A/N: Okay, new story. Not what I promised because I totally forgot what it was. I wrote down what my idea was on a Post-It, and I lost it! I'm pretty upset. Anyway, I have NO IDEA what this is going to be about. I put my iTunes on random, and have now decided that I will write a song from the first song that plays that I can actually invision myself writing a story about. The first song is... Stella by All Time Low? Mmm, I don't think so. Next: Cross My Heart by Marianas Trench. No. Third Song... Aha! As Lovers Go by Dashboard Confessional. Here we go... Enjoy the randomness! Oh, and just so you guys know, my computer is being a fagtard, so I can't put that gray bar thingy in, otherwise it doesn't make the paragraphs right. Sorry!
I looked around the little café thinking This is so not my scene. I sighed, blowing my lingering hair out of my face.
Since my mom, Reneé, had decided to go and get married to her boyfriend that she had for all of three months, I did not want to be around her, I moved in with my dad. Honestly, I didn't even get along with my mom that well. She was very, very childish. She was always starting something, and never finishing it.
In fact, that happened with me. She met my dad, and they drove to Vegas after two weeks of dating... Actually, it was more like making out in the back of my dad's old Caddy. They went on a 'honeymoon.' Trust me, gambling, getting drunk, and having sex in a cheap motel is not what most people would invision as a romantic lover's getaway. That's where I was concieved.
My mom found out a month later, that she was pregnet. They were young, just out of high school. And she decided she didn't love my dad anymore. Reneé told my dad she was pregnet and that she was moving to New York City in five minutes. She didn't leave any room for arguement, and she was gone in three days.
So, as I was saying, I hated my mom for that. I only got to see my father, Charlie, durning the summers, and that didn't start until I was thirteen and insisted on seeing him at least once. So I stayed there that summer. My dad and I became very close; I could talk to him about anything, even boys. I think of him as my best friend, because that's what he is.
Shall we return to the present day?
I was now in Forks, sipping my chai latté, taking in the green, the people, the everything. I was from NYC and I had never really seen this. By no means was I a party girl, but I was a city girl. I just loved the lights, the consitent motion and movement of everything. I loved the vintage stores that lined the streets. Our mall was spectacular. I never really had just one clothing style; I would dress in almost anything but skimpy or sleezy clothes. And high heels, the thought sent a wave of panic through me. I tried dancing in them one time at a wedding, only to end up running into the hottest boy there, both of us being covered in cake and red wine.
But something about this quiant little town, I instintly fell in love with the first time I came here; maybe it was the change in scenery. Or maybe it was the fact that it was just so... serne. I have no idea, but I loved it. However, I don't think I fit in very much here. With my black, off-the shoulder button-up blouse, light gray skinny jeans, black ballet flats with a fake flower at the toes, and a Fedora hat, the same color as my jeans with a black band I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I hopped in my ol' rusty red truck, you know, the kind the farmer's used to use back in the day that can go through a three car pile up, being stuck in the middle, and the two other cars are the only one's totaled. I need that, with my clumsiness and such, and headed off to school.
When I reached the school, I went to the main office, picking up my schedule and getting a few wierd looks along the way.
I made it to my first class with a few minutes left; the school wasn't very big and the map was helpful. I pulled out my notebook and the napkin I had been writing on durning my stop at the coffee shop.
"Where can I turn? 'Cause I need something more
Surrounded by uncertianty, I'm so unsure
Tell me why I feel so alone
'Cause I need to know to whom do I owe
Explain to me this conspiracy against me
And tell me how I've lost my power."
I looked at it, and then erased it. That wasn't the right spot in the song for it. I wrote down another verse, the last two lines of those six, then the part I wrote at the café, a bridge, reapeated the two lines again -which had basically become the chorus- and threw in a few other words here and there. I reread it, and finally being statisfied, I shut my notebook.
I leaned over to shove it in my bag, but then I heard a voice from behind me. "Hey, I wasn't done reading that," a male voice spoke.
I whipped my head around to see a cute boy straining his neck and on his knees in his desk to get a better look; he was very buff with dark curly hair that was cut short. He was tall, even sitting down, I guessed about 6'5" when he stood up and had humorous brown eyes with obvious specks of green and blue.
I smiled, "Well, I don't think you should have been reading that in the first place," I countered. I wasn't being rude, I was teasing. I could tell this guy was friendly, even though his build was frightening.
He shrugged, "I'm nosy, what can I say? Are you gonna let me read it or what?"
I laughed and handed over the notebook. He said a quick thanks and read the rest of it. To be honest, I was kind of nervous. I had never really let someone read one of my songs before.
After about three minutes, he gave me it back, "That's pretty good, squirt. You're even challenging my brother."
"Who's challenging me?" A smooth-as-chocolate voice said from beside me. I looked over, seeing a boy even better looking as the one who read my song. He had hair that was in a messy, penny-colored disarray and piercing emerald green eyes. He was probably around 6'1" or 6'2". He wasn't as muscular as his supposed brother, but his were prominet under his tight-fitting white V-neck that he had put a black pin-stripped vest over.
Chapter 1. Bella's Point Of View
I waved my hand faintly, signaling it was me,
He looked at me thoughtfully, a few different emotions filled his eyes, but wonder was the one that stuck out the most. "Hmm, you're new here." It wasn't a question, but rather a statement.
I smiled, "Sure am, Captain Obvious."
The boy behind me laughed, which I was very surprised no one had turned to look. They must be used to him.
The other boy smiled at me, "Oh, I see we have a new girl who is not only beautiful and apparently talented, but is also sarcastic."
I laughed to cover up my shock. Wow, he actually said I was beautiful. I nodded, "I suppose, who am I to correct your assumptions about me. I'm Bella Swan-"
"Whoa, whoa, hold on there. The Bella Swan? Like the chief's daughter? The one with the hot, crazy ass mom?" the boy behind me asked.
I laughed, yet again, "Well, yeah. But I'm not anything like my mother. She a lot prettier than me, and has a completely different personality than me."
The boy beside me smirked, "Well, I'm not sure about your first reason, but whatever. I'm Edward Cullen."
I thought for a minute, thinking the name sounded familiar. I just couldn't place my finger on it...
"Well, I'm gonna make sure to behave around you. Never know what you'll tell your daddy. I'm Emmett," the loud by introduced himself.
"EDDIE!" a high-pitched, nasily voice called out from the doorway. I looked over to see a slutty blonde scoping out the room. Don't get me wrong, I don't normally judge people before I actually meet them, but there was something about that girl, I just didn't like...
I heard a squeak from where Edward was sitting, but when I looked over, he was gone. I turned around to face Emmett, question in my eyes.
He smirked and pointed down. I looked underneath the desk Edward had sat down in, and sure enough, there he was. I put a had over my mouth, trying to cover up my laugh. Edward was crammed under that, and when I saw the look on his face, I just couldn't help but laugh. He put a finger over his mouth, telling me to shut up, and so I tried.
The skank walked to the very back of the classroom, where her friends must have been sitting. The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class, and as the teacher walked in, Edward got out from underneath his desk.
The teacher gave him an odd look, but continued with whatever she was looking for. Then she noticed me, and did a double take.
"Class," she stated. Everyone kept chatting, though, and she had to yell the next time she said it. That got everyone's attention, and she continued speaking, "It seems as if there's a new student. Would you mind standing up at telling everyone your name, where you came from, something you love, and something you hate?" I was a little confused at the last two questions, but I did as she said.
I stood up, "My name is Isabella Swan, but I prefer Bella," amediatly, there were whispers from everywhere. The teacher was about to get their attention, but I beat her to it, "Excuse me? I'd appreciate you people talking about my mother to my face, not whispering about it even though I can hear you, Mr. 'I-wonder-if-I'll-be-able-to-get-in-her-pants-like-my-dad-did-her-mom's?' Because the answer to that question is definately not," Everybody shut up, the boys with gapping jaws, most of the girls with amazement, some girls with a look of hatred (the ones in the back), and Edward and Emmett with smirks. I continued, "I used to live in NYC. I love music, and I hate people who judge others by what they are on the outside."
Yes, I know, I had just done that to those other girls, but they had that air about them that said 'don't get caught up in this, you will just end up like your mother.'
The teacher blinked a couple times, "Hmm, well that was very intresting... Thank you, Bella. I'm Mrs. Cameron, welcome to Forks." With that, she wrote something down on a Post-It and started the lesson for the day, talking about the meaning of literary works.
I was completely focused on the lesson. I was very intrested in literature. If my plan to becomea songwriter didn't work out, I wanted to do something with books, whether it was writing, publishing, or editing. So when a sheet of paper appeared on my tabletop, it took me a moment to realize it was there.
I picked it up and put it on my notebook, so it would look like I was taking notes or reading them over.
(A/N: Edward Bella)
So what was Em talking about when he said you were challenging me?
I smiled to myself. Oh, I wrote a song and he was reading it over my shoulder. He said something about it challenging my brother?
Oh, well take that as a compliment.
I laughed mentally. Oh, that's not obnoxious at all. Are you the type that thinks their better than everyone?
No, no! That's not what I meant! I'm uhh... Well I'm not saying this because I'm trying to be stuck up or anything, but I'm the head singer of Changing Seasons. I don't know if you've heard of us. We aren't that popular except around here, and in the bigger cities, like New York...
I almost literally slapped my forehead. Duh! That's where I knew that name from! Oh, haha. I thought the name Edward Cullen sounded familiar! You guys are like my favorite band! I feel so stupid...
Ha, well thanks. We try to be awesome. Just kidding.
Oh, what a loser! (; I'm kidding.
So what's your favorite song of ours?
I thought for a moment. Beauty in the Breakdown, definatly.
Really? That's my favorite song... I mean the music, not really the words. Uh, can I ask you a question?
Well, you already did, but you can ask me another one, sure.
Edward started writing again, but the bell rang. He stuffed the note in his bag and waited for me to get my things together.
"Can I ask you that question now?," he asked me.
"Shoot," I told him.
"Well the first one is important at this moment: play along?"
"Huh?" I asked, but I barely got the word out before he slung his arm around my shoulder.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Tanya's coming and I hate her. She thinks she's my girlfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you could help me out. Giggle."
I did as I was told, and not only because I like this particular situation I was in, but also to add to it, I wrapped my arm around his waist. I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes. "Is this good?" I asked, making myself look as flirtatious as possible.
For a moment, Edward looked baffled, but he regained himself and smiled his perfect crooked smile. It was my turn to be dazzled, "Perfect."
After a little bit, I turned around and saw that same blonde that called Eddie earlier standing in the middle of the hallway, dumbfounded.
Turns out, Edward and I had the same class next, music. We walked the same way all the way there. We were the first two there, so we found a seat and cracked up. We calmed down when more people started entering the room. The bell rang soon after, and the teacher, as in the last class, came in with it.
"Today, class we will begin learning about-" he stopped talking when his eyes came to me, "the new student we have. Stand up," I stood up, "State your name."
"Isabella Swan. Preferably Bella."
"Ah, the chief of police's daughter. Welcome to FHS, Bella. I'm Mr. McNeal. Musical talent?"
"Well, I can play a little guitar and I write songs. I really want to pursue songwriting as a career."
He only nodded, looking me over. The words that came out of his mouth next shocked me, "Sing."
"W-What?" I stuttered.
"I said sing. One of your songs," Mr. McNeal stated simply.
I shrugged, "I'm not very good, I'm warning you, but I'll try."
I debated which song to sing, then realized one of them had the word 'hell' in it, and I figured the teacher wouldn't approve, so I went with the other one.
"I feel chained, chained down
You shoved me to the ground
I can't run, I can't shout
Just let me out
So heartless, this couldn't mean less
Gonna push it in your face
I'm only human
And I've got something to say
Let me rise, let me fall
Let me breathe
I wanna lose control, I'm not afraid to lose it all
Let me break, let me crawl
Cause I'll get back up again if you let me fall
If I burn down in this fire
Well, I got myself to blame
I can't stop or give it up
I need to feel the pain
Can you hear me?
Don't come near me
You'll just get in my way
I'm only human
And there's nothing you can say
Let me rise, let me fall
Let me breathe
I wanna lose control, I'm not afraid to lose it all
Let me break, let me crawl
Cause I will get up again if you let me fall
Say you know who I am
And what I'm about
Then you'll understand that I feel alone
I live my own life
Let me rise, let me fall
Let me breathe
I wanna lose control, I'm not afraid to lose it all
Let me break, let me crawl
Cause I will get up again if you let me fall
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you let me fall
If you let me
If you let me fall
If you let me fall
I will get up again if you let me fall
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
If you let me fall
If you let me fall
Let me fall"
After I got done, everybody stared at me quietly, making me slightly selfconcious. Did I really suck that badly?
I sat back down, and Mr. McNeal spoke, "Mrs. Stanely, I'm sorry, but Mrs. Swan has just taken your place in the upcoming concert, if she's up to it." I looked up from my feet, where my eyes had been focused.
"WHAT?" a nasily voice in the back screeched, "Mr. McNeal!"
"I'm sorry, Jessica, and no offense, but she is much better than you. I would say she's almost up to Edward C. on Willy McNeal's scale of awesomeness," I laughed with everyone else, except for Jessica, he was definatly my favorite teacher, "So what do you say Bella? You up for it?"
"Absolutely! What do I have to do?" I asked, knowing nothing about the concert.
Edward laughed, "I'll explain it to her, Mr. McNeal. We're friends already, and since we'll be working together-"
"I'll expect you two to be perfect together. I'm expecting this preformance to be flawless people! Now, as I was saying, we will be learning about the classics!" Everyone groaned. I loved music, probably more than anyone, except maybe Edward, but who really wants to learn about Bach and Motzart? (A/N: I am not trying to be offensive to those of you who like the classics! Its just, most people don't... If I offended you, please let me know and I'll explain better.)
"Oh, calm down! I didn't mean Ode to Joy. For heaven's sake! You people should know me better than that! Haven't you ever heard of Pour Some Sugar On Me?"
Music was my all time favorite class ever! We learned about all the classic rock songs and whatnot. Who knew the man who sang Great Balls of Fire married his cousin and bass guitar player's daughter while he was still married to someone else?
Emmett was in my third class of the day, but I was all alone for Triganmary, which I sucked at, by the way.
When lunch rolled around, I was thankful for it. Math class was brain-melting, and Edward and Emmett invited me to sit with them at lunch.
I grabbed a bag of Sour Cream and Cheddar Baked Lays chips, a slice of cheese pizza, and orange juice (A/N: No, I am not just naming my favorites, all thought they are all my favorites. Those chips and pizza are yummy together and pizza and orange juice are delicious with each other.) and paid.
Emmett waved me over, where him, Edward, and three other people were already seated.
I sat in the empty seat in the middle of the two people I knew already.
"Was math fun?" Edward asked me, completely ignoring the conversation he was having before I came over.
"Ugh, no. I hate it! I think I'm going to fail Trig," I told him. Okay, I might have been overexagerating just a little, but I'm sure I was only going to be able to maintain a C average while everything else would probably be A's.
The girl across the table from me giggled. I looked over at her; she had short black hair she wore in spikes that stuck out at every angle. Her eyes were green, but not as deep as Edward's, her's where more of a spring green, but there was the same sparkle I had seen in Emmett's and Edward's eyes.
"Oh trust me, Eddie boy can help you with that. He's in advanced math," everyone heard Emmett 'coughing' nerd and while the black-haired girl rolled her eyes and smiled, I snickered, and Edward shot him a death glare, "I'm Alice, Edward and Emmett's lone sister. Emmett said he already conciders you his little sister, so welcome to the family."
I laughed, "Well aren't you already his?"
She smirked, "I'm older by five seconds. We're all triplets, but we don't look anything alike."
"I noticed. I'm Bella, by the way."
"Don't worry, I know. Edward and Emmett both wouldn't shut up about what a badass you are and how amazing you are. I think I agree, love the shirt," Alice commented.
I smiled, "Thanks. I got it at my favorite vintage story in New York City."
She gapped, "Oh my God! You used to live in the Big Apple?" I laughed and nodded, "I am so jealous!" Alice pouted and the other two people at the table took the quiet as an oppretunity to introduce themselves.
"I'm Rosalie," the blonde girl on one side of Alice said, smiling at me.
"And I'm Jasper, her twin," a boy said from the other side of Alice.
I smiled, "Nice to meet you two, and you guys actually look alike. I feel kind of left out, you know? No siblings of my own."
They all laughed, "Don't worry, Bella," Emmett said, "You're already part of our little family."
"But," Rosalie said, "I'm really sorry, Bella, but I have to ask. You don't like Emmett, do you?"
I looked at both of them and noticed they were holding hands under that table, "Don't worry, Rosalie. I don't like Emmett like that. He's more of the big brother type."
She looked like a thousand pounds had just been lifted off her shoulders, "Okay, phew. I'm sorry, I didn't want to sound like a bitch. It's just, Emmett talked about you so well and-"
I stopped her, "Don't worry, nothing like that will ever go on between me and Emmett." She smiled genuinly at me one more time.
"Anyway, Bella, you know you're the talk of the whole school?" Alice mentioned.
"Hmm, no I didn't hear that. Do explain." I gestured with my hands, rested my elbow on the table, and put my chin in my hand, making myself purposely look like a loser.
"Well, first off, everyone heard about the way you defended yourself and your family in first period. Mike is a douchebag, just stay away from him," she warned, "Secondly, even I seen you and Edward in the hallway and wondered what the hell was going on. But then Edward explained to me. Then taking the lead away from Jessica. It looks like you've managed to piss off everyone who thinks their hot stuff in a day, babe. And well, we're all proud of you."
"Aw! Thanks guys! It means a lot to me that I now have a very good possiblity of getting beat up."
Everyone laughed, "Damn, Bella!" Jasper chuckled, "You're almost worse than Emmett!"
I smiled widely, "I'm going to take that as a complement."
When everyone settled down and returned to their conversations, Edward spoke, "Bella, I know I've already asked you like a billion questions, but I kind of need to ask another important one."
"Go on," I told him.
"Well... There's this opening... Have you heard of how we're looking for a female singer?" I nodded, I wished I was good enough to enter the contest, but I wasn't and I lived in New York at the time, "Well, I heard how good you were in music, and I would really like it if you would maybe concider the offer?"
I'm sure my jaw hit the ground. I collected myself, "Holy... Well, I'm not even gonna think about it! Do you honestly think I'm that good?"
Edward smiled, "Of course. I mean, everyone else has to approve of you, including my parents, but I'm sure they'll all want you to."
"Wow. You know, this has been a really amazing day," I stated.
Edward laughed, "So, would you be up for coming to my place after school?"
I nodded, "Can I drive my truck back to my place though? And I need to change out of this. It gets uncomforable after a while."
"Yeah, that's cool. I'll just follow you back and wait, if that's okay?"
"Fine by me. But would you mind helping me with Trig homework?"
"Of course."
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A/N: Okay! First chapter complete! I know the end was suckish, but its 11:31 at night and I was swimming all day, so I'm beat. I'll try to write another chapter tomorrow since I'll be doing nothing.
Review? Maybe if I can get five reviews, I'll update the chapter? Sound good?
Okay, so the songs for this chapter: Conspiracy by Paramore & Let Me Fall by Alex Johnson (yes, its a girl!)
Hmm, so... I can't think of anything else, so I'm signing off.
GOODNIGHT WORLD!
-myblackrose(: