Disclaimer:
For all intents and purposes;
No copyright infringement intended. The Twilight Saga and all characters involved within this story are the property of Stephenie Meyer. However, the plot is entirely my own.
-This applies to the rest of the story.
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Self Induced Nightmare for Lightning and Thunder
Beep… beep,bee-bee-be-beep…
(A sound that breaks through the sweet bliss of dark unconsciousness –sleep.)
A tired moan, that sounded more like a groan, feathered fleetingly through my parting lips, when seemingly incoherent vibrations turned to sound and escaped my dry lips.
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep…
I moaned, yet again, as I shifted underneath the soft cotton of my peacock-colored bed sheets and sank deeper into their lingering warmth. Feeling the gentle kiss of the sun's warmth seeping through my closed mahogany-wooden blinds gave me a slight pause. The warmth of the morning sun turned my frowning lips into a content, reminiscent, gentle smile as I remembered, in fragmented frames and images, parts of my interrupted sweet dreams –sadly, always a dream never to be made into reality.
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep…
However, at the still lingering, shrilling annoyance and the sudden realization that something was amiss, a frown creased my brow, which brought my attention to a small discomfort at the very center of it. I sighed. It was kind of sticky. The thought of gingerly lifting my hand and explore what the discomfort might be crossing my mind, with fleeting repartee –it was the thought that mattered. I muttered something incoherent under my breath, something along the lines of, "Come hit her birdie outside my window, yes, you, the one making the ruckus –I mean, singing– just outside my window and swat this away". Mind you, I'm not delusional, at least, not yet. I chuckled darkly as the thought of plucking all the feathers from that happy little bluebird just outside my window crossed my mind. Hey, it might give it something new to chirp about during my peaceful morning, which, incidentally, had no room for happy occurrences. Unless they came wrapped up in cream and peaches skin and accompanied the ruby mouth of my seductress… yes, only then.
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep…
What was that infuriating noise? And why, oh why, was my unwillingness to move my hand, so as to scratch at the discomfort over my forehead, so irrevocable? Why was my body not obeying my chaste wishes? I sighed, yet again.
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep… [Groan]
Was this the true meaning of repercussion? What was happening around me, this morning? Finally, my unluckiness was catching up to my happiness. Too much of a good thing can apparently be bad… Maybe the whole reincarnation thing was true and that was what was going on now, I wagered. My brow quirked in contemplation at the thought and caused whatever it was to poke my forehead, making it itchy. I loathed being itchy. Great, now I'm pouting!
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep…
I think it is time for me to do something about that bickering beep,yes, the one obstructing through my calm ambience like a mad-hammer… just, let me find out what is on my forehead first. (Groan) I need more sleep! Dejectedly, I sighed.
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep…
My hand, finally obeying the brainwaves sent its way, lifted as my eyes fluttered slightly open and I flinched. Opening my eyes was a bad idea, just as they had opened, I had closed them and covered my stinging eyes with my right hand –halting my left hand's quest in the process. My supposedly closed blinds were actually currently open, allowing the blinding light of the sun to poor in… Strange. I thought I had closed them last night before going to bed. Though, this explained one mystery. Now, for the other.
Beep… beep, bee-bee-be-beep…
Slowly, experimentally, I tried opening my eyes once more but they wouldn't obey, time for calculating and taking inventory of my other senses then. Experimentally, I tried approaching the matter from another more appealing angle, if you would. My obedient left hand clenched and unclenched lightly at my side, my feet rotated in their socket, so everything was in order. Meaning, I was still not ready for waking, as a result my eyes remained closed a little while longer…
Smell. I took a small sniff of the air given the delicate whiff that suddenly invaded my senses, unable to identify it. –My lips curled into a diminutive, sincere and goofy-smile as my hand purposefully slammed onto the spiky off button on my alarm clock– Ahh… alarm clock, I see, that's what that annoying sound was. Another lungful and I realized that the air smelled like pancakes, syrup, eggs, maybe bacon, and something else that I could not place but attacked my stomach with hunger nonetheless, making it growl in response.
And that is what you call yet another unexplainable occurrence to add to the list of growing mysteries –I had yet to wake, meaning, food should not be made and ready to eat. My stomach rumbled at the mere thought. And, since I'm still pointing out rare mysteries here, I had not set my alarm last night. Heck, I neverset my alarm; I seem to have –what my best friend likes to call– an inhumane, internal alarm that wakes me up without the use of annoying technology. Then why, you may ask, do I have the unnecessary appliance?
Long story short –courtesy of the bestfriend, truly explains it all. And, it is not just anyalarm clock, which is the other part of the joke. It is, actually, a Naruto alarm clock; you know, from that Animeshow –with the teenage, goofball, ninja in training, with spiky blond hair? No? Yes? Ring any bells in that racketing brain yet? The thing of the matter is that said best friend gave it to me for my last birthday, deciding to be funny because she thought Naruto looked like me. She can be a kidder sometimes, that girl.
I smiled warmly at the sweet recollection, remembering how I had almost peed in my pants from laughing so much that day. That was, of course, after unsuccessfully trying to look indignant, which lasted two seconds flat. She had me running around the house with smoke bombs in our wake as we pretended that I was the goofball readying to do the "Sexy No Jutsu" and she became its sexy result in a barely there bikini after I escaped under the disguise of the smoke bomb, only to hide behind the closest pillar. Some chocked on food, others had soda spraying out of their noses, or both, due to our antics. Needless to say, the more responsible adults deemed food a safety hazard after that and held the food ransom and under surveillance until we quieted down. Did I mention I had turned twenty then?
Good memories, good times…
I wagered another swift waft of that sinfully delicious-smelling aroma and my stomach agreed with my too slow mind; I needed to have that smell. Now, to go over my morning routines of 'Waking up by Jasper Whitlock' –First off, mess my already messy bed-hair –and… whatisthis? I frowned as my hand met a flimsy obstruction as it lazily traveled the length of my face to my platinum-blond hair.
I lightly pulled at the square-like obstruction, it was sticky but not hard to rid off, just took me off guard, and made my borrowed frown even more defined. Blinking furiously with undermined intrigue and trying, almost without success, to adjust my sensitive vision to the bright sunlight, as I stared ahead at what seemed to be a square piece of paper that I instantly recognized belonged to her, it could only be hers.
It was a light blue, scented sticky-note, previously glued to my forehead and now my finger, with… writing on it, and shaped like an arrowhead? I squinted at the familiar scribble, trying to make out the words with my sleep heavy lidded eyes. No wonder I could not make out the words! I had it upside down! Righting the note, so that the arrow now pointed left, I squinted further, and read; MORNING SLEEPY HEAD! FOLLOW THE DIRECTION OF THE ARROW AND LOOK TO THE FLOOR!
My heart began to pound adrenaline, in an erratic manner that could not possibly be healthy, pulsing blood through my veins and up, up to my suddenly lightheaded brain. I recognized the emotion –exhilaration. My poor heart was surely threatening to leave an imprinted bruise upon my chest where it conducted its assaulted thrashing –like I said, unhealthy. However, I could not help it or blame my weak heart; she always seemed to do these kinds of things to us –only her.
Just the thought of herbeing here, in my home, made me nervous. It did not matter that she came over every day, she still managed to tilt my axis and change my course and all the while I'd talk to her through the dryness of my cottonmouth. My palms instantly became sweaty, and my body was slowly but surely losing control as my heart pounded in something that was surely more than overdrive.
Feeling almost silly, I glanced at my chest, verifying that my assumptions were, in fact, exaggerations and that there would not be an imprint in the shape of my unruly heart there. Sighing with satisfaction at my discovery and surprised that I was "fine" and not going into cardiac arrest, I let my eyes lithely scan the room for any sight of her. Dismayed, I came up short; she was not here, within the confinements of my room.
Remembering what the note said, my hopes renewed. I sat up in bed and leaning over on my left, glanced at my wooden floor over the edge of my waterbed; I was wide-awake now. There, on the floor, was yet another, written on, light blue arrow-head-sticky-note, leading the many multicolored others. I chuckled and shook my head at the sight as I reached for the note with my next instructions. Only Bella could come up with something like this.
TO THE BATHROOM
FOLLOW THE SMALL ARROWED ROAD ;) [Wink]
NO STOPPING ALONG THE WAY!
I wobbled eagerly out of bed and once my feet hit the cold floor I padded over quickly to my dresser to gather the minimum essentials; underwear and an undershirt. But as I opened the drawer I was met with yet another post-it. This one read;
:| [Angry Face]
DO I KNOW YOU OR DO I KNOW YOU?
WHAT DID I INSTRUCT?
FOLLOW IT TO THE LETTER!
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A/N: There's more to come... this turned out to be longer than I had anticipated before... give me some reviews, please?