Yin & Yang

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters, they belong respectively to Stephanie Meyer. These words however are my own.

AN: This was originally planned to be a long one shot but I had a sudden theory and I wanted to test it, which means you will all have to wait until after I see how that little idea of mine plays out. Oh and Middle Ground (A Twilight one shot) is now up as well. Anyway, enjoy! (Rated Mature for future chapters. Which I'm hoping you all know what that means X3).

"That will be all Mrs. Swan. Thank you" I looked up into the watery eyes of a gremlin looking man no taller than I was and dropped my paintbrush into the bucket stretching my cramped fingers. I gave a curt nod and unraveled my legs from the Indian style position I had been sitting and tried ignoring the numbness that shot through my right foot.

"Um thanks Mr. Greenback" I said, shifting uncomfortably "Sorry for all the trouble I caused".

I wasn't really all that apologetic but I figured it would be the right thing to say. I was referring of course to the over turned table, squashed costumes, broken plastic swords and the actors toe I had accidentally crushed during my time inside of the High School theater and not the actual reason that I was in his presence at the moment. Besides it had been his idea for me to come here in the first place.

Mr. Greenback turned up his nose in a rather unattractive way and gave a short huff "Yes, well see to it that it doesn't happen again" he snipped turning his back to wave the other students away and dismiss them in an orderly fashion.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips at the prospect of all this being over; I was finally being set free. When half of the auditorium was empty I heard the smooth as velvet voice that I had come to know so well just by the side of my ear.

"So, how was your first time in detention?" he asked casually watching as I turned to face him with a grim look, but my expression changed within a few moments of looking at him, how could I stay depressed when being stared at by the face of an Angel?

I wanted to meld into his arms and breathe his Heavenly scent but the coughing bark of the ever so pleasant Mr. Greenback forced me not to. It was our 'fraternizing' in the hallways that caused us to be sent here in the first place, so I focused on Edward's bright amber orbs instead.

"Horrible, you already know all the destruction I caused in the first five minutes of being here right? Well some of the other students thought it would be best if I was away from hazardous material and sent me to paint Juliet's entire balcony. I have calluses on top of calluses!" I moaned displaying my raw palms and wiggling my fingers.

Edward chuckled lightly and caught my wrists to bring my aching hands to his lips, instantly they were soothed "I think you would have made a gorgeous looking Juliet you know," he told me for the third time that day. "I'm sure the Newton boy would have just loved that," his light teasing sent a wave of pink to my cheeks causing me to clear my throat and look away.

I had initially expressed some interest in the Romeo and Juliet play when the flyers were put up around school, after all the sweet lyrics of Shakespeare's were how I imagined Edward to be. But once Mike Newton caught wind of my infatuation with the production he had a sudden interest in playing the leading male role and thus blabbing to me that I would be the Juliet of his choice. Thankfully I was saved however as it had been Lauren who won the part which was much of course to Mike's dismay.

"So…." I began trying to direct the attention off of myself "How was your detention? Was it everything you imagined it to be?"

A sort of embarrassed sheepish grin spread across Edward's face "This actually isn't my first time in detention Bella".

I blinked and tried to hold back some astonishment. Everyone idolized the Cullens, how could the most perfect one have gotten into trouble here or anywhere else? I waited for him to explain himself as he took my hand and led me out of the now dark theatre. I hadn't realized we were almost the only ones left.

"Once myself and Emmett caught a school on fire" he shrugged, not thinking it was a big deal "It was only a small one of course with the bunts and burners but we had detention for a whole week".

I laughed and pretended to be appalled "Who knew I had such a delinquent for a boyfriend?" I mused grinning as we walked through the rest of the hallway and down the stairs.

After collecting our belongings from the lockers we made our way to the front office to sign out and pick up the slips saying that we had indeed attended our sentence. A few other students were there to apparently having the same shameful duty. Both Edward and I waited at the back of the line.

"It's really coming down out there…"

"Yeah, it's like a typhoon or something. I heard the waves at La Push are crazy!"

"I hope the roads aren't to bad. I hate driving when the roads are this bad"

"The phones are down to. I'm going to have to get a ride with someone else now"

I continued to catch snippets of conversations as we waited for our turn. Was it really that bad out? I hadn't heard that rain was in the forecast but this was Forks and I usually didn't expect much else.

Clearing my head I focused on the raspy voice that was clearly trying to get my attention "Come on then girl what is it? I don't have all night you know!" I shrank back by her harsh tone. Jeez, was it in a teachers job description to be mean?

Edward tried smoothing the situation over "Yes we're here to have our Detention slips signed. We would really very much appreciate it if you could take a look at them" as usual the sweet melodic voice of the one I loved had me mesmerized in a second. But clearly this woman had been sent straight from hell.

"Oh you're those kind of kids hmm? You know what we did to hooligans like you back in my day? We used to have these cleaver wooden rulers that…." She continued on her rant all the while peering at us from under large horn-rimmed glasses, she sort of looked like a possessed owl with really bad fashion sense. Finally after she was done and much coaxing on Edwards part our slips were signed.

We shuffled out the door as quick as we could and parted ways with the school. As soon as we stepped outside the rain hit us with tidal wave sheets; I gripped Edward's hand as we made a run for it barely being able to make out any detail around us at all. Soon however my big red truck slowly came into view and I numbly searched around in my backpack for the keys to it, unlocking the door I flopped onto the seat and quickly wrenched open the passenger door as Edward climbed in beside me. I wiped some of the excess water from my face just as it was slowly dripping down my nose and jammed the key into the ignition. The feral snarl that sounded beneath me along with a flash of lightening was what frightened me next.

And then there was nothing but the sound of my own heartbeat as death occurred.