Finger Deep within the Borderline
All credit goes to Stephanie Meyer; they're her characters, I'm just using them for a little fun. ;) Basics of this story: Bella and Edward, both human and in college, after a torturous six months, realize they kind of belong together. You know how it goes, Bella will be after Jacob and the truth will finally dawn upon her... This story will include: sex, drugs, rock n' roll, and expletives. So the rating, although it may seem harsh because I'm not sure how smutty things will get, is for the better…
If you're reading this, I truly hope you enjoy the story and take it for what it is. I don't promise anything specially eventful or innovative in the realm of Fanficiton, just a good ole' Bella x Edward story, based on personal experience. This is mostly for me, but I'd love it if you'd join the ride. Because discovering love is one thing, one AMAZING thing, and being able to share it with all of you, just a perk I suppose.
Another aside, the title comes from a song by Tool, "Stinkfist," one of my recent favorites from a band that one awesome jackass has shown me. You know who you are.
LASTLY, I swear, this story will be EXTREMELY different from my last. I'm years older and wiser…
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I exhaled a deep breath and plopped myself onto my new bed, a twin long, to be exact. I was in college, in the big kids' league now, and for that, I got a big kid's bed; albeit it was an uncomfortable one with little padding, worn away from the loads of sex, or loads of blown loads, that had occurred on the bed, but I wasn't going to let a couple horny kids ruin my fun.
I had two roommates, not the best of housing situations, especially coming from my own room in a house inhabited by a total of two people including me, but it could be worse. My roommates' names were Lauren and Angela. Angela, the quiet gamer type, I could tell would take a little bit of coercing to get her to warm up to me. Nothing against her, she just had one of those really shy personalities. I was amazed, though, by the collection of video games and instruments she had brought with her to our triple. A guitar, a saxophone, a flute, and an amp (I know not an instrument just elaborating… sheesh) was just an abbreviated list of all the musical gadgets she had dragged along. I wasn't surprised though. After all, she was a declared sound recording technology major. Not something I could ever fathom doing considering the sheer amount of math and tech savvy required to complete the simplest tasks. Just the idea of it made my head hurt.
Lauren, on the other hand, was a birdie, a flockin' one at that. Nothing against her either, just, she liked all the attention she got and made sure she got it. One of those girls who spends two hours in the morning getting ready for school, just to get a couple of head-turns. Now I'm not sure if those head-turns were for the amount of cleavage she showed, or for the profuse amounts of perfume she sprayed, but can you blame a brother for trying to get some fresh air, out in the open? But regardless, she was nice enough and politely carried out conversations with me so we had no issues.
Now that I was moved in came the bigger issue: making friends, I guess. The idea taunted me; it was never something I was good at. I was a loner, like my dad Charlie. And no amount of human contact was ever going to change that. But, I told myself, I had to try. I knew that I wouldn't find what I was looking for among my own roommates so I ventured to the third floor. After all, my building was only four floors, first and third inhabited by women, second and fourth by men. Obviously I wasn't going to the second and fourth floors. Men were a foreign species to me. And I rather not expose everyone to my tell-tale blush the first day.
Thankfully, I already knew a girl on the third floor from orientation, Alice, and I knew I could count on her for some sense of friendship.
And that's how I found myself trudging up the stairs, knocking on her door, and plastering a smile to my face.
"Hello?" a smiling, blond girl, shyly answered the door. So I see we were in the same boat then…
"Hi, I'm actually looking for Alice?" I didn't mean it to come out as a question, it kind of just, happened? Whenever I first met someone, I always tended to question myself a lot. And it showed.
"Yeah, come in," Alice chimed. She was just putting the last finishing touches on her impeccably-made bed. Not one crease in sight. I did a mental eye-roll. What was with this girl and perfection? Who really ever gave a shit? In college no less.
I took several hesitant steps forward, just enough for the blond girl to shut the door, and engaged in some small talk with Alice. Although we hadn't seen each other since orientation in June and it had been three months, conversation with her was surprisingly not uncomfortable. I mean, after orientation, I really shouldn't have expected it to be. After all, we had easily warmed up to one another exchanging the pains and grievances we dealt with on a monthly basis. You ladies know what I'm talking about…
After a bit of chatter about this and that, Alice and I decided to try and wrangle up a bunch of people to play "Apples to Apples." You can say whatever shit you want about that game, but I still love it; if anything, for the sheer ridiculousness of it.
With Alice's can-do attitude and relentless insistence, we brushed through all the floors, including those with the male species, and gathered a significant crowd to join us in the dormitory basement for a sure-to-be awkward, but eventful game.
STUDIOUS. SMART. STUDIES WAY TOO MUCH. MINECRAFT? These were all things written blatantly across the foreheads of the kids who decided to join us in the basement. I really shouldn't have been surprised, I lived in an Honors dorm… After all, I knew it was written all over me too.
After much card shuffling and furniture rearranging, the game finally began. As each person put down their card, they also introduced themselves. For a bunch of nerds, I was surprised how comfortable some of these kids felt around other people, new people. I tried to play myself off with a robust character, a bit edgy, daring in what I would say, borderline appropriate and comments that would be expected of my male counterparts. This way, people here would not see me as they did in high school, people who never bothered to look beyond my bright rain jacket or backpack, but as a young, well-defined, and totally self-assured woman. Except for the nervous laugh, I almost had it mastered. I think everyone was convinced, and I was thoroughly satisfied.
When the time came for Day to pick a card, yes, Day, one of Alice's roommates, she gracefully leaned forward, arm and hand extended, and proceeded to fall from the chair, smack her forehead against the coffee table, and fall to the ground. Everyone sat there, stunned. What had just happened?
But before anyone could really make sense of the situation or get up from their seats to help her, she began violently shaking, seizing to be exact. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her body kept twisting and jerking unnaturally. It all happened so fast I'm not sure who moved the furniture out of the way or kept her jaw shut, making sure she didn't bite her tongue, all I remember was standing there in utter shock. I had never seen anyone have a seizure before. And I wanted to be a doctor! Was this how I was going to react? Do absolutely nothing when someone needed help?
The EMTs were called and took care of the situation from there. After Day was taken to the hospital, some brave, remaining souls helped me pick up all the scattered cards around the floor. The mood to be social was effectively killed and everyone returned back to their respective rooms without so much as a goodbye.
I knew classes hadn't even started yet, but my eyes were certainly starting to open…
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Clarifications (or things that I feel you may not know but really should):
Alice, in this story, WILL NOT BE Edward's sister. Any members of the Cullen clan will be separate entities as far as I'm concerned… for now.
Birdie is slang for a girl who sucks a lot of, well, you know. Just putting it out there for those of you who had any doubts…
In addition, if anything in the story seems random, that's because as I said, this story is mostly for me. So every event in the story is the truth, or some semblance of it, and therefore has been included because I would like to, you could say, poetically document the progression of my first truly meaningful personal relationship. Therefore, many of the characters may seem "out of character," but they fit pretty well with people in real life. Any feedback would be appreciated but is not necessary. If you have something nice to say, great! But if you have something to comment on or a suggestion for my writing, even better! If it weren't for you guys, my writing would never improve!
Finally, I'd just like to thank you for taking the time to read this first chapter, of a story I promise I will finish, and encourage you to keep reading and broadening your literary horizons, always.
P.P.S. If you're wondering when things will get juicy, I am planning to introduce Jacob into the story next chapter. I will not be doing any JPOV, however, I will certainly include EPOV when I get there… If you have any further persisting questions, feel free to ask!
