Summer Novels

Chapter One: Carnival Dangers

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns Twilight

This is one of my first Twilight Stories, so I hope you enjoy and like!!

BPOV

I rubbed my eyes once again, staring at the white screen before me, as my mind ran through the many scenes of my life, but my fingers just didn't want to comply with my thoughts. I pushed aside my laptop and laid my head on the desk, letting out a deep sigh, wondering why, all the sudden, I'm having this horrible writers block. In the end I decided it was karma for all my bad choices in life.

As I stared out of my window, the computer screen turning black from the screensaver, my mind ran over all the tiny thoughts, all my bad decisions I was about to let the world know in my last novel.

The clinking of a coffee mug brought me out of my trance, as I rose up and the aroma of fresh coffee filled my nose, a small smile playing at my lips, before two lips came in contact with my forehead.

"I don't even know where to start." I mumbled, grabbing the cup into both of my hands and sighing before taking a sip.

"How about not starting." He replied, icily. I knew he didn't like the idea of this story becoming published.

"…I want to." I said more to myself, than to him.

"Good luck, I'm heading to bed though…don't stay up to late." He kissed my forehead again, chaste, but still full of affection as I stretched my neck and placed my fingers on the keyboard, letting my thoughts flow through them.

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Year 1943

There was nothing like summer to me, my favorite season of the year. That bright orange ball above, warming us to the bone, making the water sparkle with beauty as we would spend days looking at the reflection of nature through it. I dreaded the days, when I had to return to my father in that dreary, dark place called Forks, Washington…to an equally dark mansion he owned. But until then I cherished all the moments I had in this glorious town of Magnolia.

I loved summer time period, but the summer of my seventeenth year, I would find myself loving it even more…because this summer, I would find love.

I've had my little crushes, and my little dates, all persisting after me, but all just as annoying as my last date with Mike Newtown, a middle class boy who I found time to spend with, when I had time to waste, or when I needed a boy to take me somewhere. It irritated me half to death, since I really wasn't the one convinced I needed a male beside me at all time, especially one as simple minded at Mike Newton, but it was the work of my long time summer friend Rosalie Hale…who loves having her big bulk of a lover, Emmet Cullen beside her at all times. As stupid as Emmet can be, I found him entertaining, and I found myself loving him as a brother at the end of last summer. He was someone I looked forward to seeing, after he came in rugged from working in a lumberyard.

I was jealous.

I was jealous whenever Rose spoke his name, or kissed him, or hugged him, or when they held hands; but I endured.

I wasn't jealous of her, but I was jealous that I couldn't find something like that. Never in my life would I let Mike Newton hold my hand and kiss it like that, with his disgusting mouth, equivalent to a toad. I sighed as I found myself walking side by side with him once again, as he tried to wrap his arm around my waist; I pulled away, gathering myself closer to Rosalie. Perhaps this Carnival thing wasn't such a good idea. Or it could have been this ridiculous outfit that Rose stuck me in. A dark blue dress, halfway to my knees with a square neckline and wide straps with a dark grey cardigan sweater to match, I was focusing on not letting Mikes odd staring get to me, staring ahead and ignoring him. I was looking for any reason to not try not to look at Mike, he was so vile…and…

Then I saw him, and his jade eyes gazed right back into mine.

My God, he was beautiful. Unruly hair, that wasn't bland enough to be labeled red, skin that wasn't dark but wasn't too pale. Creamy was a good description. He was lean, and muscular, seeing his forearms under his worn tan button up shirt that had been rolled up to his elbows. He had on brown pants complimenting the shirt, but you could tell he was in workers clothes.

He gave a crooked smile that made me forget about everyone around the Carnival and then he looked away, and everyone snapped back to the world.

"Eddy!! You made an appearance!" Emmet called out, as the beauty cringed before Emmet ran to him, faking a few punches as Edward dodged them and I couldn't help but to smile at their playful actions. He stopped all the sudden and looked back in my direction, scowling, and I felt saddened by his reaction to me, but I felt Mike shift toward me, and I suddenly felt really uncomfortable.

"Cullen. " Mike stated coldly, as if he was saying a curse word.

"Newton." He replied, nonchalantly, before looking back at me, curiosity in his eyes, as he looked at myself and then Mike and I prayed he wasn't thinking what I think he was thinking. Leave it to Emmett to break the ice as he drew everyone out of this little silence.

"Eddy, this is here beauty is the woman of my life, Rosie…but you've met her once, I think, oh well, she's worthy of two introductions" I watched him intently once again, as he rolled him eyes, and I smirked a little, "…and the person you can't keep your eyes off is Isabella Swan…gorgeous and single."

I could feel my face turn red, as Mike cleared his throat so loudly my body shook as he threw a protective arm around me, I found myself, no matter how much blood rushed to my face, shivering away from him as I narrowed my eyes at him Then turned the glare to Emmett, who seemed oblivious to my embarrassment, of course Emmett would to say something that would make me want to die on the spot. Was the last three words, truly needed, or for that matter, the introduction at all.

He walked over to be, a little too closely, but I didn't mind it, perhaps I even enjoyed this distance as he took my hand and held it up, wrapping his fingers around my own as he smiled that smile again and I'm sure I felt my mouth drop a little, but hopefully not to wide.

"Isabella…I'm Edward."

I found my voice, somehow as I stuttered out the first thoughts on my mind. "...Be-Bella..."

He blinked in confusion before he smiled and nodded. "Bella it is…and as contradictory it is to what my brother says, try to refrain from calling me Eddy, although I might not mind it so much if it came from you." I gulped as my face turned red, and I think I lost my eyesight, before all the sudden, Edwards scent and warmth was away, and I took a step into reality to realize that Mike had shoved him away from me. Pig!

"Stop!" I found myself screaming, as Mike shoved him again, and I went to grab the back of Mikes arms to stop this unnecessary fight, before he pushed me away with his back and I stumbling a little to stay upright, I looked at Edward's, who eyes suddenly turned a dark jade, different from his earlier sparkling eyes. He grabbed Mikes front shirt, before he looked past Mike to me, my eyes softly pleading with him to stop, he then looked toward the crowd that gathered around before he dropped Mike, and he turned around walking away, as Mike stood up.... take it to Mike to go after a man who was leaving a fight, as he ran after him and turning him around by his shoulder, socking one right into his cheek as Edward stumbled back, but didn't fall. Mike was whispering things to him I wasn't able to hear, as Edward received another hit, trying to get his equilibrium back, next thing I remember was he was dodging the punches like liquid, before he hit once and Mike was on the ground.

Edward spit some blood on the ground before looking at me quickly and turning on his heel, the crowd that had gathered around letting him by as he became just another person in the crowd, pulling his hat out of his pocket and covering up that gorgeous hair. I knew it would be better if I went to help Mike, but I quickly found myself pushing through the crowd just as he had, in search of him.

I didn't know how long I was running around the carnival, looking for that hair, or even that hat, no matter how many people had it...sooner or later I was off the carnival land. It wasn't until I was left alone on an empty street that I realized I had lost him, my chest heaving up and down, I fought a sob, and rested my hands on my knees. The moon was out, so it would be easy to find my way back home, but disappointment flooded me.

I heard a whistle, as I looked up in anticipation of Edward. I frowned instantly when I realized it was nothing but a dark shadow of a man that was clearly not Edward, approaching me.

"Nice Kitty." I heard another voice say, as I turned around and saw another quickly gaining up on me, and I closed my eyes, praying this be nothing but a nightmare.

"Can I have some milk, Kitty?" Another voice said, thick with an undetectable accent

"Meow."

I opened my eyes finally, to see five men quickly gaining on me, as I quickly closed the sweater around myself along with my arms as they surrounded me and I found myself shaking my head, wanting to wake up from this nightmare.

"Aw, don't shake your head…you know you want it." One of them said, as I opened my eyes, and one touched me as I shuddered away from him.

I could run and scream, and cry for help, but I didn't know how useful that would be, but then I remember going to those classes with Rosalie. Stomping on the foot. Kicking in the groin. Hitting them in the nose to blind them. I sniffled some at the thought of what was possibly and most likely about to happen to me, as I closed my eyes.

"Open those pretty eyes, Kitty…I wanna see that look on your face."

I felt another clammy hand on my neck as I pulled away, then I found tears in my eyes, as I blinked them away. I felt myself being shoved, as my knee scraped the cement, and the smell of blood hit me before the pain as I cried out…I closed my eyes tightly and rolled off my knee, grasping it as I tried to block the smell of blood from reaching my nostrils.

Crack!

That sound alone made me open my eyes wide, as I watched a slender form take them down, one by one, two of them ganging up on him at one point…but it wasn't ten minutes later that he staggered over to me, wiping the little blood on his mouth.

I managed to speak, "God…are you okay?"

He blinked a little before shaking his head as he helped me off of the ground, by placing two hands under my arms and lifting me, "You've just been attacked…and you're asking me, if I'm okay?"

I suppose he did make sense…a lot of it actually, but I could be concerned.

"Well…I'm fine. Just scratched, nothing I haven't had before."

His concerned worried eyes that gleamed in the moonlight suddenly turned angry as he spewed at me all the sudden. "Good! What are you doing in this part of the neighborhood? Are you insane? They love little nonsense rich girls like yourself around here."

I felt my mouth drop open at his velvet words that scared me, as I found myself glaring right back at him as I crossed my arms.

"I was trying to get away from Mike, and that crowd who was keen on asking me, why the fight was started." No need to tell him the complete truth…

His eyes softened at this revelation, before he ran a hand through those gorgeous locks of hair and I was tempted to do it myself, but kept it wrapped under my arms.

"…I apologize for my anger."

"You should…and you should apologize for that insult, I'm not just a little 'nonsense rich girl'." That insult stung the most above anything.

"I'm not apologizing for that, cause that was the truth." He turned on his heel, and started to walk, as I felt my mouth drop and I followed him, wanting to demand explanation, ignoring the pain in my knee as I tried not to limp.

"Excuse me? You think you know me so well."

He stuck his hands in his pockets as he continued to walk, and I found myself taking his same strides...only struggling.

"Emmet Cullen is my brother. You're his girls best friend, I think I get a little clue about you if you're anything like Rosalie." He grin was smug, as if he had me all figured out, and I fought the anger of running in front of him and smacking some sense into him. I was her opposite if anything.

"You know nothing." I ended up saying, surprised at my comment, compared to the long one I had thought up in my mind to say.

I sniffled some and stopped, my knee throbbing, as the big pain suddenly hit me, and I looked down at my knee, dried blood flowing all the way down my leg, along with fresh blood.

"Christ." I heard him mumble, as he followed my line of sight and stared at my injury. I looked up at him and shook my head.

"I'm a little uncoordinated…this happ-" I started, but was cut off...

"They shoved you!" Anger flooded his voice, and his cool demeanor was gone that was there a second ago.

"Well…yes, but I what I was going to say wa-" And again cut off...

"I should go back and bash their heads in."

Edward was seething and his eyes were an even darker green as before. My eyes on the other hand were as wide as saucers as he turned around, and I ran in front of him, and placed my hands on his chest.

"No! Just, leave them alone on the ground…" If you kill them, you go to jail, and how will I get to know you better.

He looked at me, as his anger dissipated and was replaced by something I couldn't quite pinpoint, before he sighed and ran a hand through his hair...is he torturing me, and while I focused on his hair I felt myself being lifted off the ground, and cradled to a nearby bench where he sat me down and laid my injured left leg out, taking a closer look at my wound, which looked a lot worse laying down than standing up.

"You should get this cleans and bandaged before it gets infected." He took a piece of cloth out of his other back pocket, and licked it then gently cleaned the dried blood and the fresh as well, his hands as soft as silk. I would have found this disgusting by any other man, but as for Edward… it was endearing, and my heart soared.

"You weren't going to let me finish…I was saying, I'm not as graceful as other women, I've had worse…"

He chuckled some before raising himself up and sitting down beside me, moving my leg to sit on his lap before looking at me.

"Do you always look at the positive side of things?"

"Always." I said, even though that wasn't true is some cases, but he just smiled warmly at me before I returned it and then closed my eyes, smelling the warm air of corn and funnel cakes.

"There you are Edward Anthony Cullen!" A light soprano voice said, almost a female voice of Edwards, as I opened my eyes to see a girl with short, wavy hair walking toward us, in a pretty floral dress and a man behind us. "I heard you were starting trouble at the carnival." She opened her mouth to start another sentence, but stopped when seeing me, as Edward narrowed his eyes at her.

"Alice, this is Bella…. Bella…" Edward stopped short, realized he didn't know my full name as I smiled and finished for him.

"Swan, Emmet wasn't one to always properly introduce someone…as you noticed." I replied to Edward as Alice recovered from his shock and smiled hugely as I raised my hand to her and she came and wrapped her arms around myself. I could only blink.

"Nice to meet you Bella Swan. I'm Alice Cullen" She pulled away and smiled at me, perfect white teeth…something I noticed all of them had, then she brought forth a man in a blue shirt and dark pants, with blonde hair, almost as unruly as Edward's, but it didn't seem as natural, he seemed to be focusing on the night sky before Alice called his attention. "…and this is Jasper Hale, this is actually his first time in Magnolia…he finally got away from his father."

I blinked the shock away from my face before looking at him closely, and then I could see it, as clear as a bright day.

"You're Rosalie's brother." I finally asked, although it was more like a declaration. He nodded, before it seemed to dawn on him too.

"Isabella Swan, now I recognize that last name…I've heard much about you." His southern accent was noticeable, but not annoying…he came from southern money; he was the boy you're father wanted you to bring home.

"Just Bella, Jasper…welcome to Magnolia, I thought I would never get to meet Rosie's infamous brother…you've been here for a week and I still haven't got to properly meet you, where have you been hiding?"

He chuckled and shrugged before placing an arm around Alice as she snuggled to his side. It clicked in my mind. Alice was the one hiding him, as I smiled at them, before Alice said her goodbye to Edward, and declared an explanation for his bruised face and bashed knuckles, which I suddenly felt bad for.

"I'm so sorry." I mumbled quietly, guilt overcoming me. "I'm so sorry, for Mike and for those guys…and all that."

He shrugged, as if it was nothing and I looked at him closely. "I have a thing for damsels in distress…although, you seemed to be more in distress…you're a magnet for danger."

My mouth dropped as I crossed my arms and hmphed, before he chuckled. "I am not."

"Mike Newton, and those men…" I looked to the side, ignoring the fact that he was right.

"Mike…isn't that bad..."I lied as Edward let out a laugh.

"Please, he's only after two things…money is one of them, guess the other." I gasped, before Edward chuckled again, and I finally removed my leg from his lap, almost forgetting it was there and stood up.

"If you're done insulting me for the night, I think I'll head back home." I gave my best 'hmph' and headed off to the south.

"Wrong way to your house." He stated, chuckling some as I stopped and turned around, realizing he was right…as I stomped past him, ignoring the pain in my knee as he suddenly laughed, seeing my face as I crossed my arms.

Prick.

He was one gorgeous, mean, gorgeous…prick.

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I saved the beginning of my first chapter and closed my laptop. I was smiling and I knew it, memories of Edward always did that to me. His know it all personality and such good lucks. He brought an emotion out of me that first day, and at first I wasn't quite sure what it was until later.

I looked around carefully, before opening my desk drawer and removing a couple of books, before reaching a copy of 'Wuthering Heights'. I opened it to my favorite page, as a black and white picture of Edward lingered there, bent at the corners and old, his smile, that smile...my smile, was the star in the picture, as he leaned against a rusted red truck, his hair shining in the sun, and his hat in his hand. So handsome. I sighed and rubbed my finger over him before closing the book, and placing it back in the desk, and then placing the books back. The bed called for me, and who was I to deny it. I laid down and rested my head on the pillow, willing myself to dream some more.

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