Runaway Love Chapter 1: Never Come Back, a twilight fanfic

-Runaway Love-

Never Come Back

Runaway Love by Ludacris featuring Mary J.Blige

He said we were going to runaway together!

I shook my head at the foolish thought. He would never runaway with me. He never did. I walked down the street, mobs of people stacked everywhere, lights flickering everywhere. Ah, Paris. Wonderful place. But then again, I won't be staying here for a long time. My next destination is Spain. Then Italy, and then Greece. Then I'm going to China, and then maybe I'll go to Japan.

The story of my life. Like always. It has never changed, and maybe it will never change.

I was a small town girl, living in Forks, Washington. Very small town, and no it's not in a shape of a fork. But it does rain a lot. I was living there since I was born. I moved at eighteen years old. You want to know my story? I warn you: it's a fun ride at first, but then minutes after, you scream to get off. And cry your eyes out. Not a pretty ride, and I've been trying to get off of it for years, but looks like the OFF button broke.

I met my best friends in grade one. Alice, the small pixie girl with jet black spikey hair, and a spunky personality. She was unbelievably nice, and she was always there for you. And she liked shopping - who doesn't like a friend who likes shopping? To be honest, I hate shopping (you are probably wondering what the hell I'm doing in Paris, then) with much passion as the next person, but I loved Alice like a sister. That's how close we were. Next was Rosalie, or Rose for short. She was beautiful, and yet was in cars and mechanics. Every weekend she would fix someone's car, get paid big bucks, but then will slap the customer because he told her he'd give her more if she took off her shirt. She was a true friend - a tough cookie. She wasn't afraid to speak her mind. If she had something to say, or do, she would in just seconds - without any fear.

Then there was Emmett. Freaking douchebag. He was the funniest and biggest (and I mean muscle wise) guy I've ever seen. He always cracked a joke, because he couldn't bear it when people weren't smiling. That was his thing: he loved seeing people smile. Espescially me. He got me to smile in the saddest moment. He wanted to make me happy, but I guess it didn't work out in the end. The next person is Jasper. He was a calm, skinny guy who understood everyones feelings. He could calm you down within minutes. He soothed you, and barely yelledor got angry. Anger wasn't really his thing. Actually, picturing him angry is really hard.

And last, but never ever least, Edward.

He was this gorgeous teenager, with smoldering emerald eyes, that looked like liquid eyes that you can get lost in. Then again, getting lost just means you have found something that you were never looking for. And in this case, it means that I found Edward, without even knowing. Without even looking for him. When I met him in first grade, I fell for him. I really did. He was always there. He was like my other half. My lost twin, except that I loved him in a romantic way. Throughout the years, he was completely oblivious. Alice and the others told me to step up - tell him. I just shook my head and said, "It'll end badly. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

And I did. Or maybe it was him who ruined it. Whoever it was, doesn't matter, because our friendship has already been broken.

Do you want to know how it all happened?

Well, I was seventeen years old, and I couldn't hide my love anymore. I went to his house, and went up to his room, and confronted him straight on. I said to him, "Edward, I can't hide this anymore."

He had had gotten confused and said, "What do you mean?"

I had shook my head. "Edward , I have to tell you something."

And then I blurted out the rest. That I loved him with dear passion since the day we met, that I never said anything because I loved him too much to ruin our friendship. I had hoped he would feel the same way about me, and tell me right after I spilled everything out.

No.

Instead what happened was a girl with curly, dirty blond hair and brown eyes came in, and went up to Edward's side, and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Hey, Edward, who's this?" she asked him. I had shivered. Her voice sounded revolting. And her face. . .wasn't revolting. She was beautiful.

"Oh," Edward seemed dumbfounded. "Uh. . . Bella, you remember my ex-girlfriend that had moved to Canada?"

I had nodded, hating what was coming. "Well, here she is," he said in a whisper. I was on the verge of tears. "Bella, meet May. May, Bella." May's expression was eager and excited.

"Nice to meet you!" she exclaimed. Her voice was painted with happiness and joy. She held her hand out, awaiting me to shake it. But I didn't. I just stared at her hand, her pale, creamy hand. I looked back up at them. Picture perfect. I had tried hard to hold my tears back, and to my surprise, it had had actually worked.

"I have somwhere to be," I lied lowly.

"Oh," May said, her eagerness lowing down. "Are your parents picking you up?"

By now, I had been at Edward's door, leaving. But when I heard that question, I spun around quickly, and tried hard not to punch her out. "They're dead," I said through my teeth, which had grinded down together. It felt like they were going to break.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I knew she wasn't. But I hadn't said anything. I walked out of his room, down the stairs, and Alice came to me, her eyes filled with hope. "How did it go?" she asked, holding her hands together.

I looked at her intensly. "He'll be able to get lost in chocolate brown eyes, all right," I replied. "Just not mine."

And with that, I had fleed out of their house, leaving.

Now that I think of it, I still have tears. And you know what was bad? That happened a day before my eighteenth birthday. So I decided, that the next day, I would flee to Europe, and not look back. I asked my foster father, Billy Black, one of the nicest men I've ever met, and he was all right with it. He asked me if I needed someone to come with me, and I told him that having my foster brother, Jacob Black, with me would be all right. So Billy had booked us a ticket to Berlin, Germany. We were there just two months ago. I stayed there till I was twenty, and then flew down to Paris, where I am now, with Jacob.

He was my best friend. He still is. He is always there, and he never left my side. He is game for anything, just like me. The reason I flew to Germany, is because I ran away from everything. Everything that I've known, I've run away from.

Especially Edward.

I haven't spoken to him, his family, or any of the others. None of them. The only person I spoke to was Billy, and that was it. I went to many different countries because I wanted to get inspired for my book. You are probably wondering "Where the hell did she get all the money for Germany and Paris?!"

Let me tell you. When my parents died, they had left a whole bunch of money for me in their wills. A lot of moula. So, here I am, traveling with Jacob, living my dream as a writer. I walked down the street, wearing a black hoodie sweater, with the hoodie covering up to my eyes. I could still see, so don't worry. I wore black skinny jeans, that weren't too tight, and a pair of purple Converse. My hands were in my sweater pockets, my hair straight and silky. My hair was really long now - up to my elbows.

I put on my earphones, and turned on my iPod. I chose a song that always made sense to me - since it always related to me. Not related by lyrics, just the title and the music. I clicked on it. It was "Runaway Love" by Ludacris featuring Mary J. Blige. I was never a rap fan, or hip-hop, but I gave this son an exception. It was a wonderful song.

"Runaway love

Runaway love

Now little Lisa is only 9 years old

She's trying to figure out why the world is so cold

Why she's all alone and ain't never met her family

Mama's always gone and she never met her daddy

Part of her is missing and nobody will listen

Mama is on drugs getting high up in the kitchen

Bringing home men at different hours of the night

Starting with some laughs -- usually ending in a fight

Sneaking in her room while her mama's knocked out

Trying to have his way and little Lisa says 'ouch'."

The music flowed through my ears, into my head, as I bopped my head up and down.

"She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her

Tries to tell her mom but her mama don't believe her

Lisa is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get some clothes and pack

She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

Runaway love

Runaway love ."

This is a very sad song, and I was close to crying. That's how sad it is. I rubbed my eyes, and then continued walk down the street, passing through tourists. Building and street lights blinded me as I walked. That was the thing with Paris - everything was so fucking bright.

"Little Nicole is only 10 years old

She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold

Why she's not pretty and nobody seems to like her

Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her

Yells and abuses, leaves her with some bruises

Teachers ask questions she making up excuses

Bleeding on the inside, crying on the out

It's only one girl really knows what she about

Her name is little Stacy and they become friends

Promise that they always be tight 'til the end

Until one day little Stacy gets shot

A drive by bullet went stray up on her block

Now Nicole stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack

She says she's 'bout to run away and never come back.

Runaway love

Runaway love

Runaway love."

I looked up and saw the Eiffel Tower in the distance, shining it's brightest. I had just went to the top last week. There are a lot of people visiting the Eiffel Tower. It was so hectic. Jacob almost punched one guy out for being a bastard and making racist comments. I smiled slightly, and continued zig-zagging through all the people.

"Little Erica is eleven years old

She's steady trying to figure why the world is so cold

So she pops pills to get rid of all the pain

Plus she's having sex with a boy who's sixteen

Emotions run deep and she thinks she's in love

So there's no protection he's using no glove

Never thinking 'bout the consequences of her actions

Living for today and not tomorrow's satisfaction

The days go by and her belly gets big

The father bails out he ain't ready for a kid

Knowing her mama will blow it all outta proportion

Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion

Erica is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack

She say she's about to run away and never come back.

Runaway love

Don't keep on runnin'

Runnin'

Don't keep on running

I know how you feel, I've been there

I was runnin' away too

I will run away with you

I will run away with you

Runaway Runaway Love

Don't keep running away

I'll run away with you, if you want me too."

The last sentence made me remember the past. The time Edward said that we could run away together. Just us. I know he didn't mean it in a romantic way, but I imagined it as a romantic way. I guess this time I'm the one running.

"Yea, I can only image what you're going through ladies,

Sometimes I feel like running away myself,

So do me a favor right now and close your eyes,

And picture us running away together,

when we come back everything is gonna be okay,

Open your eyes..."

One single tear drop slid down my blazed cheek, as I remembered the good times. And remembered the bad times. And remebered that day - the day it all happened. The day that I decided that he's the one for me, but I'm not the one for him. That he deserves better, and so do I. But was it always about me? What I want? I find that unfair. Edward should have who he wants, and clearly, it isn't me.

Little Bella only seventeen years old.

She's steady trying to figure out why the world is so cold

Growing up with no mom or dad Wishing for the love that she never had

Wondering why the world doesn't like her

Thinking about why her best friend never tried to stop her

Bella is stuck up in the world on her own

Forced to think that hell is a place called home

Nothing else to do but get her clothes and pack

She says she's about to run away and never come back.

A/N: Something I started. It won't be as much updated as the rest of the fics. This will go really slow, and I'll make sure it's long. All right? So please, don't beg me to updat quickly, because I won't. Please listen to that song, "Runaway Love" by Ludacris ft. Mary J. Blige during this chapter.

And the last paragraph, where Bella makes a version of the song that relates to her, I made it up. So please, DO NOT STEAL IT.

If someone did, please alert me. And then I will immediatly delete this fic. Okay?

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