Hello people! I have a new story line put up. So well yeah. I have started spring break with another story you to follow. I have been trying to update. So don't expect me to update anytime soon, that's while I rather made this one long. So next, I should be putting another chapter up for Edward and the cycle.
The brightly light shone through my lids, peacefully waking me up. My eyes fluttered, adjusting the light that gazed through my room. My eyes quickly adjusted to the view that was laid out before me. In the wide-open space, the western wall was completely glass that looked over Times Square. The bright sun shone brightly over the room leaving only the black grand piano in the shadows. A white futon was placed against the southern wall, decorated with blood red pillows that lay casually distorted among the bed. Exactly in the middle, was a rosewood desk that matches and blended into the wood floor, giving the whole room a comfort feeling. Upon the desk, was a laptop open onto a word document. Several paintings hung from the walls along with a blanket of navy blue curtains that hung from the eastern wall.
I let out a groan, reviewing what has been lain out for me to do today. On a typical Tuesday, usually I started my next piece for my current job as a writer for the New York Times. This also means, getting dress and leaving my flat to do some research. After that, my schedule can be veered of into settling down on the couch and watch reruns of Charmed with my roommate Alice Cullen.
Alice Cullen, A small, 4'10", woman with petite figure. She cans herself with the grace of a ballerina, even in high heels. She has a good eye for fashion, Fashion designer as her job at her own local boutique. Her job only kept her until four, leaving me time with myself.
I stretched as far as the futon would let be and got up. With no rush, I gather my clothes from my closet and headed out to the hall bathroom to take a shower. After my shower and prepping up, I walked down stairs into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I always had to have my coffee for it was my morning ritual. In the early weeks of Alice and I rooming together, she mistakenly misplace the coffeemaker. I don't know how she could but when I woke up that morning it was gone. Through out the whole day, I was groggy and short tempered.
Alice learned and made sure I always had my coffee.
I took my cup of black, and sat down on the stools at the kitchen isles.
"Morning, Bella!" A rather loud voice yelled behind me. At that, I literally almost dropped my cup (I was known to be rather clumsy). Speaking of the Devil… I thought. Alice walked around the isle and opened the cupboards, apparently looking for something.
"Alice? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I asked completely bewildered. She wasn't usually around in the morning during the weekdays.
"Well, today I have the day off. Tiffany is going to take my place. I am sad to miss work thought. Today, the new shirts and tanks are coming in from Germany. They are completely gorgeous online when I order them. I so hope the turn out to be as soft as gurlemma commented…" Alice went on. I usually don't pay attention when Alice storms off about some clothing matter. It's not like I miss much anyways.
Setting my cup down, I picked up the paper and scan the headline new. I nodded and smile every occasionally so Alice won't notice. She startled me out of my thoughts once her voice became squeaky when she asked a question.
"Are you sure your okay with it, Bella?"
"Sure, Sure." I answered back while given my full attention to her. Her eyes were serious but then looked down at the cup filled with orange juice that were in her hands.
"Okay, then I will be out for an hour or two to get a few errands" She said, then put the glass in the sink before headed out the door.
I resume my complete attention on the paper working my way through the articles. One article got my attention. It was an article originally from The Daily Citizen from Arkansas. It was a filler piece, about how music grows plants. "…I stopped by Clint Childers and Jordan Morris' display. They told me they found something other than what they expected in their investigation. They grew three tomato plants in identical conditions except for one thing: one plant "listened" to classical (Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart) music, one plant had ears for Linkin Park (a rock group, for those of you who don't know), and one plant had no music.
They fully expected the plant with classical music to grow taller, but they found it was the Linkin Park plant that won the growth contest…" I had to laugh at that.
The doorbell rang. I still reading the article went to the answer the door. I looked up from my paper expecting to be Alice but only to see someone else.
Usually you expect to see someone you know knocking on your door at the wee hours of the morning. However, a Greek statue? I highly doubt that. Who stood before me was a man, tall , muscular which could be seen through his form fitted shirt. His face was pale, angular that brought out many strong features. All of which mostly brought out his eyes. They were a mixed between emerald, jade and hunter green. Carefully on the rim , flecks of gold could have been seen. Not only has the color paralyzed me but the intensity. They seemed warm and mysterious. Sadly then turn hard.
"Hello?" I was all I could mutter. Even the hard look inflicted me to be out of breath.
His brows furrowed," Hello, does Alice Cullen live here?"
If his eyes could paralyze me, his voice killed me. It was so smooth. Hardly any words would reflect how his voice sounds it. He was so articulate and formal with his words.
"Yes, who are you?" i asked, my mind still somewhere else.
"Who are you?" he said in a low tone. So he was going to completely ignore my last question. Okay, two can play it that way.
"I'm her roommate. Got a problem with that?" I snapped.
He raised his eyes. "Oh, you must be Jas. It is nice to finally meet her partner. I have heard so much about you." He offered his hand. Jas? As in Jasper Hale? I looked at his hand trying to stifle a laugh. Slowly, his hand fell, and his expression was perplexed.
"Actually Alice isn't here. Was she expecting you?" I smiled. His expression softens and he nodded.
"Well she didn't tell me," I said softly. "But I guess you could wait in here for her. How do you know Alice?"
"I am her brother." He said while picking up his suitcases.
I lead him to the living room, and help him get situated while waiting for Alice on our couch. I on the other hand grabbed my coffee and cleaned up the kitchen. After cleaning the sink I heard the door slam and a high pitch squeal.
Alice.
I set aside my towel and went to the doorway to leaning against to see the most hilarious few. Alice stood in front of her brother jumping up and down. She looked like a Chihuahua next to her tall brother.
" Oh Edward, you have grown so much during the past few years. Esme must feel so small when trying to get you to get your underwear out of the bathroom." Alice exclaim.
Right on cue, Edward turned red, looking down at his shoes. He mumbled something low.
"What? Oh she doesn't care." Alice sniffed. Then he mumbled something again.
"You met Jas?" Alice said surprisingly.
"How do you think I got in here?" Edward retorted calmly.
"Jas is at work. He doesn't get off till twelve." Alice said slowly. I bit my lip to try to stifle my giggles. I knew I was in for it.
"Jas is right behind you."
Alice turned around slowly. When she saw me her face was in shock. I averted my eyes to the floor, still biting my lip.
"How long have you girls been going out?" asked Edward. Alice's face was furious.
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN! YOU TOLD MY BROTHER I WAS A LESBIAN!" she screamed. I double over in laughter. At the word "lesbian", Edward face looked petrified. I could imagine the exact thoughts that were going through his mind. His sister and I holding hands and doing other things that he would consider illegal with is sister.
When I finally was able to control my laughter, I gave a pleading look to Alice. For all I know, she could be planning my death with an over the top spandex shopping spree. Her eyes were narrowed at me, and there was no doubt that she was calculating the total price, of her torture.
"So wait," Edward finally said from behind Alice. "You're not Jas?"
"No, she is not Jas." Alice mumbled still staring at me.
"And she is your roommate?'
"Sadly she is my cynical journalist roommate that is going to have her laptop's hard drive deleted."
I had to interrupt.
"Actually Alice, I saved all my work on my office hard drive every day, so really that threat is non-existing."
Alice stuck out her tongue and stop off upstairs. She was probably going to go to her room, talk to my mother and somehow our relationship is going to be a okay. That is the beauty of living with Alice. If you piss her off, she somehow manages so be happy again with you within the next few hours. Now only if she was my boss then life itself would be incredible.
I groan at the thought of my boss. I still have my article to write and is…eleven. Enough time to think of an idea and get some research.
"So why did you have to do that?" Edward said, interrupting my plans for the rest of the day.
"Do what?"
"Tell me that you Jas, and let myself humiliate myself." He steamed. Temper much? I guess what they say about men being in the same room as their sisters are true, all work and no laugh.
"I didn't say I was Jas. All I said was, "Actually Alice isn't here. Was she expecting you." Which reminds me, why do you have luggage?"
"I am going to be living here for a year while I attend law school at NYU."
"What? Alice!" I yelled. She came down the stairs on the phone, my mother probably, smiling. I was glaring.
"Hold on Renee, Bella is asking me something," she covers the mouthpiece. "Yes Bella?"
"Why didn't you tell me your brother is staying at our flat?"
Alice, being the good for nothing actor smiled innocently. "Bella, I told you this morning remember? You said sure."
"Alice I think I would remember a conversation involving the words brother, and flat."
"Don't you remember? You were reading the paper, while drinking coffee." She scoffed. Then turned her attention to the phone, "Honestly Renee, I think Bella is starting to loose her mind. Which being a writer, her mind was probably out the window before I met her." Alice went back to her room.
So this is how god repays me? I had to choose between reading about musical growing plants and getting a heart attack over listen it Alice, lose my mind, and then get a heart attack. Now is the time to switch over to worshipping Buddha. At least he would take pity over my brain. Let alone, cut the phone cord when Alice is talking to my mom.
"Great, I get stuck with a shopping addict, and a psychopath. Just my luck." Edward mumbled. At least Buddha would hit a person like him.
"Well thank you very much. If I wasn't here you would be living in a pink flat and be Alice's dress up doll. I really appreciate the no sense of humor." I retorted. I grabbed my bag and went out the door.
Guy's like him is the reason why I started writing. Their witty, stubborn, and smart-ass attitude is the greatest power drive besides coffee. People thought I was crazy for not trying to get Mike Newton fired. Mike was a nice person and all but sometimes, his head is so thick. After the first twenty times he tried to ask me out within the first hour of my job, I got a promotion and a pay-raise for my creative writing and persistent speed that Mike Newton drove me through. Edward is another Mike Newton. After leaving our building, I head straight to Javier. I order my cup of coffee and started pounding away at my laptop. Theme of my article? The rate of how many people make it into the law business. Turns out, it the percentage was high but the total jobs available got the low end of the stick. I really emphasized the type of character you need to be successful.
My friend and owner of the place joined me after I sent the article to my job account. Angela was different from Alice. She was calm, reserved and never pester you for any information. But I knew she want to know something by the way she kept on giving me look out the corner of her eyes while she watch the pianist that was now playing.
"Just spit it out Ange," I finally said. She was making me nervous. She took a sip from her tea then looked me directly in the eye.
"Something is bothering you." She stated. No someone is driving me insane.
" Nothing is wrong, just doing my work." I mumbled. Ange knew better than that.
"Is it Mike again?" she question. So close, but barely there.
" No , but Alice's brother is coming to visit us." She furrowed her eyebrows
" And how is that bad? It's nice to have you roommates family visit for a while. I got to learn more about Ben."
"I don't think a year qualifies as a while, Ange." I muttered.
"I still don't see the problem."
" Edward, is a ostentatious jerk with no humor majoring in law."
"What did you do Bella?" Angela sighed.
" Well it's not my fault that Alice told me he was staying here when I was reading the paper. She knows I tune her out when I am reading. So he comes knocking on the door , totally unaware of him staying. For Buddha sake's, it's not my fault he thought I was Jas. So, not knowing he is Alice's brother I told him I was Jas, making him believe that Alice and I are lesbians. When Alice found out, she was angry, I was on the floor and Edward was petrified. He thinks I am a psychopath for crying out loud. How do you suppose I should take that. He already loathes me for one little joke." I gasp. Angela just looked at me.
"For Buddha's sake?"