Bella's Favorite Tunes: Chapter 1
"'Cause this is thrillerrrrrrrrrrr, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it's thrillerrrrrrrrrr, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller toniiiiiggghhhhtttt", I screeched at the top of my lungs.
God, I love that song. How can you not, it's Michael Jackson. I was in my room waiting for Edward to come back from a much needed hunting trip. He didn't want to leave me at first, and I have to admit, neither did I. But after seeing venom drip from his mouth when he looked at me yesterday, I had a little change of heart.
Don't get me wrong, I never liked being away from him. But I have learned from past experiences that hungry Edward= grouchy Edward, grouchy Edward=grouchy Bella, and grouchy Bella= raising hell on earth.
Charlie was gone for an entire week on a fishing trip. He had missed the last two weekends because of me being grounded and he wanted to make sure I didn't get into any trouble, so Billy suggested a week-long trip to make up for it.
So, here I was, alone in my car, driving lord knows where, and blasting thriller from my speakers. I felt selfish at first for even allowing Edward to install a brand new stereo system into my truck, decked out with every Apple device you can imagine. But hey, a girl can get spoiled every once in a while, right? So, why not take full advantage of my new iPod as well, also a gift from Edward. Well, technically it was from Rosalie, as an apology for being, and I quote, "a total blonde bimbo bitch." Of course I pretended like I had no idea what she was talking about. I mean, what am I going to say? "Yeah, you were. And no, I still hate you." I have more manners than that. But she was becoming a lot nicer lately, and I could see us becoming friends in the future. Maybe not as close as Alice and I, but definitely closer than we were now.
"You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination, girl!
But all the while you hear the creature creeping up behind
You're out of time"
I continued singing Thriller at the top of my lungs, when I heard a very loud screeching noise and a very big bump. Hmmm…I don't remember that part of the song, I thought. Just as that thought terminated, I realized that my truck was no longer moving. Awwwww, shit. Why does this crap always happen to me? So, I tried restarting and pulling over, but to no avail. I normally wouldn't get so frustrated, but the fact that it was raining so hard that I couldn't see two inches in front of me kind of made me a little touchy. Only one option left. Damn, I know this is going to happen so why don't I ever keep extra clothes in here.
So I got out of my truck and commenced my attempt to push my truck to the side of the road. To keep myself motivated and distracted from the strain of pushing a gigantic piece of useless metal, I proceeded my own cover of Thriller, although it sounded even worse now that the actual music was off.
"Night creatures calling, the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your liiiiiiiife"
OK, now I was freaking myself out. Even though Thriller was my favorite song in the history of music, it never failed to creep me out.
All thought processes were gone when I felt something brush up against my arm. Uuuugghh, you're just crazy. Stop freaking yourself out, there's nothing there. I felt it again. What the fuck? I know I felt it that time.
I screamed and whacked it with all my might when it touched my shoulder. Owwwwww… "Son of a BITCH!" All of sudden it felt like I had punched a steel train.
"Bella!!! Oh my god, are you okay?", but I couldn't make out the voice because of: one-the pain, and two- the rain.
"What? Who is that?", I asked, terror and pain clearly ringing in every syllable.
Then, I found myself in the safety of my truck In rapid speed, with my eyes closed, clutching my hand.
"Bella, sweetheart, let me see your hand."
I slowly opened my eyes to find my angel sitting next to me, with horrified worry spread across his beautiful features. "Oh, Edward, it's you." I threw myself into his arms, not caring that we were both soaking wet.
"What do you mean 'it's me'? Who did you think it was?", he asked in his silky velvet voice.
"I don't know, I was just trying to move my truck and I couldn't see and then I felt something brush my arm and then I just..i don't know I just freaked out and then-" but I was cut off by a short, sweet kiss on my lips. After the ten most glorious seconds of my life, he let me go to explain.
"Bella, that was just me. I was trying to help you with it. I was on my way down the road when I saw your truck sticking out in the rain- without anyone in it. Then I realized you were trying to move it- which, by the way, I am very upset with you for risking pneumonia instead of calling me. Not to mention the risk of a hernia, and, knowing you, you could have seriously broken a rib or other major body part. What were you thinking?", his worried tone transformed into a slight anger which then turned into sympathy when he saw the relief wash across my face.
"Bella, let's get you home, OK? I need to fix your hand. I'm very proud of you, you know. You throw a mean right hook.", he laughed as he said this. "Not to mention have you change, your clothes are completely drenched. You know, in all my years of being In Forks, I have never seen it rain this hard." His expression was now thoughtful, as if trying to find a day that contradicted this statement.
"OK, you'll stay right?", I asked, the hope in my voice unmistakable.
"Umm..Bella, I don't know about that. When it's this rainy, I don't want you to be too cold-"
"I won't be!", I cut him off. If he thought he was staying anywhere else, he was severely delusional.
After a heavy sigh, he finally responded, "Ok, fine. You know I didn't have a fighting chance against that pout of yours anyway", he smiled his signature smile, my smile.
As we were laying in my bed that night, I started thinking about what happened . This brought on a fit of giggles which soon became the reason for Edward's confused 'are you crazy or are you high' look I knew all too well. I told him it was nothing, that I just felt like laughing.
It was about ten minutes later, and I was on my way to dreamland, when Edward decided he needed to tell me something.
"Oh, and Bella?", he asked in his all too sexy voice.
"Yeah, babe?", I responded. At first we steered clear of the whole 'sweetie, baby, etc.' but about a year ago he called me sweetheart for the first time (that wasn't in a near death situation) and I decided that I loved it when he called me things like that. I don't know why, but it just made me feel like I was his, which I was. And he was mine.
"Do you think I'll be able to hear another rendition of Thriller from you?", he asked, a smile clearly evident in his voice.
My response was hiding my face in his chest and feeling the blush on my cheeks burn at an impossible new level.
A/N: So whatya think? Good? Bad? Should be burned? Tell me your thoughts and any suggestions for an actual plot are welcome.