Dear Readers,
I haven't been on this site in some time, and I am VERY excited to be back! I am happy to tell you all this is one story that I WILL finish. This story should be no more than 5 Chapters. I was going to write a One Shot deal, but I honestly want to put this out there for everyone to see.
This is placed during Eclipse before they've become aware of any new born army.
I do not own ANY characters, I do not own ANY ideas (not really, nothing is original nowadays) and I DO NOT OWN anything in quotes regarding Midsummer Night's Dream.
Please note that this is rated M/MA because there will be sexual situations, sexual language, and perhaps even some adult language. Please be open to this idea that is playing in my head.
Enjoy Chapter One.
Chapter One: Lysander's Mistake
My body trembled, shaking with a violence I didn't understand. I felt embarrassed of my body, even a little shaken over the fact that I had just had those thoughts. I sighed and finally gave up looking at my reflection; hoping to see a sign of a fever having triggered such dreams. I began to dress for school, allowing myself as many human moments as possible before I saw him. I put on my dark blue blouse and dark wash jeans, sneakers, and put my parka on over top of the ensemble. It would have to do. And when I say it would have to do, really I mean that I would have to do. My brown eyes winced at the pain that the bright sun brought as soon as I opened the door to our small home.
"Great," I grumbled as I walked to my truck. A day at school I could handle, a day at school without Edward, I wasn't too sure. Jumping into the truck and bringing it to life with a loud roar of the engine did little to calm my nerves, but a sudden anxiety washed away slowly as I had realized that Edward would not be there to see my anxious reactions to his touches, my scarlet blushes as the previous night's dream crept into my mind.
Pulling into the curiously dry parking lot of Forks High School took little to no effort, I was late, and there were a handful of parking spots left at the back of the lot. I sighed, yet again, and slung my bag across my shoulder, hurrying to my first class. When I walked in to English nobody really looked at me, typical Bella, coming in late when the Cullen's weren't here. To be honest, I did this on purpose half the time, but today I just hadn't realized that the sun was out and that I wouldn't have an abnormally fast driver to take me to school; instead I had bad timing and an ancient truck that brought me.
"Miss Swan, Scene VI please," Mr. Berdy said with a sigh.
I walked to my seat, and got out my copy of Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream. I sighed, knowing this play already and I actually did the homework assigned- I didn't need a 'refresher' like everyone else seemed to need before discussing. My eyes scanned over a passage in Act 2 Scene 2.
Lysander [waking]:
And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake!
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
My sigh was loud and exasperating to Mr. Berdy. He peered over my shoulder and read over what I was absentmindedly underlining with my pencil.
"Very interesting passage, Miss. Swan," he commented as he walked to Jessica Stanley next. I bit down on my lip suppressing yet another sigh. Oh Helena, how dumb could you be. I found myself bitter over Hermina. She had not only Demetrius, but Lysander, and poor Helena had nobody. The only way someone would love Helena is if they had put a love spell on them, which obviously has happened.
I meander through the day with little to no thought about where I was going. Muscle memory. Sometimes muscle memory got me into trouble, though, Jessica had me nodding to a story that I was supposed to be listening to, but I wasn't.
"So he's done that with you?!" Jess whispered.
"Huh?" I blurted, taking my hand away from my face and my gaze zeroed in on Jessica's shocked features. Angela sat beside her, stone faced surprised.
"He's gone down on you?" Jess asked, a blush creeping up on her face.
"What?! NO!" I shouted. A blush of scarlet started coloring my face and chest.
"Shh!" Angela hissed, looking over to Jessica expecting some type of juicy news.
"Oh, well… Mike did, last night." Jessica began giggling and started to dish the details of how this sexual encounter even occurred. I sighed inwardly; of course it was something I could only listen to Angela and Jessica talk about. I'd never be part of these girl talks as more than just a listener, never one to contribute input.
"And then after he told me not to tell anyone about us hooking up even though we're not together, but honestly, I had to tell you guys." Jessica whispered and a huge smile on her face, Angela looked jealous.
"I wish Ben would try more than just making out and ya know," Angela rolled her eyes to try and convey the meaning of just touching each other. I smiled and shrugged and then all eyes were on me. I knew this was coming, once Jessica mapped out new territory in the sexual exploration it wasn't long until everyone else talked about their newest adventure.
"Well? Tell us Bella, has old Edward tried anything?" Jessica said, she always called him " Old Edward" because they knew Edward wasn't into anything, he barely kissed me.
"No," I grumbled, ducking my head into my tray as everyone else came to sit down at our lunch table, and I was grateful for the sudden disbursement of attention. Jessica was talking to Lauren, Angela was talking to Ben and good old Mike-go-down-on-Jess Newton was seated next to me, talking about English.
"I mean, can Hermina get enough attention, am I right?" Mike gnawed on a stalk of celery as he attempted to discuss Midsummer Night's Dream with me, but to no avail, he didn't have much of a clue.
"She isn't asking for all of the attention," I mumble quietly. I understand Hermina for the most part, sympathize. I have Jacob and I have Edward; I love both of them, but only one of them enough. Edward asked me to marry him, and I can't deny that I want to be with him forever, but I want to love Jacob because… I just did.
It made sense. I love Edward, Edward loves me. Jake loves me, and my father prefers I love Jake more than Edward. I sighed inwardly; I am living Midsummer Night's Dream. I wandered through the rest of my day on fumes and the hopes of seeing Edward as soon as I got home. He'd appear on the door step, just like any other day, and he'd walk into the kitchen and watch me do my homework at human speed. How he had so much patience was beyond me. I still am not patient enough to endure a day of school without him or Alice. Alice and Edward were my saving graces, and I don't think I'll be able to keep going through high school without them over and over again.
Driving home was also muscle memory, I barely registered the fact that Jake had been running near my truck for a half mile. I pulled over near a heavy wooded area waited for Jake to phase back, but he didn't. He stayed in his russet wolf form several yards off.
"Is there something you need, Jake?" I asked, he looked at me with his wolf eyes, his deep, intelligent wolf eyes. Nothing came out of Jakes muzzle. "I can't help if you don't tell me," I grumbled and kicked up some mud from the ground. He started to cry like a dog does, and paw at the ground. I sighed and looked down to see a small square of paper and it had a muddy paw print. I walked forward, and Jake backed off slowly so I could retrieve the paper.
'Come to LaPush…. When you can.
Jake'
I sighed and folded the paper in half and stuck it in the pocket of my parka. "I wish it was that easy, Jake. I miss you, but you have made your feelings more than clear." I blinked away the tears pooling in my eyes and it slid down my cheek. The russet wolf hung his head, and a howl whistled through the wind. Jake's head shot up and he cocked his head, turning toward the dark patch in the woods, I nodded my head. "See ya," I said quietly as he trotted off.
I walked back to my truck and started the engine as it squealed in protest and I began to continue my route to my small house. I parked in my usual spot, spying the shiny Volvo waiting for me, which was unusual. I suppose I was more than 15 minutes late because of Jake.
"What's wrong, where have you been?" Edward asked opening my truck door for me. I jumped.
"Nothing, nothing" I lied. "I just…" My hand touched the muddy square of paper in my pocket, and Edward's ocher eyes zeroed in on my hand.
"I smell it, it smells like them." Edward noted. I cast my eyes downward and pulled it out of my pocket, muddy paw side up. "No, it looks personal. I don't want to invade your privacy Bella." Edward said as he walked to the door and opened it using the extra key. "So, how was your day?" Edward's tone was surprisingly light as we walked into the kitchen.
"Well, boring. How about yours? What did you do?" I asked as I unloaded my Trig book and Spanish book on the counter.
"I played the piano, went hunting with Alice," Edward said absentmindedly, he had a smirk on his face about something.
