst simultaneously ignoring customers, she manages to take unannounced time off to get her hair done and bother me, whilst I'm with a client, to tell me a regular occurrence has cropped up.
I'm thinking employee of the month?
"Oh! They want piercings."
"Awesome. A group of pissy little boys hoping for some street cred. Fuck's sake. Book 'em in then Jess. C'mon, you know this. It's your job darling." The girl currently sat in front of me topless snorted and tried unsuccessfully to disguise it as a cough. She turned her head to the side and rested her cheek on the headrest of the chair she was straddling, completely indifferent towards the fact that she was half naked in front of my assistant.
Jess coughed nervously and wiggled her eyebrows. "They said if you don't do it now they'll do it themselves in the shop and you can clean up the blood." She darted her eyes to the floor and started wringing her hands.
I sighed. "Fine. Tell them they can wait, then ring my 9 o'clock and tell them I... have swine flu or some shit." The girl full on laughed at me as she turned her head to face away from me again and Jessica pulled a face like I'd asked her to memorise an encyclopaedia and nodded, turning away from me absent-mindedly.
"Oh Christ I just know she's gonna fuck up." My client remarked.
"You're not kidding she's like a fucking psyduck."
"Oh you did not just make a Pokémon reference!"
"You're damn right I made a Pokémon reference." I looked at the clipboard to my right, "Alice, you'll be done in about ten minutes gorgeous." I pressed the needle to her skin just once more to complete the filling of her tiny pixie silhouette. She'd brought me a picture from the internet, it wasn't bad, she didn't want the tribal round the edge and she wanted words; confiance de foi et poussière de sylphide.
"Okay Missus you're done." I left the room after cleaning her up and handing her t-shirt over.
I walked through to the shop front and looked at the three guys sat on the bench in front of the window. I laughed.
As I pulled the ribbon from my hair I bent down behind the cashier's desk and retrieved the receipt book.
"Emmett McCarty you selfish son of a bitch. Someone had to have their hard earned appointment cancelled because you couldn't wait one day."
"Well, Isabella Swan you know I can't resist your charm."
I growled and threw the small tub of Vaseline in my hand at him, it rebounded off his forehead and he grinned at me, rubbing his red skin.
"Bella. Always Bella. Isa Can go fuck itself. I know." He recited as he chuckled and I grinned.
"So what are you after anyway?"
"Well, I came to tell my cousin to save the date."
I froze. "You're kidding?!"
"No Bells. I did it. Took me 8 years, but I did it."
"Well fuck me sideways and call me Larry. She said yes? Well who'd have thought?"
I laughed and leapt across the room, throwing my arms around his neck and gripping my gigantic cousin.
"So, I lost a bet, I gotta get the wrong ear pierced... could only think of one person I wanted to turn me into a flaming queen. Whatcha say?"
"Who'd you lose to?"
"These guys." He gestured behind him at the two men he had with him.
"Jasper Whitlock" the blond haired man made his way toward me and with a slight southern twang said the words; "nice to meet you ma'am." before kissing my hand and bowing his head. Safe to say I giggled.
"And this is the best man; Edward Cullen." I looked up into the eyes of a 6'2 complete and utter God and was met with sea green pools staring right back.
"Jasper took the hand kissing manoeuvre so I guess I'll have to pick some other place huh?" he murmured. I took note of how close he'd moved to me and my breath hitched as I trailed my gaze across each of his startling features.
The eyes were the perfect centrepiece on a table of absolute loveliness.
In other words, this boy is fuck-hot.
His nose was perfectly straight and not a bit out of place, leading down to lips that were full and so soft looking I wanted to spread whipped cream all over them and then lick it off. His jawline was masculine and strong and his forehead was obscured by errant strands of auburn falling from a head of the best looking hair you've ever experienced.
I kid you not, that hair could separate itself from his head and every other hair-do on the planet would shave itself to have sex with it.
So after analysing Simon-the-sex-hair and admiring this man's delicious features it struck me how toned his body was, and lean, not wide like Emmett, but just, fucking, AWESOME.
I think I just named his hair Simon. Huh.
I realised what a stupid line he'd just spouted and was about to snort in his face, when his lips brushed my cheek and my eyes widened. His mouth lingered on my skin and I felt the heat spread throughout my face and stain where his lips were on me.
And then the most surreal moment of my life occurred.
I turned to see my freshly inked client gazing into the sky blue eyes of the blond southerner.
"You've kept me waiting."
"Sorry Ma'am."
Wide? Or Lean? (;
