YAY. Another story lol. It may be a one shot, depending on the feedback I get on this story. So if you like it, tell me, I'll keep writing. IT'S MY FIRST AH STORY! The places I made up. They are the only things I own. A little OOC sorry, but we all can't perfect Stephanie Meyer's characters. Here, Bella is a bit out of her normal comfort zone and doesn't mind a bit of minor shopping. VERY MINOR THOUGH. And she has game (:
If people like this story, I'm going to turn into those summer fling stories. Bella goes to Midnight Beach every summer and has some fun with Edward.
I stared out my window, and took in my surroundings. Light sand and bright blue waters; it was bright and sunny, something rare from my home town. The plane ride from Forks to Midnight Beach was beyond tiring. I was already missing my hometown, Forks where my father was staying since his friend Billy Black was going to have major surgery and hopefully be out of that wheelchair of his. My mother, promising to visit towards the end of summer since her husband of six months, Phil was stuck in a body cast after a freak accident in my childhood home, Phoenix Arizona. It was my time coming to Midnight Beach, a small homey town. Everyone knew each other there. My mother had fallen in love with this small village when she took me for a cross country road trip when I was 9 and bought a small beach house here and even splurged on getting a caretaker for the house when we weren't there.
Shortly, I had arrived to our tiny home. It was beautiful, but small, but deserved an extravagant name. My mother agreed to 'L'heure Bleue' when I suggested it when she first bought it. It was 'blue hour' in French, and it was perfect for the small cottage, painted in light blues and purples surrounded by a white porch. It stood facing the ocean.
"Hello Ms. Swan." I heard a voice. It was Alfred, the cottage caretaker. He was late thirties, behind him, his wife Loretta popped up from behind.
"Ooh girl, you have grown! Look at you, so pretty now, how old are you honey?" Loretta bustled out form behind. "I missed you so much!" and hugged me. Alfred took my luggage from behind.
"15. I missed you too!"
She let me go and looked at me up and down again. "Alright sweetheart, we have the whole summer to catch up, get your pretty butt upstairs, and change into something summer-y, you look like the Ice Age is going to freeze Midnight Beach right to the core."
I smiled and walked up the stairs, my foot catching the last stair and I fell slightly but caught myself. That step always got me. Alfred had already taken my two piece luggage into my room and placed them next to my drawers. My mother was a well known designer, and had filled my closet with the summers 'in' wear. The heat was already getting to me and I quickly pulled out a pair of purple shorts and a solid blue tank top and changed. I glanced at myself in the mirror, my body small but little athletic, big brown eyes, and brown hair with small tints of lighter browns. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the cottage after waving good bye to Alfred and Loretta and went off to explore the town I had missed for 6 years.
I walked around the roads that led to town. It was strewn with tourists and locals bustling about.
I was window shopping when someone had walked into me causing me to fall on my butt, "Excuse me." I stated loudly.
"Oh. I'm sorry miss." I looked up and into the most amazing green eyes I had ever seen. They were bold and bore straight into me. I blinked stupidly, as he extended his hand and pulled me up. He picked my purse off the ground and placed it back on my shoulder.
"There we are. All set, no cuts or scratched I assume?"
"You assumed correctly."
"Edward Cullen." He introduced himself and smiled crookedly.
"Bella Swan." I stuttered.
"Bella, short for Isabella?"
"Yes…"
He bent down to my ear, "Well, Ms. Swan, that name does not do you justice. You are far more beautiful." And walked away. "I'll be seeing you, Bella." He yelled. I gaped at him, wondering what had just happened to me.
I walked back to the seaside cottage in a daze. Questions swarmed my brain.
'Did he live here? Is he single? Was he just flirting with me? Wow, he had such beautiful eyes.'
Loretta seemed to notice my distant face, "What happened hon? You look like you just saw Bigfoot."
"Huh?' I snapped out. "Oh no, just. Took in a lot today. I'm going to take a nap."
"Alright sweet cheeks, I'll wake you for dinner."
Napping wasn't easy at all, I had crawled into my full size bed and pulled the light covers over me, and shifted myself comfortably. My thought swirled around this Edward Cullen I had just met. A guy like him definitely had a girlfriend. And yet, I wanted him.
I woke up well into the next day. Why hadn't Loretta woken me? My stomach rumbled loudly. I did my morning routines and walked downstairs to get something to eat and found a note with a stack of cookies from Loretta.
Bella honey,
This weekend is Alfred and mine's anniversary; we decided to get out of town this weekend. We've told your mother and father about it, and they are fine with it. They say hello by the way. Anyways, we'll be back Monday morning. I was going to tell you last night at dinner but you wouldn't wake up. Have a lovely weekend, and we'll see you. If you need anything or if there's an emergency, just call us, the number is on the fridge and we'll be back before you can even say 'chocolate chip cookies'. Have a nice weekend; I know you'll stay out of trouble honey.
Love, Loretta and Alfred.
I finished reading and took a cookie, it was huge and enough to keep me full. I decided to do some reading on the beach and took my favorite book out of the bookcase. 10 minutes later, a large tote bag I was out the door and dressed in a shirt and jean shorts finished with sunglasses, I plopped a few feet from the shore of the beach, laid down on my back and read.
As I reached the climax of my book, a Frisbee had bonked me on the head, and running people had splashed me and my book. Fuming, I got up and sat a good 15 feet away from that area. Yet, the Frisbee returned, later followed by volleyball. It was when the football had hit my square on the stomach. I saw a shadow coming towards me; I picked up the ball and chucked it straight at the person, and hit them on the nose.
"OW SHOOT! I THINK I'M BLEEDING!" the person cried.
I got up and ran to the person; his hands were covered in blood. It was Edward, from yesterday.
I gasped, "HOLY CROW! I am so sorry! Here, come lets go my house, we'll get some tissues and get that cleaned up. I am so sorry!" he clutched his nose and followed me. I ran back to the cottage, into the kitchen and grabbed paper towels. Edward followed me, pinching his nose and sat down on the counter.
"Here." I tiptoed and placed a towel on his nose, which he took.
I went to the sink and took the remaining of the towels and wet them and started cleaning his hands.
"Thank you." He said nasally.
"No problem. It's the least I could do for making you bleed."
"You owe me Bella, cleaning me isn't going to be enough, for all we know, it could be broken."
I said nothing and started wiping his flawless cheeks. It was smooth and slightly tanned. I held myself back so I wouldn't be stoking his cheeks.
"I think it stopped bleeding." He said.
"Is it broken?" I asked.
"No, slightly bruised, but its fine."
I threw the bloody paper towels away as Edward hopped down from the counter. He placed his arm on my shoulder, and spun me to face him.
"So, Bella, you bruised my nose, what do you have to offer?"
"Nothing. It was a bruise; I get them all the time. Suck it up and be a man about it."
"Wow, witty. So I guess, I'll just go and hopefully not walk into anything. I might hit my nose and it'll hurt. But, I guess I'll just suck it up." His eyes stared at me, sadness swimming in those green eyes.
He was guilt tripping me, what nerve. All my feelings for him before had gone away and been replaced with disgust.
"Well, I should be going then, unless you're planning to hit me with something else…I mean, you might as well just get an anchor and whack me with it."
I sighed and caved. It couldn't be that bad if I gave in, right? "Fine, what do you want? I have a few bills lying around."
"Silly Bella, I wasn't going to ask for money. How about, you and I go for some ice cream, say now?"
I was going to regret this. "Fine."
He went outside to gather his items and tell whoever he was with where he was going. I had changed into a pair of jeans and found some sneakers. He returned, waiting for me outside of the door.
"Shall we?" He asked. I nodded and followed him down the street, side by side. My oh my, no matter how jumpy my heart was, I was going to regret this. He had conned and guilted me into this.
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