So this story is definitely different to PP and I'm hoping it's in a good way. I did have the first few chapters written before I finished my other story but I changed my mind and it took me a while to work how best to introduce my characters.
It also took me a while because well, the lives of adults are more complex than teenagers, and I don't mean to be offensive. But with teenage stories you have the safety of the high school backdrop to fall back onto and adults have so much more to worry about; jobs, money, rent, etc.
I hope you enjoy.
BPOV
I didn't want to wake up. Dreams are so much better than reality. They're that special place you can escape to where everything is perfect. It's like when you're reading a really good book, and you're so absorbed by it, that when you finish you feel like you lost a friend. But, alas, something always wakes you up. Every morning without fail your dreams are interrupted by lights, sounds, smells and even the call of nature. What was making up on this particular morning happened to be the latter. I wrenched my eyes open and waited for them to focus. I saw his guitar placed carelessly against the wall opposite me. I really needed to teach that boy how to look after his shit. Does he have any idea how expensive it is to replace a guitar these days? He's had Her since he was fifteen so I'd say not. I sat up and winced as I placed my feet on the cold wooden floor. I stretched accidently knocking a photo of us at my graduation over.
I'll pick that up later.
I got up off the couch. Yes, that's right, the couch...I moved in yesterday and he has to wait till today to call his friends to help set up my damn bed. He said yesterday was all about him and me, which I supposed is justified seeing as we haven't been able to spend much time with each other for the past few years. But still.
I waddled to the bathroom only stubbing my toe on one box before I reached the bathroom, slamming the door to wake him up. I did my business and left making as much noise as possible. I heard him groan in his bedroom and I laughed diabolically as I settled on one of his stools. When one of us was awake the other had to be as well, it was one of our rules.
"God damn early risers." He grumbled as he plodded into the kitchen, opening the fridge and rubbing his belly. I snickered and he shot me a dirty look over his back as he put some toast in the toaster.
"Well maybe if I hadn't had to sleep on your shitty couch I might have been able to sleep in."
I pointed to his coffee maker and he started it up.
"C'mon Bells it's my bed!"
"Yeah well I'm your sister. You should have been the good big brother and given it up for the lady."
He looked around his apartment with his brows furrowed. I popped a grape from the fruit bowl into my mouth as I watched him.
"Lady? I see no lady in my apartment."
"Hey!" I threw a grape at him and it hit him the forehead. "And it's our apartment now."
He picked a few grapes off the stem while giving me a dirty look. "You're in for it now!"
"I didn't mean it Jazz!" I squealed as I leapt from the stool and ran for the lounge room. "My hand just slipped!" I ran for the cover of the couch and he stood on the opposite side.
"Yeah well maybe my hand will slip too!" He raised an eyebrow as he darted to the right but for once in my life I was faster than him and I sprinted to the bathroom locking the door behind me.
I giggled as he pounded on the door.
"That's not fair Bells! Let me in! I didn't have anywhere to hide!"
"No way Jazz, suck my dick!" I yelled back.
"That's really not helping with the whole lady thing, you know. I promise I won't hurt you..."
"Really Jasper? She's been her not twenty four hours and you've already scared her?" I heard the teasing voice of Emmett boom, through the front and bathroom doors. I screamed and opened the door quickly, stepping back just in time to see Jasper fall to the floor.
"Ha!" I pointed while quickly stepping over his dazed face and running to the front door.
"Emmy!" I screamed as I yanked the front door open and saw Emmett standing there.
"Belly!" He boomed as he picked me up in a bear hug and spun me around. I laughed and held tightly onto him. I had really missed him. I hadn't seen him for four years but I kept in contact with him through email and texts. When we were kids I had always tagged along with Jasper and, despite the two year age difference he didn't mind. A lot of brothers would have hated having their younger sister hang out with them but Jazz didn't. We're really close. He's my best friend.
For some reason Jasper's best friend Emmett thought I was pretty cool too and he inadvertently became my other big brother, and I really mean big. He stood at six foot four and despite his scary size he was really a big teddy bear. Except when boys were around. Strangely it was Em, not Jasper who was really protective when it came to me dating.
"I missed you." I whispered into his neck. He put me down and smiled at me, his cheeks dimpling.
"I missed you too." He kissed my forehead and looked over my head. "Jasper! Where's my coffee?" He demanded as he moved into the apartment.
I looked up, gasping, as I met the eyes of the person who used to haunt my dreams as a teen. He'd gotten older but he really hadn't changed. Same untidy, bronze hair, piercing green eyes, moody expression...well almost. His expression was more of shock at the moment. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. Maybe he was surprised that I wasn't the same gawky teenage I had been when he had last seen me six years ago.
Edward was Jasper's other best friend but unfortunately we didn't click as well as Emmett and I had. In fact I'm pretty sure he had hated me.
Jasper and Emmett attributed to the age difference.
I attributed it to his huge ego.
Back when we were teenagers Edward Cullen was cool. I was not. And Edward Cullen does not associate with people below him. He found my presence a constant annoyance, not that he ever really told anyone. But his eyes expressed it all. The little flash of anger when I would take my seat across from him at lunch or the exasperation when I would get of the car with Jazz at the movies told me everything. He was never mean to me, just indifferent. He only spoke when spoken to when I was concerned and he didn't look at me unless it was necessary.
I did have friends my own age, but I still preferred hanging out with the boys. I never understood why, I just did. Besides, most of the girl who I tried to be friends with just wanted me to get at them so I never really saw the point of trying. Especially when they would just stab you in the back. I remember being in a bathroom stall and hearing Irina tell her friends that Edward Cullen would never go for a girl like me and the only reason I was with them was because they felt sorry for me. I didn't bother reminding her that Jasper was my brother so I doubted he felt that way and I left with my head held high. I didn't show how much that comment hurt. I knew Edward wouldn't date me, but I couldn't help the crush I had on him.
"Edward. Nice to see you again. Coming in?" I said politely and I watched as he schooled his features into his normal moody expression and sent me a tight lipped smile. Really? I thought being twenty four years old he would have been over the whole dorky sister thing. He walked past me and I rolled my eyes at the empty hallway. It's not like I hated him, even when we were teenagers...he just frustrated me. I narrowed my eyes as I took in Emmett drinking my coffee. He shrugged apologetically.
"You're lucky I love you, or you would be dead." I warned.
"Hey! Where's the love for me?" Jazz asked indignantly as he emerged fully dressed from his room.
"No love for you!" I pointed at him and raised an eyebrow.
"But-"he whimpered and held a hand to his chest.
"You heard the man."
"What is with you guys and calling me a man today? I'm not a man!" I placed my hands on my hips and moved to stand in front of Emmett.
"Clearly." I heard Edward mutter from behind me. I spun around and he whipped his eyes up to mine. I looked down at myself and realised I was still wearing my thin, playsuit pyjamas. My eyes widened. I tell you, it's a great way to greet people you haven't seen in years, in your pyjamas.
"Shit." I sighed. I picked up my bag. "I'm going to go and shower and put some clothes on now." I backed into the bathroom and shut the door before leaning against it.
What a way to start the day. Ah well, it could have been worse.
Sooo I really hope you liked it and are kind enough to leave a review.
I also hope if you hated it you are kind enough to review and let me know why.
Thank you for reading. It means a lot to me. I'll try to update soon.
xoxo
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