Summary: A different first meeting. What would have happened if Edward didn't want to drink Bella's blood; he just wanted to borrow her shampoo?
Disclaimer: When Stephenie Meyer sells the rights on eBay, I will own this. Until then…not mine.
Author's Note: This idea came to me while munching on some strawberries. Thanks to eRegz for makin' me write this (today) and makin' it that much funnier. Now, read this and then go read her stories, too. Advance apologies, but I'm leaving internet access for two weeks and won't be able to update until i get back. Why, then, did i update now? Instead of waiting? Well, talk to eRegz.
Edward sat, bored out of his mind, in Biology. He'd already taken this course four times, and unfortunately, there were no interesting humans to read the thoughts of. Not that he would, mind you.
Sighing to himself, Edward resigned himself to the monotony.
It was then, when he had lost all hope that a beautiful brown-eyed girl stumbled into his desk. She blushed an absolutely gorgeous shade of pink, and muttered an embarrassed apology. She hesitantly took the seat next to him, and immediately started copying the teacher's lecture into her notebook.
Edward, however, didn't even hear the teacher. He was completely preoccupied with an unbelievable scent. It was tangy, sweet; absolutely irresistible. Mmmm, he thought, strawberries. He slowly turned his head, eyes wide, and nostrils flaring, towards the source of this intoxicating fragrance.
Quickly scanning the room with his peripheral vision, he tried to locate the strawberries. When he couldn't see any, he tried to think of the reason he smelled them. Maybe it was a girl's lip-gloss, or perfume. He quickly discarded this thought, because most perfumes just smelled like the chemicals they were made of, and lip-gloss never smelled this real.
Becoming increasingly frustrated, Edward decided to ask the new girl if she smelled the elusive strawberries. Or if, perhaps, she was hiding some in her book bag.
"Excuse me, but do you smell that?" He asked. She glanced quickly up at him and then around the room. She returned her confused gaze to his intense eyes.
"Um, smell what?" He gasped in indignation at her response.
"The strawberries…" he whispered, "don't you smell the strawberries?"
"Not really, no." Trying to be subtle, she shifted her chair away when his left eye began to twitch.
Edward noticed her fright through the thick fog of strawberry goodness in his mind, and tried to be less intense.
"Hi, I'm Edward. What's your name?" She looked at him as if he had two heads, or were a vampire (ha- ha he thought) but answered him anyway.
"I'm Bella. It's my first day here, actually." Bella appeared self-conscience, and abruptly stopped talking. Edward smiled at her and had the surprising pleasure of her blush and increased heartbeat. Apparently trying to flirt with him, Bella flipped her hair and then blushed a deeper shade of pink and went back to her notebook.
Edward, on the other hand, wouldn't be moving anytime soon. His eyes had widened further, his body had stiffened; she had the strawberries. Somehow, somewhere, the mesmerizing smell of strawberries was emanating from her. His relief at having found the source of the smell was short-lived; now, another question was driving him wild.
Why did she smell like strawberries?
Author Note: Thanks for reading, and please review if you feel like it.
