:My Little Secret:
Chapter One: Fascination and Elevators
So I am doing this story with my own characters on Fiction Press, but I also wanted to do it as a Twilight story. Of course, this plot is my own, and I hope that no one takes it. All the characters, their appearances, and their characteristic's are Stephenie Meyers.
This story is very, very OOC and AH. The parent's will be switched up, and so will the siblings. The backgrounds will be different, too.
Please enjoy, and review also. Oh, and if you have time, please go over and look at this story with my own characters. The link is on my profile, near the bottom.
BPOV:
I slid the key into the slot right beneath the buttons of the elevator as I juggled the bag of fruits in my left hand. I heard it click, and just as I was about to press the button for the penthouse suite, the bottom of the bag broke. All of it's contents spilled onto the carpeted floor of the elevator.
"Ugh," I sighed as I leaned over to pick it all up. I started to shove the apples into my purse, and saw a hand dart out from somewhere behind me to pick up an apple. I turned to see who it was, and my mouth dropped as her face came into view. She was stunning.
Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders; her bangs falling into her eyes. Her face was slightly chubby, but beautifully lean at the same time. She had full, pouty lips, and her pale pink cheek bones looked like they were sculpted by an artist. She placed a few more fruits into my purse, and finally looked up at me. Her eyes were... I couldn't even describe the color blue they were. It was between sky blue, and a gray. She was on her hands and knees, like me, and was reaching for an orange when she stopped, staring at me with an... awed look on her face. I looked back down, and kept placing fruit into my bag. I blushed as I heard her stood, biting on my lip as I did the same. I looked up at her to try to see her eyes again, but she was looking down at her shoes.
"Thank you," I said quietly. "I appreciate it." I bit my lip harder, drawing blood. What had happened to the strong, independent woman I was? Instead I was becoming shy again, which was not acceptable.
She smiled while still looking down at her shoes. "You're welcome," she said, her voice wavering slightly. Why would it waver? Was she scared of me? She should be. I reached my hand out, intending to shake hers. She reached out, timidly looking up at me. I held her hand for a moment before shaking it, smiling at her. She smiled wider, and laughed quietly.
"What is so funny?" I asked, again quietly. She just smiled wider, and held me hand a little tighter.
"I've never shaken someone's hand in an elevator before," she said, laughing again quietly. Even though I didn't understand, I laughed along with her. She smiled knowingly at me, and opened her mouth to talk again.
"It's a New Years goal of mine; to do one hundred things that I've never done before," she looked down again as she talked. I heard voices coming down the hall, so I pulled her into the elevator with me and pressed the button. I pulled out my key before I turned to look at her.
"That's an interesting New Year's goal," I said to her. "Why would you pick something like that?"
"Well, all of my goals haven't fallen through so..." she trailed off as the elevator dinged, showing that we were at my floor.
"Um... Do you want to... come in?"I spoke quickly, and I realized that I was worried. Her face formed an o, showing she was shocked by my proposition.
"Oh, um, I'd love to, I just have a meeting down the hall, but thank you." She looked worried as she explained to me. "My name is Rosalie, by the way. But you can call me Rose." She smiled, and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small phone.
"I'm Isabella," I said. "But you can call me Bella. Can I... have your number?" I kept saying things in a timid manner, and I don't understand why! I am a strong, brilliant woman, and I was being timid about asking for a phone number?
Her smile immediately brightened. "Sure!" she said, holding out her hand. I passed her my phone, and she passed me hers. We each plugged in our numbers, and passed back our phones.
"Goodbye, Rosalie," I called down the hall as I walked into my apartment. I heard a quick answer, and threw my bag onto the coach, apples falling onto the floor. I slid down the back of my door, and held my head in my hands. "What the hell is happening to me?" I whispered to myself. I hadn't felt this way since... since a long time ago. I looked up at the clock, and realized that that whole exchange with Rosalie- Rose, I corrected myself internally, had only been about three or four minutes. It had felt like an hour, or even more.
What was this woman doing to me? She was making me feel... That's it. She was making me feel. The only feelings I felt like this were for my family members. It was something like... but it couldn't be. I'd only just met this woman! I couldn't feel... that for her! I barely felt it for my own siblings!
I sighed, and stood. I grabbed my purse off of the couch, and chucked it onto my kitchen counter. I flipped it over, and dumped the contents onto the black granite beneath it. I separated the food from everything else, and put it neatly into the fridge before grabbing my iPod and turning it onto the stereo. I listened to "Crushcrushcrush" by Paramore as I put everything back into my purse, and went down the hall to my room. As I took off my day clothes and put them in the hamper, I could hear the lyrics blasting down the hall.
"Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone
Just the one two of us who's counting on
That never happens
I guess I'm dreaming again
Let's be more than this
"If you want to play it like a game
Well, come on, come on, let's play
Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending
Than have to forget you for one whole minute..."
I smiled as I listened. This song definitely summed up my feelings for today. I grabbed a white button down as I shimmied a little to the music, and slipped it on. Grabbing silky black pants, I ran down the stairs to the kitchen to grab my lipstick in my undergarments. I chose a pink one, and ran back upstairs, one leg in my pants. I swiftly brought the pants all the way up, and buttoned them as I tried to slip into my four inch white Christian Dior heels with one hand, and lipstick in my mouth.
I was all ready and in the bathroom to do my makeup and hair with thirty minutes to go. I quickly wiped on coverup and base onto my face, and then brushed on a slight amount of crimson blush that I probably didn't even need. I swiped the mascara over my eyelashes, and put on the pink lipstick as I searched in my drawer for a brush. I quickly ran the brush through my hair, and pinned up my bangs.
Clothes, check. Hair, check. Makeup, check. Okay, all I needed was my purse and my keys. I had left my purse in the kitchen and my keys were... I don't even remember. They're probably in my purse. I grabbed my purse off the counter, and saw that my keys were indeed in my purse. I unbolted my door, and closed it behind me. I locked it quickly, and saw that I had about fifteen minutes left. Good. Just enough time to get to Mom and Dad's for Sunday Family Night.
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