Hola!
Soo, this fan-fic is an Edward/Bella story and is inspired by many songs, but mostly Rain by Creed.(Sorry TJ!)
This is also a story for a friend of mine, to whom will also be a character in the story.
Assisting me with this story(sometimes, but not this chapter:)) will be Annabelle Moyre, a cousin of mine.
So, in this story:
Edward - Senior, nerdy, smart, intuitive, sings[really good:)].
Bella - Senior, new, popular, smart, sings, shy, has a dark past.
So, without further wait, I give you Rain...
while I hide under the bed.;)
Rain
AU, OOC, AH
Edward sighed. The teacher in his line of vision was giving him praise for his perfect Physics mid-term. If only I weren't so smart, he thought to himself. Then maybe I could fit in, instead of being the outlier among my fellow classmates. Mr. Adkins' voice started to rise in volume, yet still in the same, boring monotone. "Inertia, people, inertia; that is your answer! Edward, please tell the class why you can stand with a heavy backpack on and not fall over."
"Your CG, or Center of Gravity, is above your feet, giving you and your CM balance."
"Apparently someone was paying attention in class. Now, please pick up your assigned laptop from the cart and finish the online questions before class ends. Mr. Newton, that means before the bell rings." A wave of giggles and hushed laughter erupted from the room. Edward chuckled, feeling sorry for Mike; his IQ was the size of Jessica Stanley's shoe; a 5 or 6.
"What are you laughing at, Cullen? Or should I say Dull-en? Ha ha," laughed Mike, with his baby-like voice.
Edward smirked and rose from his desk, joining the line by the cart. Angela Weber's soft voice rose carried to his ears as she chatted with Cathy Rollins. "…but she's really pretty. I bet five bucks she'll have Mike, Eric, Tyler, and Ben eating out of the pawn of her hand in no time. I mean, Bella means beauty in Italian, doesn't it?"
"Yes, it means beautiful. May I inquire of who it is you speak of?" Yes, he's a geek, everyone knows. He has been called Dorkamoose, fish-face, Frosty, Ednerd, and many more names on a daily basis, but Momma didn't raise no fool. His smarts were his strength, but his trousers were his weakness.
Angela sighed. "Isabella Swan, the new girl in our grade. She's supposed to be some great singer from Ohio. She's been asking about a Glee club and wondering why our choir only has 4 people in it. Does she know that you're in it, Edward?"
"No, sorry, unless someone has bestowed that piece of information to her without my knowing." He smiled kindly at Angela; she was always nice to him and his family when everyone else wasn't. "I would like to meet her though; so far, we only have 2 basses, me, a tenor, and an alto. We are in dire need of a soprano." Edward only added these last few sentences to seem polite.
Angela smiled in return and said good luck before grabbing her laptop and heading off.
During lunch, Edward sat where he sat everyday; with his family. His sister Alice always looked like she stepped off of a runway. Today she wore her own creation; a zebra-striped dress with a red scarf and red cork-screw high heels. Her hair was spiked out, like a pixie, with a red feather piece on the left side of her head. She smelled of LoveSpell perfume from Victoria's Secret. Her cheeks had a faint blush as she all but ran to our table, a smile wide on her face.
"Guess what I just heard? Lady Gaga has a new song out! It's soooooo addictive, it just makes me want to start dancing right here, right now!" She started to swing her hips and shake her hair around, as if she was in a club.
"Alice, stop, you're in a public outlet! Quit embarrassing us!" He whispered, looking around to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, everyone was too engrossed in conversations concerning "Isabella," no doubt. I wonder what lunch she has…he thought to himself.
As if God had answered his question, in came Isabella, causing whispers throughout the cafeteria. Edward gasped as he laid his eyes on her.
Her eyes were shaped like brown almonds, her face a heart. Her beautiful brown locks were like a warm blanket surrounding her shoulders, cascading and tumbling as she walked slowly forward. She had a radiant deep blush that contrasted well with her fair skin. She wore a cerulean blue blouse with a black vest, black skinny jeans, and wedged American Eagle flats.
Edward was in love.
SO!
*peeks out from under the bed*
Did I do ok? If this settles over well, I'll write longer chapters.:)
Review, please!
TBC