Hi Everyone, this is my first attempt at fan fic...ever, but I read a lot of it, so, I figured it was just a matter of time. :)
Please be nice, I wrote this kind of late, and I want everyone to like it!
Its partially based off of true events that just happen to take place in the world of Twilight (of which I do not own...boo.)
Enjoy and let me know what you think... I'll deff have more chapters. I kind of really like it :)
Edward
His eyes bore right through her. Stared into her very depths only to find what was missing in himself. How could one person make him so complete? He couldn't comprehend. He wanted to be with her forever; to claim her as his own, never wanting this moment to end.
Bella
She saw him in the front row and knew that this was it. The one she gushed over so many times in so many different ways--here tonight, staring at her. She stared back. It wasn't proper, but she could only see the first few rows beyond the lights. She'd rather stare at him than the darkness. The diamond-like twinkle in his emerald eyes kept her reeling during the entire performance. She walked into the wings gasping for air, gasping for more of his infinite gaze. Was he just now realizing her? Was he finally taking notice of an otherwise invisible, run of the mill, been-there-all-your-life, taken for granted girl?
Odd, she thought. Amazing, but odd.
Edward
This girl, she trips over herself in the hallways, drops things. He's seen her, witnessed it, even helped her on occasion and yet here, on stage in front of a packed house of theater goers, she was confident and strong and wildly talented. He had never seen her perform before. Her friends, so proud of her accomplishment of 10 community shows in two years, posted flyers all over school about her newest role. As Arthur Miller is a favorite of his, he took a flyer and his brother and went. Though he complained through the first five minutes Em was quiet now. He's either asleep or really enjoying himself.
Bella
Intermission, she breathed, slightly hitched. Everyone stared in awe of how she worked her character, if only they knew the real reason for her flushed appearance. She didn't dare lead anyone to ask questions, she walked away from her fellow actors and friends and made her way down a dark corridor where she could be alone and settle herself for act two and the end of show number 10.
"Bells?" someone called. "Bells are you back here? Act two is starting soon, but the cast has something for you."
She sighed. Jacob. Her best friend. Her rock. Her go to guy. How could she get through a day without him? She couldn't. It was physically impossible. From kindergarten to tenth grade, they were together, amigos, partners in crime, and lifelong friends. That's just the way it was.
"I'll be there in a sec. Just pulling myself together." You could almost hear the tense smile in her voice as she walked from the darkness.
As usual, Jacob knew things weren't right. He grabbed her hand and brought her back to the darkness.
"What's wrong?" He asked, pulling her close to rest his chin on her tightly pulled back hair.
"He's here." she whispered. "He's here and he's sitting in the front row and staring at me and I'm staring back and I'm just so happy and nervous and worried." She said all of this in one whispered breath, and then added, "What if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks it's lame and dorky? Then what?"
"Just be glad he's here. He has no right to call what you do lame, none. He's staring because when you step onto that stage, no one can take their eyes off you. It's that simple." He hugged her tightly and dragged her to the green room where there was a ceiling full of balloons and a cast full of smiles, cameras, and cake.
She couldn't help but smile. Everyone she loved was standing in this room with her. Including, as she scanned the sea of faces, Renee and Charlie, who seemed to have supplied the cake.
"I'm speechless guys. I love you all. I really mean it. Every one of you." She smiled warmly around the room and took a seat and a bottle of water, deciding to hold off on cake until after the show.
"Im calling places in five!" Jacob yelled, back in full fledged Stage Manager mode. He bent down close to her and, almost whispering, said, "There's a piece of cake for you by your dressing table. Corner piece, vanilla with chocolate frosting and a purple flower." he kissed her hair. "Enjoy the last act of show number 10."
"Thanks Jake, you're the best." She smiled. But by the time she looked up, he disappeared. The show must go on, she thought. She downed a water bottle, and went to go fix her makeup when she heard Jacob through the squawk box next to her table.
"Places for act two. I'm calling places." Muffled and crackly, yet all the same, places was called so she ran to the stage without a second glance.
The curtain opened and here we were again.
Edward
The lights came up and all he could do was stare at where she had last bore her soul to the waiting audience. He was still trying to comprehend what he was feeling. Next to him, Em was a massive lump.
Asleep, Edward thought. Just great. At least he isn't snoring. As he was thinking this, he kicked Em's shin, causing him to stir and rub a massive fist in his eye trying to discern where the blow came from.
"Little bro. Can we leave now? I'm over this." Emmett said, his voice still hoarse from sleep. He stretched and stood up.
"Emmett. I have a job for you." Edward said, milling it over in his mind for a few seconds before actually divulging. "Can you go to the flower stand by the house and pick up a dozen pink and yellow roses?" He asked, still in a bubble of suspended reality. He threw a fifty toward Emmett.
"The house is so far off." Emmett yawned. "I won't make it back before...OH, okay. I'll do it." He realized that he would be gone for the rest of the show. He took Edward's fifty and held his hand out for the car key. "Why roses? Trying to impress someone?" He asked, elbowing Edward back to reality.
"Just do it. I really need them." Edward said quietly as he pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, giving Emmett the car keys with the other and leaning his head back over the seat.
"No prob dude, just try to take it easy?" Emmett said, not knowing what was wrong with his brother. He shrugged it off and headed for the back of the auditorium.
Emmett
"Don't forget your ticket, sir." A metallic voice called.
Em turned around to say something very sarcastic when he glanced at the usher holding the door the remark got caught in his throat.
"You won't be allowed into the theater again without your ticket." She smiled. Emmett was now staring. He knew he was but it didn't matter. She looked at him and blushed. He thought about it and realized that he knew her. He'd seen her before. But where?
He leaned in close, resting his arm on the door above her. "Do I know you?" He asked, whispering.
She blushed again. "Emmett Cullen, we've been in the same grade, in the same homeroom since kindergarten." She seemed surprised that she let that much escape her. She stiffened and turned away from him.
Stepping back, confused, he walked toward the exit of the building, throwing his ticket in the recycle bin just outside the door. I'm sure I won't need this, he thought.