Disclaimer: Idon't own twilight. But that would be amazing..
A/N- Okay guys. To those of you who absolutely hate me for not making anything new for a million years. I'm working on that, but you can stop reading my stuff whenever. To those of you who don't care that I've written nothing since like, November, Thanks 8] Okay this idea totally came to me in math class when we were supposed to be working on the Pythagorean Theorem, but to hell with math because I'm trying to update my stories, mostly the ones who have a plot my Aim story, but who knows inspiration strikes at random moments. Please tell me if you have any suggestions for my stories, because constructive critisciam is always good. But please don't if you just want to message me to say " You are the suckiest writer in all eternity and you suck eggs." Just stop reading my crud. By the way... Is anyone else totally jazzed about Twilight's dVD release in a couple days? Whatever... I'll stop ranting. Enjoy.
Ever since I was a little girl, still playing with my Care Bear tea set, I wanted to be a teacher.
Actually it was all because of my Kindergarten teacher, Ms. Bromwich. She was quite old and she had laugh lines and deep crow's feet. Her hair was a soft gray and curled around her ears.
Mrs. Bromwich improved my childish cooking skills. We never just bought animal crackers for snack, we made our own fruit punch and spaghetti and juiced our own oranges and baked homemade cookies before we layed down on our mats for nap time.
So here I was in college, doing nothing with my life other than drinking and reading chick lit while my spunky roomate Alice went out with her Guy of The Week. This week, his name was Andrew. He was pretty hot, but I don't really think he's so interested in Alice. I saw that he was listening to Im a Unicorn on his iPOD as she was telling him about Pizza Buffet, this restaurant that they were going to.
My other best friend, Rosalie was off at a bar with some guy she met at Wal Mart. She says he's romantic because they met in the Advil aisle. Yeah, I don't get it either. His name is Jackson.
I had already watched a couple episodes of Oprah, taken a shower, eaten all of our cookie dough, and dranken so many Mojitos that Oprah could've looked like Dr. Phil.
It was already Eleven when someone knocked on our condo door.
My hair still a little wet, wearing sweats and a T-shirt, I went to answer the door.
A little girl, probably no more than 6 years old was crying and her blonde pig tails were everywhere.
"Excuse me, but can you help me?" She said through her sobs.
"Ohmygod, yeah-um-yeah..." I stuttered.
Where were this girl's parents?
She held on to my leg in fright and I picked her up to comfort her.
"What's your name, honey?" I asked, smoothing down her hair.
"I'm Coralea Cullen and me and my brother, Eddie waas at the-" Coralea stuttered and bawled into my shoulder.
I patted her on the back."It's alright, honey. where were you?"
She looked at me crystal blue eyes, brimming with tears.
"We were" she sniffed." at that restarant!!"
She pointed to Chuck E. Cheese's.
I held her hand to walk across the street and she held tight to my sweatpants. So hard that if she fell, so would my pants.
"What does your brother's car look like, Coralea?"
She looked better than before." Its shiny and silva."
There was a few of those, too many to count though.
I pulled her inside Chuck E. Cheese's. This was the highlight of my night.
Right when I stepped into the door I heard a loud boom.
"Corrie! Corrie, Where are you?!"
It was the most beautiful voice I had ever heard.
"Coralea, is that your brother?"
She smiled." That him! That him!"
Then I realized the beautiful voice was coming from a beautiful person.
Gorgeous, tousled bronze hair and light green eyes.
I held Coralea in my fragile arms. She was such a skinny thing!
I tapped the frusterated man on the shoulder.
"Excuse me? I think you lost something."
I set Coralea down onto the color-flecked carpet.
"EDDDIE!" She scremed and ran to him and threw her small, pale arms around him.
"Corrie! Why did you run away from me?" He picked her up and held her close.
He looked 19, maybe 20.
When they finally stopped hugging, Coralea came up behind me to hug my legs.
"Danks." She grinned a beautiful, dimpled grin.
My hair had dried by now, so at least I looked that a little better. I was out in public!
The man flashed me a gorgeous crooked smile. " Thanks. I'm Edward, Edward Cullen."
"You're welcome." And with that, I went to the door.
I heard Coralea and Edward talking behind me.
"Um, Miss?" Edward said.
My body turned towards him.
"Yeah?"
"Corrie wants you to stay for dinner, Miss..."
"Bella. my name's Bella. I can't stay, I'm sorry. My roomates should be home in a little bit."
"Oh, of course." He looked just a little more dissapointed than Coralea.
I laughed at that.
Edward handed me a small, thick strip of paper with a phone number.
"If there's anything I can do, plase call me. My parents could hook you up with someone, well I guess if you wanted to be a teacher or a doctor. Or you could just call if you're bored." Edward smirked.
He was so hot, maybe I would take him up on that.
NO, BELLA! HES TRYING TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS!RESIST!
"Just kidding about the last part, you know."
I forced a giggle." yeah."
"Bye, and thanks for saving her."
I walked home with a smile on my face. I could see Rosalie's car pull into the driveway and started to walk at a brisker pace.
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"Geez Bells, what the hell have you been doing all night." Rosalie and Alice had complained.
Empty bottles of Mojitos layed on the kitchen counter, along with a hollow ice cream tub.
I had left Oprah on when I left.
"You really have to get a boyfriend." Alice chimed.
Of course I did.
I slipped into my sweats and a tight tank with a red paisley print on it, pulled my silk comforter up to my neck and sunk into the deep darkness of my dreams.
