A/N: okay, so I'm starting a new story here. And hopefully it all turns out right, and goes the way I want, ugh, I dunno, things don't always go as planned. Who knows, maybe this time it'll actually go right…? Well, anyways, read, k? K, thanks. And enjoy, everybody! Very different story from everything else on here, if I do say so myself. But that could just be one author's opinion. I dunno.
Oh, and by the way, I've decided to name everything after Fall Out Boy stuff. In other words, the name of the story is a Fall Out Boy song, and so will be all the chapter titles. Because, I—personally—LOVE Fall Out Boy. They're pretty much my favorite band, so yeah… Even if you don't really like them too much, please still read it…. Enjoy, my loverlies!
I'm going to do my best to stick with Bella's POV and not go around switching it all the time. But if it just so happens that I find it absolutely necessary, I may need to break my rule. I dunno…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or New Moon. The genius behind those masterpieces would be Stephenie Meyer.
Oh, p.s…: This is an Alternate Universe story. You have been warned… dun dun dun…! -creepy music-
"Thanks For the Memories" One night and one more timeThanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
"He tastes like you only sweeter"
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Chapter 1: "Switchblades and Infidelity""So anyways, where would you want to go tonight for our date? I was thinking about this little Italian restaurant I saw in Port Angeles when I was shopping there a few weeks ago. What do you think about that? Sound good?" I looked up at Emmett hopefully.
And surprisingly, he wasn't paying attention. At all. He actually wasn't even looking at me. What the hell…?
I waved my hand in front of his face a few times, trying to gain his attention. "What? Huh? What happened?" he asked, clearly dazed, and turned his gaze back to me, shaking out his head. Alright. Something was definitely going on here. And I was determined to find out just what it was.
So I looked in the direction his head had been in. And there sat Rosalie Hale, in all her glory. It was obvious that it was her that Emmett had been staring at.
I had never really thought much about her before today, just that she was super beautiful—which, I'll admit, had made me a tad jealous at first, but I'd quickly gotten over it. But now I just wanted to go up to her and tear her into a million little pieces.
Hey, that's what happens when you see her as your boyfriend's potential love interest. You just don't mess with Bella Swan. Not when it comes to her relationships, anyways.
It's true, I wouldn't mind seeing her trip or do something at least embarrassing every once in a while, but still, I had never actually hated her before…
Rosalie was the typical popular girl of Forks High School. She'd won Homecoming queen and been voted prom queen, too. Ugh. I don't know why everyone liked her so much. Sure, she was beautiful on the outside, but completely ugly on the inside. (If you ask me, anyway. I'm sure that there has to be someone out there who could stand being around her for more than a few minutes at a time.)
In the words of Tim Mahoney's "Theme Song," You're looking at yourself in the mirror, seems like that's all your about, you're acting like a bitch out of water, you still haven't figured it out. And what a waste of a pretty face, I can see right through you…
Yup, totally fits her…
Anyway, I was sitting there, staring at Rosalie. She was pretty much laughing her ass off, and smiling way too much for her own good. It was as I was glaring at her that I first noticed him. He was… gorgeous, to say the least. No one should be allowed to be that insanely beautiful.
The boy had really untidy bronze-colored hair. His insanely green eyes contrasted beautifully with his somewhat fair-toned skin. He was—to tell the absolute truth—breathtaking.
Isn't it amazing how you can find someone so attractive without even knowing their personality at all?
So there you go, the both of them together, both beautiful. Ergo, they made the perfect couple. Ugh.
Now if only I could get my boyfriend here to stop scamming on the mysterious beautiful boy's girlfriend, then the situation would be perfectly fine.
Oh my god! My boyfriend! Gorgeous, perfect, loving Emmett…! What was I thinking? I should not be having these thoughts at all. I mean, talk about hypocritical. Here I was, scolding him for looking at some other girl, when I was the one thinking about the guy sitting right across from her…! Wow. There is something seriously wrong with me lately. Because, honestly, I never was one for hypocrisy.
I don't know. Maybe it's just the thought of Emmett looking at some other girl. Because let me tell you, that was no ordinary look you give your friends. Oh no, that look that he had on his face was… lust. I could see it in his lingering stare.
It was as I was realizing this that I practically started hyperventilating.
"Bella?" I faintly heard my name being called, but I couldn't find any breath; I wouldn't be able to answer the voice even if I'd really wanted to. I was too focused on my other thoughts.
Oh my god. What's going on? Is Emmett actually rethinking our relationship??? No, he couldn't be… I mean, we've been together since ninth grade…
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It was pretty much love at first sight when we'd met, right at the beginning of freshman year at Forks High School. I'd just gotten dumped by my boyfriend of seven months—Mike Newton was the vile jerk's name—and Emmett had see me crying (Mike was kissing some girl—not too far from me—up against a locker and I'd burst out in tears immediately. Let me tell you, it sooooo wasn't pretty…).
"Are you okay?" he'd asked sincerely, sneaking up on me from behind and making me jump in fright. It was amazing how he towered over me, even then, with his height—although, back then, it was only a few inches, considering the fact that he hadn't had his HUGE growth spurt yet, but still…
I looked to where he was standing next to me and was all of a sudden even more at a loss for words than I already had been from seeing Mike and his whore.
"Uh… I… I, er…" I had to stop before I lost all my breath and ended up passing out. That'd be seriously bad. I'd have to be taken to the hospital or something, and Charlie would surely hear about it… I took a huge breath, and continued to stare at the cute guy who was now in front of me.
"Are you okay?" he asked again, but this time it was followed by a chuckle.
Oh my god. He was probably thinking I was retarded or something.
I shook out my head, and tried to regain my coherent thoughts. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine," I told him with a nod of my head.
"Are you sure?" he asked, still smiling.
I nodded once again, about the millionth time in the past minute. But as I did so, I noticed something escape my nose and trickle into my mouth. Oh, gross. My nose was running, due to all my crying. Great, just great.
"Yuck" is more like it.
"Are you sure you're sure?" he asked with yet another laugh, making me laugh with him, in turn. I was finally smiling, something I hadn't been doing much of in quite a while, ever since Mike and I were together.
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Mike and I had gotten together right around Valentine's Day of eighth grade. I had been hopelessly crushing on him for about a year. It was completely pathetic.
But then, Valentine's Day came. And I was completely ecstatic when I discovered that Mike was single for the time being. You see, our school has this thing that happens every year around V-Day. You're supposed to wear something red if you're taken, green if you're single and looking, or else yellow if you're single but not interested in a relationship at the time.
And, holy crow, when I noticed that Mike Newton was wearing green that day, let's just say that I pretty much stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. Mike Newton… single? Yikes. I decided to go in for the kill, before anyone else could get their greedy little hands on him. (I, of course, was also wearing green.)
I saw him from afar, his back turned to me, and prepared myself mentally before walking up to him. Breathe, just breathe, Bella.
But as I sauntered toward him and actually got right up next to him, he decided to turn around, bumping into me.
"Oh, sorry," he muttered, before realizing it was me, as he looked at me. "Oh, hey Bella."
"H-hey." I didn't exactly know what else to say…
"So, you're single, too?" Mike asked, a smile playing on his face. He must've noticed my green shirt I was embarrassingly wearing.
I blushed and frantically looked down at my shirt and back up at him. "Oh, y-yeah. Right. Single, I am," I smiled nervously, raising my eyebrows.
"Well that's cool, I guess," he said indifferently. "Same here, as you may have noticed," he said, mirroring my smile.
"Yeah…" I stood there, looking down, twiddling my thumbs, not really sure if I was supposed to leave first or if he was.
There was a moment of awkward silence before Mike spoke again.
"So, umm, I was wondering… As you've probably heard, Carrie broke up with me late last week, and so I was wondering… if you'd like to be my date for Valentine's tonight, maybe…?"
My head snapped up to him. "R-really? Me…?"
Mike laughed. "Yeah, you," he clarified, smiling.
"O-okay. Sure. I'd love to." I swear, I was practically smiling ear to ear.
"Great. So I'll pick you up tonight around six then, okay?" he said, as he started walking away from me. I didn't even need to ask how he knew where I lived; pretty much everybody in this tiny town knew where everyone else lived. It could get pretty annoying at times, actually.
"Great," I mumbled, dumbfounded, as I stared after him.
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But that was all before our whole relationship had gone to hell.
Mike and I had gone out for seven months before he "let me down easy." And it was right before freshmen year, too…
The jackass…
He said that he "needed time to think things through."
"Bella, I'm really sorry. I never meant to hurt you… It's just that… well-" he stopped to ruffle his hair a bit, sighing, and staring at the ground, "well, you see, we're starting high school in only a couple of days… I just really think I need to… 'expand my range,' I guess you could say..." Mike paused to look me in the eyes for the first time in about two minutes. "You understand, right?"
I glared at him for a few seconds before slapping clear across the face and practically speed-walking out of his house. I jumped into my truck and headed home, crying the entire time.
And that was… it. We were done, just like that. And I was left heartbroken.
That is, until Emmett came into my life.
And now, here I am, scamming on some other guy who I don't even know. What kind of girlfriend am I?!
Not a very good one, that's for sure.
And that's when I had an epiphany. What if… What if I did to Emmett what he was doing to me…?
I could do it, I could make him think that he was losing me.
And suddenly… I had a plan.
I would do this, I would make Emmett think that I was into someone else, someone we both barely even knew.
And I think I knew just who I could do that with.
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A/N: so, yeah, you all should totally listen to that song up there, "Theme Song," by Tim Mahoney. Haha, it makes me laugh. A lot, actually. Especially when I think of Rosalie. Hah, it IS her theme song, practically. lol
So anyways, how did ya'll like the first chapter…? Good? Bad? Well, just tell me, and… review review review!!! Yay! I lovereviews…! Please review? That'd be nice, I'd really love to know what you all think about this story, k? Thanks!
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