A/N: I do not own. No comment- please speak to my agent. I'm not at liberty to say anything at the moment. Blah, blah, blah. Whatever.
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Love. Attraction. Desire. All have been 'explained' by science. It's all nothing more than physical attraction and hormones. Supposedly, when you find the one for you, you fit together. Physically that is. People always tell you how good you look together, that they're surprised you weren't together from the beginning.
I never got that.
From the very beginning no one thought that I of all people would end up with him. It just didn't compute that "Funny (not in a nice way) Sunny" could land a guy- let alone someone as amazing as he was. And it all started with a pair of old shoes.
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Moving to Forks was not the easiest thing I ever did. I mean, it wasn't the hardest- but it wasn't as easy as telling Pamela Anderson's tits were fake. I hadn't had any good friends, the sun hadn't agreed with me and I was a firm believer that there were ghosts in my old house. So moving wasn't hard.
School was.
I'll say it now, and I'll say it again- I'm not good with people. Not because I'm antisocial or anything, I'm just too much of a goof ball for anyone to take me seriously. Which would suck I guess….If I wasn't having such a good time! In my 16 years of life, I had outgrown stupidity. The whole "I'm too cool, why anyone else can't be like me I don't understand" attitude sucked balls, and I had found going with the flow made things so much easier. Thus my 'retarded' behavior. That's all beside the point. The point is that I need new shoes and it's raining. And the school should invest in mops.
On my first day of school (halfway through the semester- yay me.) I probably looked like a loony bird. My massive, frizzy brown hair was jammed under a rainbow cap (though it didn't help much), my huge, red thick rimmed glasses were perched on the end of my nose (they made my green eyes look owlish…yeah...) and I was wearing a neon pink jumper. I thought it was comfortable. Everyone else gave me a wide berth and didn't even bother to whisper about me. Looks were enough. I however did not care- the looks on their faces had me snickering all the way to the front office. Or I would have been if I hadn't slipped on the tiles by the front door and skidded about 10 feet before being knocked over by an open locker.
I like to read, not so much that I always have my head stuck in a book but enough that I know a good cliché when I hear one. For instance, in my case the heroine would grumble and curse about her misfortune, new school, horrible life, etc. etc. I think it can be established that this is not a normal story, and I am most certainly not normal. When my head came in contact with said piece of metal, all I could think of was that if I was in a cartoon pretty blue birds would be twittering above my head.
And I burst into hysterical laughter.
Another thing you should know; when I laugh I snort. Like a pig, it's really not attractive AT ALL. I also find it hilarious, and thus start laughing harder and the cycle continues until someone poops my party. In this case, some bronze- haired boy got up in my face and started looking deeply into my eyes. He was gorgeous with weird yellow eyes (never been one for creative descriptions) and he was just freaking staring at me! At first I thought it was some beautiful moment where I look into the eyes of my one true love, and BAM! We connect and have 2.5 kids, a two story house (picket fence and all) and live to age 110 while still having mind blowing orgies.
I was viciously knocked out of my daydream when said future husband poked me in the forehead.
By then, the curiosity about killed me, so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"Lover, what the hell are you doing?" Almost as if he knew what I was going to say he replied stoically.
"I'm trying to see if you have a concussion." I blinked up at him, ignoring the gentle prodding of my forehead.
"Oh…can you read minds?" He gave me an odd look.
"…No. Your head is concussion free." Now it was MY turn to give HIM and odd look.
"Don't you mean 'my head is okay'" A smirk tried to make its way onto his face, but he fought it off like a true Jedi.
"You are most certainly not okay in the head." Then he turned away after helping me up, and walked over to a pretty brunette waiting on the sidelines for him. I didn't miss the loving look shared between the two and just like that- my fantasy was flushed down the toilet like a recovering drug addict's stash. Surprisingly, the loss of my 'prince charming' didn't bother me at all. Then again, I had only been in love for three seconds… After I had recovered from my 'heart break', I decided a schedule was in order. It's not like I could go to random classrooms like a wandering duck and ask "are you my teacher" over and over…or I could… that would be freakin' hilarious. As my fantasy of annoying the crap out of my teachers buzzed through my mind I made my way to the front office, already dreading facing the fire breathing bitch behind said doors. As a master of clichés, I fully expected some old crone to inhabit the desk and have some snappy conversation handed to me- just to make me seem sarcastic and cool. What happened next, I don't even think YOU were expecting.
Instead of some old stereotype, I was confronted with a pixie of human proportions. Yet another beautiful person was sitting behind the desk, only this time it had boobs. Tiny boobs, but boobs none the less. She was thin and lithe looking, with spiky black hair and the same yellow eyes as the boy in the hallway. And she had a very concentrated look on her face while she muttered to herself and waved her hands about as if to make a point to some invisible foe.
It kind of made me want to pull out a sword and fight her.
As soon as the thought crossed my mind, her face got this odd blank look before she snapped up and grinned at me.
"Oh, you must be the new girl! Yay, I've been waiting for you forever!" then she danced over to me and pulled me towards the desk where she began to rifle through some papers, apparently looking for my schedule.
"Aren't you a little young to be a receptionist?" She paused for a second, glancing up at me before continuing her search.
"Oh no, I'm not the receptionist- I'm the office's student assistant! But you can call me Alice!" She exclaimed while handing me my rumpled schedule. "I'll be seeing you later Sunny!" Then she shoved me out the office doors and into a brick wall. Well not directly into a brick wall. I slipped on another damn puddle and THEN I went head first into a brick wall. Because I fail at life, my book bag ended up smacking me in the face when I hit the ground.
This time I really did see birds.
Once the sparrows (not bluebirds surprisingly) cleared my vision I found myself facing my crappy XMA* backpack. Not for very long mind you. It was extracted off my face by yet another beautiful person. Only this one had some pretty nice man boobs and blond hair.
"Y'all right miss?" mister blond man said, holding my backpack up. I was immediately reminded of a cowboy in those old western movies, and I found myself (yet again) laughing hysterically on the floor. The blond scowled at me before looking up at the guilty pixie behind me.
"Alice, what's wrong with her?" Alice smiled at him, glowing in the blonde's presence.
"Nothing Jasper! She's just a big 'teddy bear'!" The smile on her face seemed to take on a mischievous look. Jasper's eyes widened in recognition and disbelief.
"Really- her? Are you sure Alice?" Alice gave him 'the look'.
"Of course I'm sure! She just…needs some work." Jasper looked down at my now still form, now staring at me oddly.
"I am alive you know. I can hear you….Do you think you could help me up? The floor is cold, and I think I'm sitting in a puddle." I was helped up immediately by a very cold hand.
"Man, your hands are colder then my dad's! And he's a doctor!" Jasper just shrugged at me.
"I get that a lot. It's just how my family is- genetics you know?" Mirth flooded me.
"So you're cold because of your genes?" I had a hard time holding back my snickers.
"Yeah…" He was looking at me oddly.
"Then go buy some new ones!" And I broke into giggles, ignoring the silent eye communication going on between the two love birds. Once I had calmed myself down (strangely quickly) I patted Jasper on the shoulder before heading to my first class- Algebra II. Whoever decided Math was a good idea at seven in the morning should have their hair shaved with a manual grass cutter. My gripping aside, Math was easy (way better then geometry- who the hell wants to learn about finding the slant height of a triangle anyways?), English (my worst subject) was okay though I wasn't looking forward to reading 'Romeo and Juliet' (Shakespeare is overrated), and the rest of my classes were actually amusing (a girl in my science class stuck a magnet up her nose because she thought there was metal in her brain**).
Lunch was an interesting experience to say the least. I've never felt a need to watch my weight (I work out four days a week), and as such my usual thoughts revolve around what I'm going to eat next. Lunch is my favorite time of day (and Anatomy- I love cutting shit up.). When I walked into the crowded room, I noticed that most of the people (girls especially) were crowded around a tiny little salad bar fighting over tomatoes. But the real lunch line….that was a thing of beauty.
I spent $25 on cafeteria food; chili cheese fries, burgers, pizza, chicken, and Dr. Pepper. It was a feast of epic proportions. By the time I had finished my attack on lunch food I was certain of two things. Firstly, the kind, old lunch lady wanted to adopt me after she saw how much I ate- and I quote "sweet baby Jesus child! You eat more than most of the lads here! Bless you!" It was adorable- though she didn't really have an Irish accent, I just thought that would make her more endearing. Secondly, the entire female population hated me or assumed I was a cow (the jumpsuit didn't help much with that assumption). That or there really were no more places to sit, but I seriously doubt that.
So I sat on the floor in the middle of the cafeteria, and began to eat. Mind you, I got some odd looks but I didn't mind. Food is food, whether it's on a table or the floor. I had just finished my third Dr. Pepper, when I felt a cold tap on my shoulder. Chili cheese fry remnants on my face, I turned in my seated position to face another pretty person. I found myself faced with a being out of an old romance novel (doe eyes, soft hair- the works). And those damn yellow eyes were in my face again. I couldn't resist the temptation.
"Can I help you, my fair lady?" She pulled a look before plopping down next to me.
"Why are you sitting on the floor?" I blinked owlishly at her.
"Why are YOU sitting on the floor?" She ignored my question, waiting for me to answer. I sighed, deciding "eh what the hell?"
"I'm sitting here because no one else wants me. Do I have bad breath?" she cocked an eyebrow at me.
"Yes. But that's beside the point. You're sitting with me. Right now." Then she yanked me unceremoniously to me feet and started dragging me towards 'her' table.
"Hey! What about my foo-"Alice interrupted me, popping up next to me trays in hand.
"I've got your food! How is it possible for someone to eat so much?" I snickered.
"I'm a werewolf. You didn't know?" Both of the girls stopped, an odd look on their face before classic girl continued to drag me.
That was the first time I saw him.
He was sitting next to a beautiful blonde girl (woman…thing…), his amazingly muscular arms wrapped around her shoulders while leaning back casually in the plastic chairs all cafeterias had. He was tall (the chair barely seemed to hold his weight) and had beautiful brown dark hair and golden eyes. To me he seemed to glow, like a beacon in a dark night. He was so happy looking that it made him shine like the stars in the sky. He was my star, my moon, my sun, my heaven…and my hell. All in one muscular package.
And he loved the woman he was next to. I felt as if my life really was going to end this time. And it wasn't the three second love I'd had with the bronze haired boy.
I was knocked out of my revelry by a brown haired nymph.
"Sunny I want you to meet my family! You already know Jasper Hale…" The Texan nodded. "The one dragging you is Bella" She grinned at me. "Bella's boyfriend is (the bronze haired one) Edward Cullen." He smirked at me, as if he knew him poking me in the forehead was playing through my head. "The blonde is Jasper's twin, Rosalie." She glared- it was actually a little scary. "And the big one is Emmett Cullen" He grinned hugely at me, and I found myself grinning right along with him. Never had I loved a name so much. Alice shoved me into a chair….
Right next to Rosalie Hale.
I briefly considered killing her- but thought against it quickly. I'd get blood in my hair and it was fuzzy enough as is. So I just settled in and started chowing-down on my second slice of pizza, ignoring the evil glare Rosalie was giving me. I paused when I heard Emmett snicker.
"What's so funny Gigantor? " He continued laughing.
"How can you eat so much?" I started snickering.
"I don't know. Maybe I have a hollow leg?" Then I knocked on my shin in a joking manner, fully expecting the sound of smacked flesh.
I pulled back when I heard a hollow knock and stared at my leg in shock.
"Holy shit I have a hollow leg." Then my laughter began again, and I was followed by Emmett's booming laugh.
Like I said, Lunch is my favorite class.
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* XMA stands for 'Extreme Martial Arts' which is a form of Taekwondo that I do. It incorporates traditional martial arts, freestyle, and acrobatics. It's extremely intense and a LOT of fun. You can totally check out clips on YouTube.
** A girl in my Biology actually did this. It's one of the reasons I'm homeschooled- most of the people at my school were so STUPID I couldn't stand it.
Please review and tell me if you like it! I'm trying to create an ORIGINAL character; going against every utterly horrid cliché has to offer. Your opinion counts! Tell me if my idea is 'original' or if I'm just some poor shmoe trying for greatness. To be truthful, I like my character- and all of the characters in Twilight (except the Volturi- though they are cool on occasion) so I refuse to kill a character for my own creative license. So Rosalie lives and Emmett and her still love each other. I'll just be creative and work around it.