Things to expect in this story:
Fast pace,
Edward's a werewolf, guys, get used to it.
Jacob's a Vampire,
Flirty Edward, condescending Bella,
Comment. You comment, I write,
Edward and Bella's relationship is going to be fast paced,
Slight sexual content
Bella has blue eyes.
A/N: There are 15 chapters in this story that are all written. Therefore, I update soley on your comments. Enjoy.
1.
"Wingaduim levosa!"
Angela cried and threw her arms above her head, circling like a maniac in my living room.
"This isn't Harry-fucking-Potter, Ange!" I cried and gripped my hair, silver sparks floating from my fingers and landing on the burgundy carpet. I had just told my best friend since Kindergarten, Angela, that I was a witch. The result? She ran around the room screaming her ass off and practicing tricks with her limited edition Harry Potter wand. Yeah, big mistake.
"Bella! Can I meet Harry?" She giggled and threw her arms up again. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, Great! I turned my friend delusional... Score one for Bella!
"I'm not kidding, Ange." I solemnly replied and waved my hand in front of my face. Immediately, my usual make-up covered my face and my clothing changing from the fuzzy pyjamas to my new attire. "See?"
"Oh yeah!" She snorted and piled her hair up in a loose bun. "Totally magically! Ha! Bella, how transparent do you think I am? Magic!" She laughed again, swiped up the keys to the Ford, and snorted her way out to the car.
Sighing, I ran a hand over my hair and watched as each tendril twirled up into a French Braid... I could hear Angela's snorts from here. Tell a girl you're a witch and she laughs her ass off... Tell her you don't like Harry Potter and she attempts to slaughter you like a lamb.
I took one final glance in the mirror and shook my head, Women.
"Come on Bella! Or can you just transport your way to the car?" Angela cackled from the confides of the car.
Would she ever believe me? She wouldn't believe me if I told her our best-friends were mythical creatures too. I saw no reason to not give her what she wanted. Soon, the living room dissolved into an image of the car, my ass my parked firmly on the leather seat with a scorn.
"Yes actually, I can." I huffed and leaned into the seat. She had the decency to look shocked before she laughed and turned on the ignition.
See what I mean? Women or, more specifically, Angela.
Forks passed us in one big green blur. The sky was cloudy, filled with ominous clouds that would soon bear down their reign of terror upon us. Talk trees had built their roots on either sides of the dusty roads, their long limbs entwining, catching all the glittering rain drops in their mossy midst's. I had been living in Forks for all of my life with my father, Charlie, and my erratic mother, Renée. They were away doing business for the S.O.M and had allowed Angela to stay over for a week.
"Why don't you believe me, Ange?" I asked as she cut the ignition. Fork's high school was a small brick building that housed 150 students in its 30 rooms.
"Because- Magic doesn't exist Bella. This is just like the time in Colorado when you tried to get me to believe that we ran over a homeless guy! Next you're going to tell me Jakes a Vampire and Edward and his crazy family are werewolves!"
I nervously laughed.
They were.