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Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight.
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This is a story that has been playing in my head for some time now.
It has a little bit of angst and hurt in it. But most of all it's a story about long lost friendship and how you deal with that.
I do feel the need to warn those of you that are innocent, that there will be some drug use and some violence in this story as well as some lemony fun.
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With that said….
I hope you enjoy!
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Have you ever had the feeling that everything was about to change, change in ways you never thought imaginable.
The feeling that makes you sweat violently and shake as if you are having the worst trip of your life.
This was the second time in my life that I had those thoughts running through my mind. The first time was five years ago.
I closed my eyes shoving the palms of my hands against them in an attempt to push those thoughts back where they belong.
Yeah, good fucking luck with that…
Opening my eyes I scanned the room I was in.
Here I was at yet another party at Jaspers house, my best fucking friend besides my big brother Emmet.
Jasper is without a doubt the coolest most relax type of motherfucker that I know. We became instant friend when his family the Withlocks moved from Texas to Forks.
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I met Jasper at the age of ten.
His dad Peter was a doctor at their local Hospital and his mom Charlotte, was a stay at home mom. But she wasn't really happy down there and needed a change. So when Peter got offered a job at the Olympic Memorial Hospital in Port Angeles they packed their shit up and moved.
When they got there Charlotte didn't feel comfortable living in a bigger city, which is how they ended up living only six houses down the road from ours in good old Forks.
I was riding my bike and making my way towards the end of the road, after I had heard my parents talk about the new family that would be arriving shortly after breakfast.
So I was standing beside their mailbox when they arrived hoping that maybe they would have kids from around my age that I could be friends with. Imagine my disappointment when I saw a girl standing next to car.
"Daddy!" She yelled.
"That's enough out of you young lady" The tall man said with a firm voice, before opening the trunk of the car.
"And Bree Darlin" He grinned at her. "Tell your brother to get his butt out of the car."
She smirked at him nodding her head.
"Jasper you Galoot get your skorny little butt out of the car and help daddy with the bags before he gets agger-vated." She giggled towards her father. "What are you doing in there anyway?" She asked opening the door.
The boy got out of the car and looked up at me and smirked before he turned to his sister.
"Tend to your own rat-killin" He spat. "Before I beat you like a rented mule" He finished leaving her stunned with her mouth hanging open, before walking over to me.
"Howdy! The names Jasper" He grinned at me.
I was as stunned as his sister but couldn't help the grin that was forming on my face when I looked at him.
"Edward Cullen" I said shaking his hand.
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We've been friends ever since.
And Emmet? Well like I said that's my big brother and he's what chicks would consider a "Big 'ol Teddy Bear" All fucking cute and cuddly. But in truth Emmet is one huge motherfucker. How the fuck he's related to me? Well, we are actually cousins.
My parents Carlisle and Esme Cullen, they adopted Emmet when he was just five years old.
Emmet's mom, who was Carlisle's sister Elizabeth, died when he was three years old, which lead him to live with Bryce Mcarty his dad.
Now there was one sick and twisted mother fucking cocksucker that really never gave a damn about Emmet or his Mom. Asshole only wanted the money and fame associated with the Cullen name.
So to say that I or the rest of the family didn't like Bryce was the biggest fucking understatement of the century. That man was the reason that Emmet went from being the fun and caring happy little carefree boy that loved everyone and everything around him, to being an angry at the world five year old that would kick your ass for no reason at all.
Believe me I know…
I took a deep breath feeling really thirsty all of a sudden. Looking down at my hand I saw that my bottle of Beer was empty.
Which brings us back at Jasper's party, where I had consumed almost an entire bottle of Jack after smoking up three bowls within the last two hours.
So here I was completely and utterly fucked up.
Drunk beyond believe and so fucking high, that if I were to put on a goddamn cape or some shit like that and climb onto the roof, I would probably be able to fly if I were to jump.
I shook my head briefly to clear my mind from the mental pictures that were forming there of me on the ground surrounded by blood and bones that were sticking out of my body.
I took a few deep breaths to calm the fuck down.
My head was spinning and my mouth was dry. I looked around and saw Emmet sitting on the far end of the couch with a leggy blond that I didn't recognize. Her hands were on his shoulders and his were all over the place while they were sucking off each others face.
"Fuck I'm thirsty." I said to no one in particular, when I felt a hand sneak its way op my leg. I didn't have to look up at the person to know to whom the hand belonged.
Jessica Stanley.
"Do you want me to get you a drink Eddie Baby?"
I looked at her and thought back to the three times that she had jerked me off.
Even I had to admit that the Bitch had skills.
I was fighting back the bile in my throat, because it was Jessica Stanley.
Even if she wasn't ugly or what ever and she had wanted to give me a blow job and she would have let me fuck her into oblivion. I just did not find her even remotely attractive to let her suck me off plus I had no idea where her fucking mouth had been and I sure as hell didn't want to know about any other shit that she had done with Fork's Finest Fuckers.
Not to mention fucking STD shit.
I glared at her shaking my head. "Bitch, you call me Eddie baby one more time and I'll fucking kick your whoring ass" She sobered up a little and I smirked still glaring at her "Now get your ass off of the couch and fetch me a fucking Beer like the good little Bitch you are." I nodded my head towards the kitchen and when she stood up I slapped her ass hard.
She yelped but went straight to the kitchen like I knew she would.
I threw my head back against the couch and stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes trying to enjoy the alcohol and drug induced buzz while waiting for Jessica to return with my Beer. But the only thing my mind seemed to register was the spinning ceiling.
"Fuck!" I spat glancing around me one last time only to find Jasper looking at me trough heavy lidded eyes.
"I need to take a piss" I declared standing up.
"Yeah man go upstairs" I grinned at Jasper before turning on my heel.
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I was standing in front of the vanity mirror wiping my face with a towel after I had splashed some water on my face, when it hit me.
Strawberry's and Lilac.
I dropped the towel I was holding and just stared at it as it hit the floor.
No no NO!
I quickly looked around in search of bottles of lotion, shampoo and body washes but came up empty.
I turned to my left and walked over to the shower, almost tripping over the towel that was on the floor.
"FUCK!" I yelled with sheer panic in my voice, as I grabbed the shower curtain with shaking hands and yanked it open.
"Where the fuck is it?" I searched franticly picking up every single bottle I could find and throwing it on the floor after scanning the labels.
I stood there panting like a fucking moron taking deep breaths, trying to calm the fuck down for what felt like hours.
When I finally calmed down enough I turned around and walked back to the vanity to pick up the towel that I had dropped earlier.
Wait a fucking minute..
I picked up the towel closed my eyes took a deep breath and exhaled before bringing it to my face.
Come on you fucking pussy! I mentally scolded myself Just smell the Goddamn towel!
"Oh my Fucking God!" I breathed out.
Everything came flooding back in that instant.
Every feeling of hurt when she left.
Every feeling of pain.
Every feeling loneliness.
Every feeling of anger.
Every feeling of anger and betrayal towards Charlie because he couldn't make her stay.
And hatred towards Renee for taking her away from me.
Because she was my best friend and she knew me better that anyone else.
But most of all, because she was ripped from my life when I needed her the most.
My dear sweet Bella…
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So..
There we have it..
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