Hey, guys!! This is my very first FanFic so I hope you like it. I've not been much of a writer except for my diary, so I would appreciate many constructive criticism I'm sure you're all itching to write!! I know it's a lot of reading, but please... I really want to get better!! My chapters will get longer as story progresses. Hopefully. Heehee...
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The Juice Bar Reunion
Chapter One BPOV (Bella)
The first semester of my senior year of high school had finally come to an end, which meant one thing: winter break with my best friend Alice in sunny Arizona. When I left Arizona to live in rainy Washington because of my parents' jobs, I thought I would just die from the deprivation of sunshine and all the friendships that had become so important to me. Take Alice, for example.
She had been my best friend since third grade, when I moved from San Diego. That's why although I moved to a place that was fourteen hundred miles away in the middle of my freshman year, we made it an annual tradition for me to visit her during winter break, and for her to visit me during summer break. It suited us both perfectly, due to Arizona's excruciating heat in summer and Oregon's endless rain in the winter.
This year, though, was different. I just had my 18th birthday in November, and I was officially an adult, finally achieving much-awaited freedom. Well, in most other households I would have been given that sweet gift of freedom, at least.
Here's the thing about my parents: my parents are WAY overprotective. My dad, Charlie, is a cop who's seen too many teens break the law without "adequate adult supervision" to let his newly adult teenage daughter visit her friend's house fourteen hundred miles away. My mom, Renee, is a shrink and helps "troubled teens." That's to say, troubled teens with parents who had enough money to send them to therapy for three hundred bucks an hour. As a result of everyday spent with messed up kids, they tended to think it was only a matter of time before I slipped and got either pregnant or arrested, and I was generally smothered by their over protectiveness.
That winter was not an exception. My parents and my older brother, Emmet, had decided to come along with me on my winter break, making it a family vacation.
Having my family tag along also meant that I had to do all the family activities I absolutely detested, like bicycling. Of course, that was exactly what we did the first day of my usually wonderful winter break. I had always had balance problems, and bicycling was definitely not one of my favorite leisure activities. However, something happened on that ride that changed the meaning of bicycling.
It was seventy degrees, despite it being only a few days before Christmas, and my family and I stopped at a local juice bar for a cool smoothie. There, behind the counter was my first and only crush, my Prince Charming, my everything, Edward, in all his emerald-eyed glory, staring at me as if I had grown another head.
He was Alice's older brother by four years, so I hadn't seen much of him especially since he moved on to college. So he was the last person I had expected to see after moving to Oregon, partly because of my reasonable belief that he was an angel sent from above, and there was no way he would even bother to remember me. After all, he had been the most popular senior, and I was only a freshman with braces, glasses, and frizzy hair that made my head look about three times its normal size.
We just stood there, with me wondering if he had recognized me after all. I guessed that he had from the way he was staring at me.
"Ma… May I take your order?" he stuttered behind the counter.
Of course he didn't remember me. I was just a plain Jane. Well, not really. My name is Isabella, Bella. Or Bells, as my parents and close friends like to call me. I didn't particularly like my name. It sounds so old-fashioned. I heard Edward complain about his name too, but his just made him sound more like a prince.
Before I could say anything, Emmett got up and started screaming like a girl. Of course. It all came flooding back to my memory now. In my surprise at seeing him again, I had forgotten that Edward and Emmett were best friends since the day they met. Although they always pulled pranks on me claiming I was the world most annoying little sister, and I spent most of my time hiding in the safety of my room while they played games in Emmett's room, I knew from the moment I entered fifth grade I was in love with Edward. As the years went by, however, the age difference of three years seemed to only grow. It was apparent Edward did not think of me in the same way I thought of him. I knew it, of course. That did not stop me from thinking about him. He was the sole reason I was yet to receive my first kiss, my first date, my first everything.
When I saw him with his first girlfriend, Tanya, it just about killed me. She was beautiful. Perfect for him. But she was not me. I thought if I waited for him long enough, he would realize how perfect we were for each other, you know, like in those movies. That never happened between us. When my parents announced that we were to move to Portland, I freaked out. I was still waiting for his to have his epiphany.
"Oh my GOD! You're LITTLE BELLY BELLA?!" the outburst snapped me from my thoughts. I hated that nickname. Little Belly Bella sounded like a name for little four-year olds, not a grown woman of eighteen, not to mentioned Edward practically yelled it out loud in the crowded juice bar. All heads snapped in my direction. I, being my usual hate-attention self, blushed a deep shade of red I was infamous for.
"Haha! It is little Belly Bella! I almost didn't recognize you if it hadn't been for that huge brother of yours," Edward chuckled at me when he saw my unmistakable blush.
Wow I thought he's actually paying attention to me! Maybe being called Little Belly Bella wasn't so bad after all. Of course, as soon as I thought that something happened that made me want to crawl into a hole and die.
"Wait. Little Belly Bella? You never told me that," I heard Alice say, trying to smother her laughter. Shoot! How could I have forgotten that Alice would be there waiting for me? This was not going well. She was Edward's little sister. I did not need my best friend to remind me of his HORRIBLE nickname for me for the rest of my life.
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