A/N: Here's the prologue of a little something I've been working on.
I wake up alone and frown. I'm so sick of screwing everything up.
I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling for awhile, trying to make sense of my life. After thinking much more than should be allowed before noon on a weekend, I drag myself out of bed in search of something to eat. A few minutes later I plop on the couch, warm poptarts in hand, and turn on the TV. I flip through the channels lazily, finally settling on a talk show that's more drama than substance. You know, one the ones that disappoints you when it's not a "Paternity Test" episode. Excellent. I'll count on it to distract me from my less than stellar love life.
I'm really getting to it whether Latrice's baby daddy is Marshall or Carlos, when Alice walks out of her bedroom, wearing only a t-shirt and panties, and shuts the door behind her. Jasper spent the night, obviously.
"Would it kill you to throw Jasper's boxers on?" I question.
She just smirks at me. "Then what would he wear to go to the bathroom?"
Ugh. I don't want to think about that. Alice may go for guys that look practically emaciated, but that's not my thing. I prefer guys who look like they've eaten a sandwich in the last month or so. I'd rather not see bones poking out at odd angles, thankyouverymuch.
She shuffles past my bedroom door and into the bathroom, giving me a sideways look the whole time. When she emerges, she grabs an apple from the kitchen and plops down next to me, grabbing the remote from my hand.
As she surfs the same lame shows I just did ten minutes ago, she tries to casually ask, "Jake didn't stay over last night?"
She doesn't succeed with casual. She's never been good with subtlety.
I just frown and shake my head in answer, not elaborating.
"Why not?" she presses.
I shrug.
She raises her eyebrows. She's not buying it.
"He was…uh…kinda mad," I say, stalling.
"What happened?" she asks, turning to face me, sitting indian style and muting the TV to give me her full attention.
I roll my eyes but I know I have to tell her.
"We ran into Edward last night."
"Edward who?" she asks uncertainly.
"What do you mean 'Edward who?' The only Edward we know."
Understanding dawns on her face, followed quickly by suspicion. "Why would that make Jake mad?"
I sigh. "Because I did the same thing I always do when I see Edward. I babbled uncontrollably, laughed at his jokes that weren't funny, and essentially ignored everyone else," I explain. "Including Jake. I also may have introduced 'my friend Jacob' instead of 'my boyfriend.'"
"Huh?" she asks in confusion.
"I basically acted like I did in high school," I summarize.
Alice groans. "Why would you do that?"
"I think it's fairly obvious. I'm terminally awkward in Edward's presence."
"When are you going to get over that? You had a crush on him in high school. Big deal. It was 10 years ago. I'm sure he's forgotten."
I bark out a laugh that does not convey any humor at all. "Somehow I doubt that. It wasn't really so much a crush as stalking. Do you know how many times I drove past his house, Alice? He lived on a cul-de-sac!" I'm trying to repress the memory of trying to be stealth while turning around in his neighbor's driveway when he was outside washing his car. Not one of my finer moments.
Alice sighs. "Really, Bella, even if things were awkward back then, you're both adults now. I know that you're more mature than that now, and I'm guessing Edward knows that too. People generally don't keep up obsessions from when they're sixteen years old."
I nod in agreement with Alice.
The problem is, it's not sincere. The problem is, I went to that bar with Jacob last night specifically because I knew Edward would be there. The problem is, I'm still obsessed with Edward.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. The next chapter should be up soon-ish. Be sure to share your thoughts!