All these stories are popping out of my brain. I have way to much free time. Lol. Read and review.
Venom: (Rolls eyes) Like always. I have no originality.
Edward: (Shocked) Of course you do! You make great stories, and you're awesome! Don't doubt yourself.
Venom: (Looks at Edward with awe) You really mean that?
Edward holds Venom's hands, and stares in her eyes.
Edward: I do. I really do.
A noise breaks the two out of their trance, and they turn to see a grinning Jacob, and an annoyed Bella.
Jacob: (Grins) Did I miss something?
Bella: (Raises eyebrow) Yeah, I'm a little confused.
Edward and Venom scramble away from each other, and blush heavily.
Venom: Nothing happened. (Her eyes flash to Edward)
Edward: Yeah. Nothing happened. (He smiles at Venom)
Venom smiles shyly.
I didn't want to come here. I fought with my mother the entire time I was packing my things. I didn't want to return to that place. Because everything changed. I played with my zipper on my jacket, the cold weather made me fidgety. My mother regarded me with little attention, and continued to drive. She's bringing me to the airport, and she knows I hate planes.
"Cheer up. Its not going to be that bad there." My mom spoke quietly. I fought the urge to smack her silly.
"Yes it is. I hate the cold weather, I hate that the town is so small, and I hate that I have to start all over at school." I muttered, watching the airport signs pop up more frequently. We are almost at the airport.
"Stop being so negative. You'll enjoy the cool weather, I know you hate having the attention on you, so the small town is a bonus. And you can make new friends, being lonely isn't fun." Mom frowned at me, and pulled to the side of the street. I glared at the sign that said "Drop off/Pick up". We are at the airport.
"Mom," I got out the car, walking to the trunk to help mom get my suitcase out. She looked at me for a second, then continued to get my things.
"Please don't make me go there. Can't I stay here with you?" I sounded desperate, and I cringed at that.
"Honey. This is going to be good for you. Just watch." She paused, and hugged me softly. I hugged her back, trying to convey my body language to show her I didn't want to go. I really didn't want to go. But she pulled away, handed me my suitcase, and walked into the airport. I stood there, watching her retreating figure, and I reluctantly started to follow her.
When the wheels of the plane bounced on the ground, I jolted up. I peered out the window, and sighed when I saw we landed. I fell asleep the moment I got on the plane, and that was about 3 hours ago. I rubbed my eyes, and watched as people started to stand up. I waited, the people exiting the plane rather quickly. I stood up, grabbing my backpack, and hopped out of the aisle. I stood on my toes to grab my suitcase out of the compartment above my head, and I slammed my suitcase on the ground. I rolled it out, and started walking to the exit.
"Have a good day, maam." A flight attendant fake smiled at me.
"I doubt it." I muttered, and left the plane.
I saw him the when I got outside, and I felt my face lit up. He smiled at me, in a gruff, tired way, but I was used to it.
"Charlie." I hugged my father, its been years since I've saw him.
"How's it been, Kiddo?" He rubbed my head.
"Its been...good." I smiled, and let go of him. He grabbed my suitcase, and led me to his car. I groaned when I saw it.
"You had to come in the police cruiser? Now it looks like I'm getting arrested." I glared at him. He smiled wistfully, and unlocked the car.
"Now now. Get in. And didn't I tell you to call me dad? What daughter calls her father by his name?" He teased me.
"Wow, I called you that at least a couple seconds go. Is your brain acting slow, since you're growing so old now a days." I grinned at Charlie, and he let out a chuckle.
"Watch it, Kiddo." He mocked me, and got in the car. I did too, and we drove off.
Once we got home, I ran to my old room. I took in all the old details, the small bed, the old dresser, all of my childhood memories were here. These are the only things I miss. I jumped on my squeaky bed, and almost fell asleep there. But I got up, changed my clothes, and then got into bed. I let my eyes close, and I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up, sitting straight up, and listened to the night. Something woke me up from my sleep. I heard shouting, and immediately got out of bed. I jogged down stairs, and saw Charlie yelling at someone.
"I give you chances, Kid, but no more. If I find you walking around in the streets, drunk again, that's it! You are getting arrested for underage drinking. You're lucky I found you, and not somebody else. Your father is worried sick! And your mother is worse! Stop putting them through this shit, and get some help!" Charlie yelled at the man, his face beat red. The man looked bored, like he had that talk one to many times. I peeked at his face, and felt my own face go red. The man, well boy, was very handsome. More like a god, a Greek god. He had on a white t-shirt, tight around his muscled frame, and worn jeans. His face was beautiful, blank, but beautiful. Green eyes regarded my father with boredom, and the jewels glinting in the light. His wild, bronze hair looked like he just got out of bed. Or if a lover spent their time running their fingers through the thick, soft looking strains. My face heated up even more. I'm going to pass out from all the blood rushing to my head.
"Ok, Charlie. Call Carlisle and tell him that you got me." The boy smirked, and my father glared at him. Carlisle...why did that name sound familiar?
"Watch it, smart ass." Charlie growled, and walked to the house phone. Smart ass...wait, wait, I know who the boy is.
"Edward?!" I gasped, and stepped out of the shadows so he can see me. His bored eyes widened comically, and I almost giggled at his cute face.
"Bella? Is that you?" He asked, stepping closer to me. My father looked at me, and dropped the house phone. He grabbed my arm, and started to push me back upstairs.
"Bella, go to your room. Now." Charlie whispered quietly, and I fought against him.
"Let me talk to Edward, Charlie. What's the big deal?" I asked, turning to look at Edward. His lips were pulled down in a frown, and he looked angry.
"Bella, please. Do what I say." Charlie looked in my eyes. Then I heard a smash. I jumped, and Charlie let me go, and ran to Edward. Edward broke our T.V, with a bottle of whiskey that I didn't see in his hand.
"Calm down! Edward calm down!" My father shouted, restraining Edward. I watched, and then I finally understood. Edward was drunk. That's why he's acting so crazy, so irrational. A knock to the door forced me out of my thoughts, and I ran to answer it. Carlisle walked right passed me and grabbed Edward by the arm.
"Let's go." His voice tight with anger. Edward looked up at Carlisle, and nodded slowly. They walked out the door, but Edward turned around to look at me.
"Bye Bella!" He called out, his speech slightly slurred. I stood there, still shocked at what just happened, and then I closed the door.
"Dad. What happened to him?" My voice shook, and I watched Carlisle's car drive away. I remember Edward, a sweet little boy, from my when I was younger. From when I used to live here.
"He used to be such a good kid, Bella. I have no idea what happened." Charlie shook his head, his eyes filled with sadness. Edward, my childhood friend, is an underage drunk. What happened to him?
My beta didn't edit this, so I hope it isn't that bad. Lol. Review please!