Hey guys this is my first fanfic please don't be cruel but I would love constructive criticism. I am in need of a BETA if anyone would like to try that out : ) If you are reading this than I hope you enjoy it! *WARNING* Lemons may occur in the future, there will most likely be cursing too… I'll stop rambling on now :]
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series those all belong to SM but these characters, THEY ARE MINE haha, Enjoy!
**I EDITED THIS b/c FOUND MUCHO MISTAKES! SORRY ABOUT THAT. ALSO, I ADDED IN SOME INFORMATION SO YOU COULD UNDERSTAND THE CHARACTERS A BIT MORE. I'D REREAD THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'VE READ IT ALREADY JUST TO BETTER UNDERSTAND THE STORY AS IT PROGRESSES* Thanks for reading, love you! :)
I was restless. It was too early to sleep, 10PM on a Thursday night? Out of all the nights in the week Thursday nights most people went out clubbing or just went out in general. Living on campus you learned a few things, where discounts were, which days the club played the best grooves, and how deserted the campus got once Friday rolled around because majority of the students lived close enough to campus to go home on the weekends. I sighed, then texted my friend, Angela.
"Hai, I'm bored . Wanna go 4 a walk?"
"Me too, Sure. Be over in 5"
This actually meant she'd be over in two minutes. Angela was a quick walker and lived in the building opposite mine. I was still dressed in my floral dress and black flats but didn't really care to change. I gave myself a once over in the mirror,
"Eh, not too shabby" I said to myself. God, I needed help. CLEARLY! Normal students, including my roomie were out having fun. Also, normal people didn't talk to themselves like there was someone who was going to answer back. Yes they did. Shut up! No, they didn't.
I used my hand to brush my hair into place, and placed the pin that sparkled in my hair at a tilt on the side of my head. As I was walking out to the front of the building, I grabbed my cardigan, cell, and keys along the way.
Sure enough, as soon as I stepped out into the refreshing cool autumn breeze I spotted Angela waiting for me. Off we went to walk under the moonlit night, the stars twinkling above.
"Any place you especially felt like walking to at this time?" Angela sarcastically asked me.
"Nope. Just needed to get out of the room, it's a nice night to walk anyway" I replied.
She hummed in response. We began walking away from the designated on-campus living area towards the student center on campus, which was always having some sort of an event going on. As we passed the center I heard music off in the distance. I tried to figure out if it was coming from the student center but couldn't really tell, it was too faint. I asked Angela if she could tell which direction the faint melody was coming from. While, I had played a few instruments, Angela had years of band practice. Naturally, her ear was attuned to the sound better than I was yet; she was only able to tell that it was in the direction opposite both the dorms and student center. My curiosity peeked. I hadn't heard of any events on campus tonight…
"Let's follow it!" I exclaimed excitedly and began walking in the direction I assumed the music was coming from.
"Are you always this curious? Wait. Don't answer that yes, you are. I should nickname you Pandora" Angela replied laughing at me.
I laughed along with her, everyone who knew me was aware of my constant and undying curiosity. One of the reasons I wanted to study to become a research associate was due to my curiosity. I wanted to research anything and everything to better understand the how and why of things. I was actually surprised I hadn't opted for social justice instead and become a detective then again, I don't think a murder scene is really my forte. My parents will tell you I was born curious because my mother went through a mystery stage during her pregnancy and read Sherlock Holmes, the Boxcar Children, as well as, watched every single detective show on television at the time. I annoyed my parents to death with constant questions as soon as I could speak. Unfortunately, as a result of my constant questions some teachers loved me while others attempted to ignore me.
As we walked on, the sound of the music picked up indicating we were closer. I cocked my head to the side and listened intently,
"I think it's Coldplay?" I question-stated. It came out sounding like a question anyway. Angela simply nodded along. I wasn't too sure if she even knew who Coldplay was seeing as she wasn't really up to date with music, preferring to listen to classic music.
I was sure of it now. I could hear the guitar playing the beginning of "Viva la Vida." I smiled in recognition and gained a bit more pep in my step.
We were nearing the tallest parking garage on campus, known as Twi for short since everyone loved the view up there at Twilight. Angela and I simultaneously realized the music could only be coming from up there. We headed towards the elevators, opting out of walking up eleven floors after walking across campus, besides we still had to walk all the way back. The music stopped when we approached the elevator making me nervous for some reason. Stepping into the heated elevator with barely any breathing space, we hit the roof floor button and I began to feel a bit of a panic on the inside. I felt like maybe whoever was playing wanted to be heard but not seen. Perhaps we were intruding on them. I looked at Angela who looked at me with a quizzical expression on her face like she knew exactly what I was thinking. I quickly knocked said thoughts out of my head as the elevator doors swung open, the cool night breeze greeted us, as we stepped out onto the concrete pavement.
The music started up again, another tune but I couldn't quite place it. I couldn't see who was playing because the roof of the garage was built in such a way that one half of the roof was always obscured with the backing of a raised area to allow more parking. We noticed some skaters and pot smokers near a car to the right of the elevator. They were talking amongst themselves while some were long boarding down the garage levels. I decided to walk to the left in order to get closer to the source of melody. We walked to the left side of the roof, and then trekked to the other, partially hidden side, staying close to the edge to make it look like we weren't just there for the music but rather the view.
When we approached the other side, saw two guys playing what looked to be a base guitar and an electric guitar with their speakers hooked up sitting on the hoods of each of their cars. No one else was near them. In fact we were the only brave souls close enough to actually see them.
I tried not to ogle, I really, REALLY did. But it was futile. While listening to them play I kept looking over to them. They played another couple Coldplay songs I recognized but couldn't name. We sat there for what seemed like hours, listening to them play, and talking quietly to each other.
Suddenly, I heard the music stop. I turned to find that they were beginning to pack up. I began to feel hurried and nervous because I really wanted to approach them to at least tell them how good they were but in front of good looking guys- I got extremely nervous.
"Angela, we should tell them how good they are!" I attempted to rope her into walking with me to converse with the fellows but Angela wasn't having it. I stood up waiting for her to follow, she did. But she kept her distance, walking with about a 5 foot distance between us. I shook my head, sighed and kept walking towards them. You see, Angela is EXTREMELY shy, absolutely terrified of being the first person to begin a conversation with someone she doesn't know. Me, I'm not really shy I just get flustered around handsome guys and either sound slow or put my foot in my mouth.
As I began walking over to the guys, I felt a shiver of nerves but put those to rest because I felt like I simply HAD to talk to them. It was a gut feeling and I absolutely did not ignore those…usually.
Trying to settle my shaking voice and nerves I called out to them,
"Hi,guys!"
"Hey" They replied simultaneously.
The one closer to me had black hair, tan skin, and a stocky build; he was reaching for his speakers and walked to his car after the hello, seemingly uninterested. Girlfriend, I bet. I thought to myself. Once he had moved out of the way, my breath caught in my throat. The site before me made me want to jump him right then and there. He was tall, had muscles but not in an overly showy way, just enough to see them through his shirt, his hair was dirty blonde, messy with just a bit of a James Dean-esque curve to the front, and his smile. GOD! That smile! He had the sweetest smile, it left me floored.
I forgot what I wanted to say as he was coiling the cord in his hands, sitting on the edge of his open trunk, smiling at me beckoning me to continue.
C'mon. Esme. Don't be stupid. You don't want to come off as slow! I told myself.
After a beat or two, words finally flowed out of my mouth. They came out in a rush as if I had no control over my mouth and my brain was on sensory overload.
"Are you guys a band? I mean- err, you guys sound pretty awesome, so it would be cool if you were in a band not that it wouldn't be cool if you weren't. I guess, it's just- well you guys look like you are in a band." I questioned stated smiling shyly despite feeling my neck and ears flare up from embarrassment.
God Esme, now he probably thinks you're some freaky stalker fan who can't speak a proper sentence! I mentally scolded myself.
"Nah, we just play for fun." He replied beaming back at me.
I think my-Yup I just wet my panties. He has a panty wetting smile. Goddamn.
"Well, you guys are really good! I loved it." I replied trying not to sound like some freak stalker fan and semi- waved while I began to walk away. My heart began to sink, and I wanted to kick myself in the face for coming off like a complete idiot with nothing more to say.
"Wait!" He called out to me halting in my steps…
-{Chapter 1}-
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