Butterfly: The Continued Story by theinfinitexsadness
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Also, the songs used in this fic are not mine, I'm just borrowing them for their outstanding lyrical content.
Ask and you shall receive! Due to the positive response that my one shot received, and the (playful) threatening messages, I've decided to extend this story. I can't guarantee how long it's going to be, but I'm going to try to make it as long as I can. Thank you so much to those who read my one shot and enjoyed it enough to encourage me to keep it going. You guys are awesome!
**If you're planning on reading this and you haven't read my one shot, you may want to do that first. It's in EPOV and it's the beginning.**
-CHAPTER 1-
BPOV
I hate the 12-7 shift. I mean seriously, I don't understand why the diner is open 24 hours. The only customers we seldom get in the middle of the night are those that are passing through and taking a break from driving. When I work the graveyard shift, I'm usually sitting on a stool and reading, or sometimes I bring my laptop and surf the internet. I've told my mother countless times that we should just close at midnight, but she insists that we stay open. This diner means everything to her, it always has. Ever since Mr. and Mrs. Cope passed away, she's been determined to keep that place running just like they always did— with friendly service, 24 hours a day. It also keeps her busy and her mind preoccupied, keeping her thoughts and worries off my father who's in Afghanistan right now. I don't really like to think about it much. It hurts to think that something could happen to him. Sure, we don't have the typical father-daughter relationship, and we've never really been that close, but I still can't help but feel worried.
My father is, without a doubt, your typical army man. With that being said, it shocks most people when I say that I had a normal childhood and adolescence. I wasn't allowed to date until I was sixteen, although it's not like I did much of that anyway. My curfew was midnight, but that wasn't a big deal because I didn't go to parties. The majority of my adolescence was spent indoors, listening to records. Truthfully, I'd never done anything spontaneous in my life until just over a year ago. The night I met him. Eddie Cullen.
Not a day goes by where I don't think about that night.
Breaking Twilight is a pretty well-known band, and not to sound like a major hipster, but I knew about them before they were famous. They were a local band from Seattle, and I had always seen their posters around the city. I went to one of their very first shows and bought their EP. After they dropped their original lead singer, they brought in a new guy. This guy was unlike any other lead singer I'd ever seen or heard. He had the stage presence and vocals of Eddie Vedder, and the energy of Axel Rose…without all the drugs and woman-beating. To say that I fell in love with him is an understatement; there was just something about him that made me believe in music in a way that I could never explain. I could tell that he was passionate about music, and he wasn't just in it for the money. I loved that about him.
My best friend Angela's dad is a music producer. He managed to get us two front row tickets, as well as backstage V.I.P. passes to meet and greet the band. Mr. Weber is very much like a second father to me, and Angela and I have been friends since we were in diapers. We've both been through so much together and I'm absolutely certain that I would be lost without her. Normally, that concert would have been a cool experience, but that night was so much more than that. I was going to meet my favourite band— the band that got me through the tough times.
"Come on, Bella, why else do you think I got these backstage passes?"
"I'm nervous, Ang, and I don't know why."
She laughed, pulling me into the V.I.P. line. "You're going to meet your idol, Bells. You're going to meet the guy that you've been perpetually in love with for years. It's normal for you to be nervous."
The bouncer checked our laminated passes and let us through. "Down the hall to your left, behind the curtain. The band should be out momentarily. Have fun, ladies."
The butterflies began to flutter in my stomach. What would I even say to the guy that he hasn't already heard? No, that doesn't matter. I'm not here to impress the guy, I'm here to tell him that he's touched my life; I'm here to tell him that he's accomplished what he set out to do. Probably in much less coherent words and between a lot of stutters, but the intent is there at least. God, I'm such a klutz.
I hear the crowd go wild and the adrenaline starts pumping through me. One by one, they all came out. First was the bass player, Emmett. Attached to his arm was a beautiful blonde, who I could only assume was his girlfriend, judging by her disposition. After Emmett was the lead guitarist, Jasper. I remembered reading an article in the paper about a terrible car accident that occurred. As it turned out, the girl who died was not only Jasper's girlfriend, but Eddie's sister. Since then, Jasper has been living the rock star life, immersing himself in every bottle of Jack Daniels and every woman he can find. Next to follow was their drummer, Jake.
Last, but definitely not least, comes Eddie in all his glory. That man was a thousand times more attractive in person. Seeing him in the flesh ignited a certain fire in me, and in that moment, all inhibitions were thrown out the window. My pulse quickened and I started to get hot. I guessed that this was how a groupie felt, except this was different. This wasn't me being a bimbo that wanted to sleep with the band. This was me wanting to offer myself as a token of my admiration. Sounds insane, right? I had to at least rationalize my feelings before I attempted to go through with it.
I met all of the band members. Emmett was a very nice guy, almost like a big brother type. His clearly territorial girlfriend never left his side. I knew she was sizing me up while I talked to him. I made it clear that I had no interest in being a home wrecker, and her demeanour softened a bit and she became more welcoming. Meeting Jasper was interesting enough. He was pretty drunk and seemed interested in what I was saying, though he also seemed interested in what was down my shirt. I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy. Jake was a nice guy too, like Emmett. I didn't want to bring up the rumours of his alleged overdose a little while back, so I settled for discussing his favourite drummers. We shared a common interest there, as we both idolize Neil Peart, John Bonham and Keith Moon as iconic drummers. I'm pretty sure he was interested in me but I showed no signs of it being mutual…I hope.
When my eyes landed on Eddie, he was already looking at me and our eyes locked. He looked at me from across the room and grinned a sort of crooked smile. His smile was infectious and it made me weak at the knees. Taking a swig of his beer, he walked over without shame.
"Hey there," he said, and I was frozen for a moment. I said nothing, just blushed and stared at him, wondering for a moment if what was happening was real.
"Hi, my name is Bella," I said, finally finding my voice. I extended my hand and he took it cordially.
"Nice to meet you, Bella," he said with a panty-dropping smile. Oh, the things that smile did to me.
"I'm, um… I'm a really big fan of yours. I really enjoy the music you write. Your last album got me through my grandmother's death…well, I know you must hear that all the time…" Dear god, could I have sounded anymore pathetic? He looked amused, though.
"That really means a lot, Bella, and I'm very sorry for your loss." I looked up at him in awe for a second, admiring how sincere he sounded. "Would you like to hear a new song that I wrote? We can go to my room, my hotel is just across the street." He looked…nervous. But yet, so sure at the same time.
I bit my lip and thought about it for a moment. I remember thinking "this could either be the smartest thing I've ever done, or the dumbest." All the while there was a voice inside my head chanting to me, saying…"do it, Bella, live a little."
"Sure, I'd love to." I said, and he put his beer down and lead the way.
We made it to his hotel room, and I immediately felt like a groupie. I felt like Pamela Des Barres, except I wasn't about to partake in a steamy love affair with Jimmy Page…to me, Eddie Cullen was better.
Upon entering the room, he motioned for me to take a seat while he brought out his acoustic guitar. Was his plan really to serenade me? I mean, let's face it, he was way past that. I was a sure thing. The song was light and his voice sounded angelic.
Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds
Dreaming aloud
Things just won't do without you, matter of fact
Oh oh ooh
I'm on your back
I'm on your back
Oh oh ooh
I'm on your back
If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more
Weren't you adored?
I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Oh oh ooh
I'm on your back
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
Another heart is cracked in two
I'm on your back
I cannot be without you, matter of fact
Oh oh ooh
I'm on your back
I'm on your back
Oh oh ooh
I'm on your back
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
If you walk out on me
I'm walking after you
"Wow, that was beautiful. You're such a powerful writer. I've been such a huge fan of yours over the years. I missed your last show here and I made sure to catch this one. I'm glad I did."
"I'm glad you did too, Bella." I blushed, and he smiled so genuinely.
"Is that song going to get onto an album? It's so…compelling."
He shrugged. "I don't know, every time I write something really meaningful, I feel like it loses it's value when it's publicized, you know? Or maybe, I guess I've just lost the interest in doing what I do. The whole rock star thing is getting a little old for me. I want more than that."
"Just because you're a famous musician doesn't mean you have to play the part of the rock star. You're great at what you do; you inspire so many people. Surely that must bring you happiness."
"It does, believe me. My fans are the only reason why I'm still doing this. I just…don't have any inspiration left."
It was silent for a moment, and I took that as my cue. I couldn't help myself as I leaned forward, and he followed.
"Yes you do," I whispered. I leaned forward and kissed him. It was like no other kiss I've ever experienced; it was pure electricity humming between us and he moaned silently.
"Bella…we don't have to do this. This isn't why I brought you here, I just wanted to get to know you—" I silenced him with another kiss.
When I pulled away, he looked…nervous, but very curious. I shook my head and smirked at him.
"I want to."
Apparently that was all he needed.
He laid me down gently on the bed, kissing me lightly, moving down towards my neck. The way he made me feel was something out of this world; I felt as if we were specifically made for each other, and that this was more than just sex. He chanted my name over and over again. It was music to my ears.
"Oh, Bella…so soft, so perfect…" His words made me melt.
He undressed me slowly, intimately, as if he was unwrapping God's gift to him; that's what I felt like in his arms. He replaced my clothing with kisses inch by inch, gasping at new found areas of my body. Once I was exposed to him, he grinned wickedly for a moment, then moved down my body until he reached the centre of my desire. His tongue worked me over in ways I could never imagine and his lips wrapped around my throbbing clit. I looked down for a moment and our eyes locked. The look in his eyes was all it took for me to explode as my fingers tightened considerably in his hair. I barely had time to recover before he was back up and kissing my neck again and palming my breasts. I urgently clawed at his clothing, needing to feel his skin against mine.
When he was finally naked with me, I moaned at how good we felt together. I could feel how hard he was, how much he needed me too. He lined himself up with my opening, sliding himself up and down a few times, coating himself in me. I needed him so badly, and I told him so.
He entered me slowly, almost as if he was memorizing every inch of me.
"Mmm, Eddie…ah, you feel so good." I had to tell him, I had to let him know how good this was for me too.
"You're so beautiful, Bella…you're perfect…mmm, my Bella…" His words set me on fire. I increased the movement of my hips, needing more of him. He sped up the pace, but not too fast. His thrusts became hard and urgent, and so incredibly perfect for what I needed from him. I felt as though he was claiming my body with his hard thrusts.
"I don't know where you came from, but I've never felt the way you make me feel." I moaned in response, very close to falling over the edge. He interlocked his fingers with mine and leaned his forehead against mine while he stared into my very soul. I saw a mix of many emotions, and it was right there when I figured it out: some how, some way, I had fallen in love with him.
"Cum with me, beautiful, I need to feel you. Cum for me…"
And that's all it took.
After coming down from our high, he shifted his weight off of me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me to him tightly. It felt so completely right and I wasn't going to question it.
Then, as I was drifting to sleep, a thought occurred to me.
It was brief, but I had to wonder— would he be here when I woke up?
Waking up was the hard part. When my brain realized that I was, in fact, awake, I refused to open my eyes. I was scared to know the outcome of last night. I didn't want to open my eyes and not have him here, but at the same time, I would understand. I wanted to avoid that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I kept my eyes closed, pretending that he was still here, clutching to the memory of him. My body was sexually satisfied, but my heart was a whole other story.
My little moment was effectively ruined by a knock, and one word: "Housekeeping…"
I was forced to open my eyes, and just like I feared, he was gone.
Sighing out loud, my heart suddenly starts to ache. It's been quite a while since I've thought about that night, and that morning, so accurately. I had always heard stories about people falling in love upon meeting, but I always thought it was impossible. The idea of being in love with someone before actually getting to know them, in my opinion, was absolutely ridiculous. Clearly this was before I met Eddie.
I push the thought out of my head as I get ready for work. I should probably get going; my mother's probably exhausted. I toss a notebook and my laptop into my unnecessarily large bag, putting a sweater on top in case any rain would get through. I lock up and head out to my car, trying hard to not get drenched by the rain. I start my car, waiting for it to warm up a bit and turn the radio on.
"You're listening to KISW, your number one rock radio station, coming straight to you from Seattle, Washington. This next song is the second single off of Breaking Twilight's latest album. When this single was released, we sat down with the band's frontman, Eddie Cullen. He was hesitant to talk about the song, but he said that it was written for someone very special. His publicist let it slip that he wrote it for an ex-girlfriend of his whom he loved very much. Well, our hearts go out to you, dude. Keep on rockin'. Here we go, hope you guys enjoy…"
A lonely road, crossed another cold state line
Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find
While I recall all the words you spoke to me
Can't help but wish that I was there
Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah
Dear God the only thing I ask of you
Is to hold her when I'm not around,
When I'm much too far away
We all need that person who can be true to you
But I left her when I found her
And now I wish I'd stayed
'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired
I'm missing you again, oh no
Once again
There's nothing here for me on this barren road
There's no one here while the city sleeps
And all the shops are closed
Can't help but think of the times I've had with you
Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah
Some search, never finding a way
Before long, they waste away
I found you, something told me to stay
I gave in, to selfish ways
And how I miss someone to hold
When hope begins to fade...
The tears spill down my face, as much as I tried to avoid it.
I just don't understand why he didn't stay.
He's famous, you idiot.
You stupid, stupid little girl.
So naive.
The thought crosses my mind that he may have written that song for me, but that would be impossible. I was a one night stand; a conquest. Plus, they just said that he wrote it for his ex-girlfriend.
This is ridiculous, I need to stop this.
Pulling out of my parking space, I change the radio station and I'm metaphorically slapped in the face by Robert Smith's haunting voice and piercing lyrics.
Yup, this works. Just in time for Bella's pity party. Shit…I'm going to be late.
The rain somehow got heavier, and my windshield wipers are struggling to keep up with it. It's an absolute mess out here. It rains a lot here in Seattle, but this hard? It hasn't rained this hard in a while. Now I'm absolutely positive that no one's going to be coming in tonight. Another night of sitting in an empty diner, drinking coffee.
"It was the sweetness of your skin,
it was the hope of all we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish impossible things...
…But now the sun shines cold and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
and all I wish is gone away… "
I pull into the parking space closest to the door. I know for a fact that my mother will make a comment about my being late. Well, actually, she'll understand if she knows what's going on out here. That doesn't matter, as long as you got here safely, I know she'll say. Either way, I'm not in the mood to deal with her right now. Taking out my iPod, I shove it in my pocket, under my jacket and place my headphones into my ears. Pulling up my hood to keep my hair as dry as possible, I open the door and puddle jump my way to the door of the diner. I keep my eyes to the floor and the music playing in my ears is taking care of the rest as I make my way behind the counter and into the back room.
I plop my stuff down on the table, taking off my jacket and adjusting myself.
"Izzy, there you are!" My mom sings happily.
"Yep, here I am," I say, perhaps a little too bitterly."Sorry I'm late."
"Oh, honey. Don't worry about it, as long as you got here safely, that's all I care about…you know that." Told you— that's how well I know my mother.
"How's it been tonight? I'm guessing pretty dead, right?" I attempt to make light conversation, despite my now sour mood.
"Yeah, basically. Is everything okay, hun?" Mommy radar strikes again.
"I'm just in a bit of a crappy mood. I…the rain, it's just bringing me down, I guess. I'm okay," I force a smile and she drops the Spanish Inquisition.
"Well, I'm going to go, you're good here?" I nod. "Well, good. There's a lovely young man out there who's been keeping me company for the last little while. I think you'd be interested to know who it is…" A little mischievous grin forms on her face and I roll my eyes.
"Mom, I swear to god, I have no plans on getting back together with Mike, okay? Now, I know you liked him, but he was just—"
"Oh, honey, believe me, this is better than Michael, trust me." She grabs her coat and purse and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Bye honey."
I sigh out loud as she leaves the room, and I untangle my iPod from my coat. I'm going to need this tonight.
I don't want to be a bitch but I really don't care who's here, I just want to be left alone. I walk out of the back room, feeling a presence, but ignoring it. My back is immediately to him as I plug my iPod into the docking station and tie my hair up in a quick ponytail. Right, I should probably at least talk to the guy.
So, I attempt it.
"I hope my mother wasn't too terrible of company, she tends to get a little carried away sometimes," I say, and I only hear a gasp come from behind me. My curiosity gets the better of me as I turn around, where I'm staring into the eyes of Eddie Cullen.
"Bella…" The sound of my name coming from his lips still makes me quiver.
He stands up from his stool right away, causing me to jump a bit. I'm completely frozen and I don't know what to do. He looks down at a notebook in front of him, and back up to me. He moves his hand towards it and moves it, ever so slowly, towards me. He's studying my face, looking for any kind of reaction; I won't give him one, other than shock.
Before this gets anymore awkward, he speaks first.
"I wrote you a song."
There it is, in BPOV. I figured that would be the easiest way to start this off. The next chapter will be in EPOV, and I haven't decided yet whether or not I'm going to alternate the point of views, or just leave it as EPOV. I feel like writing it in EPOV will give me more of a challenge, seeing as I'm not a guy. It's a bit hard to write the point of view of the opposite gender. Feel free to let me know what you think.
Songs featured in this chapter:
Walking After You - Foo Fighters
Dear God - Avenged Sevenfold
To Wish Impossible Things - The Cure
Thanks for reading! I'd love to hear your thoughts!
xo