Hello fellow fanfiction readers/writers! I hope you enjoy this fanfiction, it is based off of 'Lips of an Angel' By Hinder. Updates will be frequent, Please review.
P.S. Don't be surprised if you find some of the song's words in the diction.
Disclaimer: The Twilight Series and all of its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
It had been a hard day, and like any other hard day, I would plop down on my bed, wish I had a dog, and look at the picture on my nightstand table.
The picture was a picture of Edward and I. Obviously years ago, maybe like three or four. I didn't like thinking about how long it had been. You see, Edward and I had been what you would call high school sweethearts. Always doing everything together, planning our future, where we would live, what would we do, if we'd have any kids…
But then the college apps came back, and we had both gotten into our first school of choice. Unfortunately, they were different, and across the country from each other.
We hoped and prayed that it would work out, but it didn't; against the hopes of both of us.
It had been hard when we broke up. It had been hard on both of us, or so, that's what Alice said.
But I really didn't talk to her much anymore either. Alice was Edward's sister, and she had been my best friend when we were back in high school. But after a year or two, very shortly after she met the love of her life Jasper, our relationship had diminished.
Just like the relationship with Edward had, we moved from being lovers, to best friends; calling each other whenever we had the opportunity. The conversations would always end with an "I wish we could work out." But the phone calls came less and less, until finally they stopped.
Of course, we always called each other on birthdays, but that was all the contact that we ever had.
Edward went to Harvard to study law, while I went to Las Vegas to attend the University of Nevada for Art, Food and Beverage Management and music; along with the required core classes. So we were never able to see each other without spending tons of money for the plane tickets.
So after the calls ended, I decided that it was time to move on. I dated a guy named Mike Newton for a grand total of 2 months, after finding out that he was having foreign affairs with an exchange student from France named Jessica.
And after learning that, I decided that it was time to end it with the whole, "It's not you, it's me." Because if Mike had learned that I knew the truth, he would deny it profoundly.
So about 6 months after that, I met this guy named Jacob that shared my advanced English class; it sometimes shocked me that he was in it. Jacob and I became close friends, and tried dating.
But I loved him like a brother, and while we dated, I could never get my mind of Edward who was always there in the back of my mind.
After my second year of college though, I had found another love: baking.
I baked constantly. After school I would head over to the bakery and see Joseph, the owner of the bakery, smiling at me.
It was today though, at the bakery, that things were different. I had gotten a call on the landline, which came as a surprise.
It was the FPD, Forks Police Department; they told me that Charlie had died while helping out at the Weber's House during a fire.
Joseph sent me home.
And I sat on my bed crying; I had no one to talk to. I called my mom and let her know, but it was different, and she couldn't bring me the comfort that I needed, wanted.
So I decided to call the only person that I knew would make me feel better; Edward.
I was excruciatingly nervous to call him though. What if he had moved on as I had? Not that I ever moved on entirely, but all still the same. Would he remember me? Would he even care?
I would get the courage, dial most of his number, then hang up the phone, repeatedly. This happened for hours, sitting on my bed, crying, and trying to call Edward.
It was about 9 o'clock when I finally pressed the last number on the phone, and I took a crack at trying not to bawl.
But once he picked up, all my efforts washed away, and I started choking out sobs.
"Hi." I said, nearly beyond comprehension.
"Bella?" he whispered, and I nodded, not like he could hear me though, so I said "Yes."
"One second, let me go to the other room." He said, quickly and quietly. He sounded tired, and that was when I realized that where he was, was 3 hours ahead of where I was.
"Honey, why are you calling me so late? It's kind of hard to talk right now…" He asked, rushed.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I managed to say through my sobs. "I'll just call someone else."
"No, no, it's fine. Bella why are you crying? Is everything alright?"
So I explained to him how my dad had died, then I launched into the story that I had no one to call because I lost contact with Alice, Mike was a manslut and Jacob was gone for the weekend, and I ended the story with how much I missed him and it was eating away at me every day.
"My girl…" he started, "she's in the next room, and I wish she was you."
I sniffed, and then smiled.
"I guess we never really moved on." I looked down at the half-empty box of Kleenex that was on my bed, sitting between my crossed legs, and for the first time in awhile, I felt good; even in the midst of all this craziness, I felt good.
"Edward?" It wasn't me who called him. It was a voice in the background over on his end.
"Yeah, One second Tanya! I'll be there in a minute." He paused. "Bella, I have to go."
"Ok," was my soft reply.
He responded quickly though. "I'll call you soon, I promise, we can talk more about this later."
I nodded, "Ok."
"Oh and Bella?"
"Hmm?"
"I wish it could have worked out between us."
A/N: More soon, I promise. Review please. :)