Chapter 1 - Trip to the Museum
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My two best friends, Alice and Rosalie were madly in love. Again.
"OMG!" Alice exclaimed with an adorable giggle, once she had rushed towards me. Rosalie, my other best friend was too busy flirting with some guy from Blackrock High.
"Bellsie, I just met my true love! He had dirty blonde hair that is styled into a surfer hairstyle, which is a little bit more tousled, giving it a more modern look. He's tall, but not so much, like 5'8 or something! And then, he has those blue dreamy eyes that makes me melt. Then his lips, oh God his lips. They are pink and so full too!" She said to me with a dreamy look in his eyes.
"Did you catch his name or something?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes at me, with a 'duh' look on her face.
"Then what is it?" I asked her. She reached into her purse and pulled out BBB, which stands for Beloved BlackBerry. It could also stand for, Best friend Bella the Bashful, or BlackBerry Baby or Beautiful Best Buddy (which would describe Rose, 'cause I'm not pretty. Just average.). Get the picture? She loves that thing.
"Alice! You're not supposed to bring electronic devices here!" I scolded her. Alice has never been the one to follow the rules. When it's explained to us, it's like she always gets deaf at that part. That is one of the numerous things that she and I don't have in common.
She just shrugged at me and her thin, pale fingers started dancing on the keypad of her BBB. After a few seconds, she showed me a Facebook page.
"Name, Pierre Blumberg. Half French, half American. Goes to Blackrock High, where all cute guys go to school," she said and her eyebrows furrowed. She held up her index finger, signaling me to wait. "Wait, I just need to send him a friend request and a message attached to it," She said. I stood behind her to see what she typed.
Message:
Hey Pierre! It's Alice here. You know, the girl who got pushed towards you? Yeah, that's me.
I'm sorry for being so shy. I just didn't have the guts to really talk to such a hot guy. ;)
Had fun talking with you. Wish we could do that again!
xoxo,
A.
She pressed 'Send Friend Request' and put her BBB back to her purse. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from laughing. Shy? Would he think she was shy when she has like 30 gazillion friends on Facebook which are mostly composed of guys?
She has this certain charm around her that makes guys go to her. Well, charm and looks. She has this pixie like face and body, perfect skin, perfect hair and perfect legs. In just a short flick of her chin length hair bring them boys around her, damn right it's better than yours, she could teach you, but she'd have to charge. ;)
As I amuse myself with that thought, I found myself in front of a display, away from Alice and staring at the old moon buggies. I automatically started to check their faults, and what might cause them, plus what they could've used to improve their buggies at that time frame.
You see, that's my thing. Sciences and Technology. I like connecting wire per wire, placing chips, just mainly creating or repairing technology. Not a mechanist or anything...well, I don't know. Whatever. I mostly daydream being a part of the NASA tech crew or space crew, whatever that involves technology there, I 'd like to have that part. Or even HP or Samsung. I'd like to be part of any company in one of the largest global technologies companies.
Well, not that I'm really sure that I'm going to do that, since Science have so much branches, and as much as I like doing technology related things, I also like astronomy and biology. Science is a compound of different objects and ideas, that are gathered through nature which in turn, creates testable law and theories, and it is a complicated subject. Which is good, making my brain work hard.
My gaze returned to the shiny satellite dish and saw my reflection. My dull brown eyes, small button nose, pink lips, and the best feature about me, my long wavy chestnut coloured hair, which ended in curls at the middle of my back. If I ever tried flicking it, would it cause the same effect Alice had on guys, or not? I stared at my long, thick, black eyelashes. Rosalie said that it made my eyes gorgeous. I just shrugged. If I ever bat my lashes to a guy, wonder what I'll look like.
Cue Daydream.
"Heyyyy." I said, batting my eyelashes to some guy. The guy scrunches up his nose and looked at me weirdly.
"Uh, do you have some dirt in your eyes or something?"
"I..uh, sure.." I trailed off, embarrassed. The guy looked at me weirdly and walked away leaving me alone there looking like an idiot.
End of Daydream
Wouldn't go that great, I presume.
"Bells! Oh my Goooood! I saw this guy, he was so dreamy! He had this muscular body and he had this sort of 'man' face, which makes him look like a working person, rather than a student, but still, he has this suuuuper bod that is to drool for!" My other best friend, Rosalie squealed. I rolled my eyes at her shallow basis.
Both of them had boycrazyitis, which according to my medical degree *cough not cough* gives them this short attention span to boys and constantly creates illusions that the guy they spot that live to their physical standards is their soulmate, and/or true love. Makes them also believe that it is 'Love at First Sight'...so many times.
"But Be-llaaa! It's not my fault that you don't believe in love at first sight, which is totally tuh-rue!" She reasoned.
"Rosalie, love at first sight is not true. You need to build up trust and find out the things that you guys could get along with, before jumping into the category of love. Crush, is what you feel for the guy you saw, which I don't know what his name is."
"Leonard."
"Ohh, sexy name." I said and giggled.
"I know right! Well anyway-" she started, but was cut off by Mr. Désastre, our science teacher that is responsible for us during this whole joint-school field trip. His name actually suits him. His last name, which is Désastre means disaster. He had these beige checkered button up shirt, tucked neatly in his black suspenders that made an 'X' on the back. He also had this black shoes, which had neon strings making it look like bowling shoes. He also had this HUGE horn rimmed glasses, perched on top of his nose, and lastly, but I don't know if it's the least or something, he had his dirty blonde hair gelled to the back. He was a fashion DISASTER.
"Listen up, kids!" He shouted in his nasal voice. A lot of the people from my school, Hornbill High, groaned. He always called us kids, as if we're only 10 year olds. Sometimes, I really want to bang a pan on his head and shout WE'RE NOT KIDS! directly to his ears. But, he wouldn't probably hear it, since I banged a pan on his head. Meh.
"It's time for us to take a look at the work scientists do behind the scenes, here at the Air and Space Museum. Hornbill High and East Elm students, come with me! March!" He said in a tone that I only could identify as..childish.
A couple of other teaches called out similar orders, directing the other schools to their area. The huge horde of the high schoolers in the main lobby of the museum started to dispatch into the different hallways of the building like an amoeba splitting into different parts.
Alice bounced over to join us as we started shuffling along with the crowd following Mr. Désastre. "What did you think of Pierre?" She demanded eagerly. "Isn't he the awesomest? Talk about love at first sight!" Alice continued, giving me no room to speak. I heard Rose squeal behind me.
"Sort of like the other three guys you've fallen in love with today?" I paused, feigning deep thought with one finger on my chin. "Or was it four? I lost count." Alice was about to argue when Rose jumped in the conversation.
"You too, Al? OMG! We are sooo lucky this day. I just hope we could transfer to BlackRock High, where all hot guys go to school!" She gushed behind me. Alice just jumped up and down giggling, before answering.
"I know! Talk about love! Only our Bellsie here doesn't have her love. I sure do hope she'd experience the looove at first sight, so all of us have our soulmates!" Alice raved.
"More like boy toys," I muttered. Alice and Rose gasped.
"They are not boy toys! They are the man of our lives. The tick to our tock. The pitter to our patter. The Jimmy Choo to our Vera Wang," Alice cried.
"Sure. Man of your lives. I remember you saying Lucas was the man of your life. Oh, you said that too about James, Richard, Angelo, Chris, Gerry, Lui-"
"Okay, okay, I GET IT!" Alice said, exasperated. I just grinned cheekily. I gestured for Rose to give a comment, but she just huffed.
"Mock us if you wish, Bella. We just hoped that our best friend would at least even try to be happy for us," Rosalie pouted.
"If you guys make it to a 2 week anniversary with the love of your lives, I'll be ecstatic, trust me. I'd even throw a party!" I told them as we walked towards some backstage part of the museum. "Not to mention shocked."
Both of them just simultaneously stuck their tongues out at me. We had to stop our conversation when some dude started talking about the scientific method. Of course, I was interested, but as for my friends, not so much.
A year later, we were finally released back to the lobby of the museum. Okay, maybe it wasn't really that long, but it kinda felt like it. I mean, yes, I am interested in Science, but that doesn't mean that they could repeat everything they said for almost every other 5 minutes. They give an example, state what it's about, what they're gonna do, and how'd that happen. Then, they'd give the same reason again and again. I almost died inside that room. My best friends could've smelt me rot in there.
Most of the other schools hadn't been released yet from their torture chambers—er, I mean lectures—so the place had a morning-at-the-lab sort of feel. Not that I had the guts to ditch class to do experiments in my lab, of course.
"So, are you saying that Leonard and I are not meant to be?"
"Pierre and I aren't meant to be?"
"Not like that, girls. I just don't believe in love at first sight," We had this conversation soooo many times that this actually felt scripted.
"There's no way you can tell that you'd hit it off with that guy just by looking at him."
"Trust me babe, I can tell," Alice said, her tone reassuring. Thing is, I don't need reassuring. I know that you can't feel that way to a total stranger.
We three sank down to a free bench, Alice casting an appraising eye towards that good looking artsy type standing nearby, looking at the displays. Rose, checking out the jock that was wearing a BlackRock basketball varsity sweatshirt. When a goth girl went over to the artsy dude and wrapped a skinny arm around his, Alice started to avert her gaze. When the girl licked the guy's earlobe, Alice gave her full attention to me.
"It's called sparks. I know them when I feel them," Alice informed me, shrugging at the end.
"Right. Every time you feel them," I smirked at her. "And sorry, but I'm just not willing to believe that sparks and raw animal attraction equal true love."
"Don't jinx it 'til you try it. Your love life could use a little more raw animal attraction," Rose said, grinning at me. I looked over her shoulder and saw that the jock she was checking out was know full blown making out with the girl who could use more scraps of cloth to cover her body.
"If you say so."
Rose and Al weren't being mean to my love life—or relative lack thereof. I knew they truly didn't understand how I could be content, waiting for romance to come to me rather than rushing out, grabbing it with both hands, and checking out his butt, like they did.
But that was mutual. I didn't really get the whole "sparks" thing, either. I mean, sure, I sometimes felt my hormones go crazy when I see a cute or hot guy passing me by or something. I get that same flutter when I see Zac Efron, Robert Pattinson, Orlando Bloom, or any sexy sports guy. Well, actually, the ones I see on TV gives me a more intense feeling. By intense, I mean, I want to bear their babies. That silly flutter thing ain't enough to be the basis of being my man.
One of the other schools that came here emerged from their tortu—I mean, lectures. A group of jocks passed by us, tossing footballs, and/or ribbing each other. Both of them sized the jocks up as they passed our bench.
"Any sparks?" I teased.
They tore away their gazes from them and made faces at me.
"Ha, ha. Very funny, Bell. I'm just checking how much..uh, steroids they got. I'm totally committed to Pierre," Alice huffed. "Same here," Rose said, waving her index and middle finger at me.
After around 5 seconds, we all ended up laughing on the bench.
"Seriously, Bella. You should let loose and give love a shot," Alice advised me.
"I believe in love, just not love at first sight," I reasoned.
"Mmkay. Give sparks a try! It couldn't hurt to try, right?" Rose urged me, with Alice nodding her head, agreeing to what she said. I rolled my eyes at both of them.
"Oh, I don't know. I'd probably die out of embarrassment or something. Yeah, yeah, that won't hurt," I said sarcastically. They both sighed.
"I'd probably end up living in a sewer with my hair as a rat's nest or in a family who are techno-morons who doesn't know Science at all," I continued.
"EW! Bad mental images!" Both of them complained. I giggled at their discomfort.
"Look, just deal with your romance sparks shit, and I'll deal with mine. That will work the best," I said.
"You mean Jacob from La Push, back in Forks? Puh-lease, getting drunk and having sex accidentally hardly qualifies as romance. You guys were like best friends trying out sex for the first time. Plus, you guys were virgins." Rose spat, saying the word 'virgins' coated with venom.
"You make it sound so sordid, and hey, we were together for like a year," I defended myself.
"And then what happened? Things got complicated and you guys drifted away. Real romance," They snorted. Real lady-like.
"Still beats your guys less-than-two-weeks record for a relationship," I retorted.
"Touché." They both said. "But, this trip is like the perfect time to look for cute guys here from other schools! And if you ever embarrass yourself, at least you won't have to see him or something! But, that won't happen, since you have this gorgeous face, hot bod, and charming personality. You'd probably end up with more dates than Rose and me," Alice continued.
"Psh, Rose and you? As if. When pigs fly," I snorted. "But hey, if that happens, I'll probably end up in Guinness Book of World Records, which is totally rad."
"Ugh, take this seriously, Bells! We are your ever faithful best friends, giving you tips on love and you treat us as a joke? UGH!" Rose said indignantly. Well, when she puts it that way..
"Fine, I'm sorry guys. I know you guys only want the best for me, but I'm just not really sure that dating a lot of guys would help me look for my man," I apologized.
"Forgiven. And Bellsie, we know you enough to know that you deserve a perfect guy for you," Rose said softly.
"Just take a little risk, and a little effort," Alice encouraged me.
"Well, maybe if I ever actually run into someone that is really worth the..."
My voice trailed off before I could finish my speech of thanks and possibilities when I spotted the most drop dead gorgeous guy I'd ever seen.
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