"Bella, dear, could you wake your brother up?" my mother asked me. I nodded. "Got it, mom." I ran to my brother Micheal's room and set his alarm clock to ring in one minute, that would do the trick.
Fortunately, the alarm clock ring and Micheal groggily woke up. I saw him come down as my parents and I ate breakfast. He was a bit grumpy.
"Micheal, why didn't you get up earlier?" my father strictly questioned Micheal. Due to his grumpiness, Micheal responded sassily.
"Because. I just didn't feel like waking up. I didn't even do anything wrong, so don't even try to chastise me..." Micheal usually isn't like this. It's just that he woke up to a loud alarm clock in his ear this this, my father obviously didn't like the attitude. But what could he do? We had to leave for the bus soon.
"Fine, go." my dad grumbled before storming into the kitchen. My mother awkwardly followed him as my brother ordered me to hurry up and get him a snack from the kitchen.
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We're the Bachelors-a name my father hold much pride in.
Everyone in Sunset Valley thinks we're really stereotypical as a family, but I love them genuinely. My father's strict, but truly kind. My mother is, very much, motherly; and Micheal seems like your typical teenage boy. I'm just Bella. My mother always gloats over how polite and proper my brother and I are seen in our town. Neither of us really have much of an opinion on that-but I guess that's your daily dose of exposition!
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After school, my brother had gotten over his grumpiness, and he and my father were on good terms again. Soon after getting off the bus, Micheal had raced into the house to apologize to our father. Our father immediately accepted it, stating that it was just a 'bad morning' and that he 'hoped that won't happen again'. Micheal promised it wouldn't-a promise that has a chance at being broken...
My homework was starting to get a little difficult for me-we were beginning Life Science, you see-and I asked my mother to invite a friend of mine's over to help me out.
"Mom, may I invite a friend over to help me with homework?" I asked. My mother looked a bit concerned.
"Yes, you may, but what do you need help with? Maybe I could help instead." She glanced warily at my homework notebook. I shook my head. "No thank you, I find it funner with my friend. But thank you very much for the offer!" With that, I ran to my find the phone.
Once I got to the phone, I dialed in the number. After a little waiting, my friend picked up.
"Hello?" His voice was clear.
"Hey! This is Bella."
"Oh, hey Bella." I could hear a bit of yelling on the other side. I grimaced, trying to imagine who it was.
"Er...is anything going on?"
"Parents just sort of...fighting, I guess." No wonder he sounded so glum.
"Well, if you need an excuse to get out, I need some help on my homework. Think you could come over to help me?" I asked.
"Sure. I'll be there in a few minutes." He hung up.
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Mortimer is my best friend. He's kind of a grump, which makes all the other kids in town avoid him, but I love him very much. I prefer him to my brother, honestly. He's really smart, and I come to him for help most of the time. His parents founded Sunset Valley, in fact, and I'm pretty sure they're divorcing.
One thing that I find odd about him is his last name. It's pretty unusual to find a person whose last name correlates with them as a person. Take my last name into example-nobody in my family has ever been a Bachelor. Unless Micheal becomes one, but oh well. Mortimer's last name is Goth-and one thing I noticed is his love for the color black. Not that he dresses up in black daily, but still. Black is a gothic color, right?
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Mortimer arrived on his bike. My dad was the one to greet him, and they chatted for a little before coming in. Micheal went up to my friend and gave him a friendly hug before asking how his day was.
My family is rather fond of Mortimer-particularly my brother. Micheal's pretty good friends with Mortimer, and it's kind of comforting to think that I brought in a new friend for him. I worry that he gets lonely sometimes.
Anyways, I had been waiting at the table for Mortimer to arrive. The moment he saw me, his normally dark and gloomy eyes brightened a little.
"Hi Bella." he greeted me, with a downcast voice. Don't fret, because I know for sure his eyes brightened-just a little, but still-even though his voice is still gloomy. I skipped over to hug him.
"How're you feeling, Mort?" I asked. He solemnly nodded a reply, whatever that meant.
After a bit of conversing on how the day was, and some news of new people coming to town, we went to our homework.
As stated in the exposition I gave before, Mortimer's a genius. I think he should be a scientist when he grows up. Whenever we have anything to do in Science, Mortimer is always doing better than the rest of us. This included homework.
Whenever I asked a question, Motimer would promptly give me a 5-minute speech on the topic. Sometimes, my parents or (more often) Micheal would attempt to help out, but Mortimer was always pulling out his lecure before they popped up.
By the time we both finished, the curfew for us children was near, and Mortimer had to go.
Micheal spent an excessive amount of time giving Mortimer 'bro-like' high-fives and 'man hugs'. My mother gave him some cookies to bring to his family, and my dad sent him home with a pat on the back.
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At family dinner, Micheal spoke about how his day went.
"You know, we're having prom soon, and I was thinking of asking Holly Alto out...I mean, we're pretty good friends and all, but I want to see if I can take it to the next step with her..." My mother congratulated my brother while my father choked over hearing the word 'Alto'.
My mother talked about her day sorting out books. "Somehow, a lady managed to give birth in the library! Today was very odd, indeed. I think it was an Ursine or something who was in labor." My father also choked over hearing the phrase 'in labor' as my brother and I excitedly probed her about the incident. Apparently, my mother was too freaked out to help with the delivery. Not that the lady truly needed help, of course.
I told everyone about this discussion I heard. It was from some teenagers-I think, the Bunch girl with pigtails, the babysitter that everyone thinks is a thief, and my classmate Miraj's older brother. They were talking about some 'woohoo-ing' and kissing and gross stuff like that. I guess I had been staring too intently, because soon, they realized my presence, and called me a 'gold digger' for 'wanting the Goth Kid's money'. The Bunch girl snickered and said that I'd be his 'personal postitude' or something like that, despite my protests.
My family seemed stunned over my tale. Micheal seemed angry about those teenagers mocking me, and said that this was the reason nobody even liked VJ. My mom was just silently shocked, and she struggled to rise from the table. My dad, for the third time this dinner, was choking over...whatever everyone else was flipping out over.
"No more," my father struggled to let out, "Bella, please go to you room.". Before I asked what was wrong, my mother added in, "For your father's sake-please." My mother was apparently trying not to faint. Micheal hurriedly led me to my room.
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Well, that was one heck of a ride. I wrote this because I couldn't find a lot of good Bella Bachelor fanfictions. At first, I was really ashamed to write this, because who the heck writes a fanfiction over a game? But after a sudden surge of Beltimer/Mortibella feels, I just knew I had to.