AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This story is rated "M", if you are underage and immature about any adult themes this story may contain in the near future, such as sex, swearing or anything along those lines, then it is highly suggested that you do not read this story. However the first chapter was rated "T" and created to be an one-shot, that anyone underaged may read. This will be the last of the author's notes until the end of this story unless there is something important to post. Any Twilight settings/ characters mentioned in this story does not belong to BellandEdward4Evr, only the plot does. No copy right infrigment intended.
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I huffed at crossed my arms over my chest. I hated going to therapy, there was no point. I'm crazy, I knew it. I didn't need some hot shrink telling me that every day. Oh, and when I mean "hot", I'm talking about beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous, "head over heels" type hot. I would enjoy going to see him everyday if he wasn't a shrink. Now that would be fun.
My mom is making see him against my own will. She says that this can be cured, I know that it can. But I don't want to cured, I like being different in a way… So I see things that my mom says isn't there, I don't see a problem with it. Maybe I'm a medium…that would be cool. I try to convince her that I am not crazy (which is harder than it looks), it doesn't work. She says girls who sneak up on people pretending they're a ninja, start yelling at themselves, and see things that aren't there isn't normal.
Okay, first the ninja part is just for fun! Who wouldn't want to be a ninja, really? That's common sense, right? Second, I was yelling at myself because my mom wouldn't when I broke a cup while washing the dishes, I deserved it! Once again, that is common sense. And third, the seeing things that aren't there part…I got nothing.
All right, I'm seventeen years old, I just graduated high school and I am not allowed to attend college until I'm not crazy anymore. Translation: I'm never going to go to college because I'll always be crazy. As smart as I am…college is not an option for me. I couldn't care less because I get to see the hot shrink every day. I just hope he doesn't give up on me… That would suck.
Right, so, here I am in the car huffing and puffing so my mom won't send me to see the hot therapist. I like seeing him, but he keeps interrogating me! It's annoying sometimes, so I try to change the subject. That NEVER works. It sucks.
I can't convince my mom to turn the car around because my dad is in the car. My mom is more gullible than my dad; my dad is a pain in the ass. The only way to annoy him is by putting on Blood on the Dance Floor, BrokenCYDE, Green Day, or anything that involves people screaming for music. It's funny. Here's an example:
I turn on my iPod and put my headphones in my ears. The iPod is currently playing Sexting by Blood on the Dance Floor. The song is funny because it sounds like the 80's version of a Mario game, but the lyrics are soooo inappropriate. I waited until the "SEXT ME" part was over before I started singing the lyrics.
I took a breath, "Less then three is just a tease, send those nudes, make me drool." My dad's eyes widened a little. He knew where this was going. "Hit me up, make me cum. Wanna sext? I'll show you some!"
"Isabella Swan, what the he-," I cut my dad's yelling off with the next part of the song.
"Sticky drama all the way, want my dick? You got to pay!" I bite my lip while my dad's face was red. He hasn't even listened to the rest of the song yet! My mom put her hand on her forehead while shaking her head.
"Turn that crap off right now, young lady!" My dad ordered me. I started laughing my ass off. The car stopped, I knew we were at the place already. I ran out of the car, leaving my ashamed mother in the driver's seat and my fuming father in the passenger's. Like I said before, it's fun pissing my dad off.
I ran into the white mansion, it was crazy pretty. I loved it. "Doctor" Cullen preferred meeting me at his home on sunny days; he said it seems more welcoming. I couldn't help but agree a little. I love the sun, and I loved it even more when I got to be inside his house. It's beautiful; I would mostly likely never get tired of it.
Right, so my sexy therapist was waiting for me in front of his door. He was wearing sun glasses, a long sleeved shirt and slants. He is unbelievable hot. He needs some sleep though; he always has dark spots under his eyes. His hair is sexy; it's a special kind of brown. It's the type of brown when you run in a marathon and get in third place the trophy is bronze. You barely ever see that, especially in this small, crappy town. His eyes are hot red, it looks mysterious and gentle. I could stare at them for hours if I felt like it. Oh and his jaw is soooo sexy...
"You're wearing long sleeves on a sunny day? I thought I was the crazy one," I greeted him with a playful smile and turned off my iPod. I didn't have the confidence to flirt with him, so playful seemed more comfortable.
He laughed, "You're not crazy, you're just unique and see things that aren't there." His voice was so smooth, like phone sex smooth. The funny part is that my parents have to pay for it. I blushed at my thoughts and his comment.
He opened the door for me when I walked inside. I muttered a "thank you", he just nodded. I ran to his couch and jumped on it. It was so soft, so I laid on it and started rolling. He chuckled and sat on the couch across from the one I was on.
"Nice to see you again, Bella," he greeted me. I stopped twirling on the couch and looked at him. He was being the therapist now. I frowned.
"Hi," I whispered and sat up.
"How you been?" He asks me with some concern. I would say I saw it in his eyes, but I'm not one of those people who read others' emotions through their eyes.
"Bored," I answered and looked at my hands. I hated talking about my life.
"Why is that?" It seems like all he does is ask questions…I trusted him enough to tell him the truth.
"There's nothing to do around the house except watch TV…," I answered him with a shrug.
"You don't leave the house?" I shook my head. "You don't visit your friends or boyfriend?" I barely paid attention to Doctor Cullen as he asked me that question. There was a short girl with black, spiky hair looking at me. She was laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" I narrowed my eyes at her. Doctor Cullen looked at me confused, as I was looking over his shoulder.
"Nothing, you're just so pathetic," she says and looks out the window. She moves the curtain, the part of her face covered by sunlight turned into diamonds. Her eyes were a honey color.
I opened my mouth, about to speak but Edward had interrupted me. "Bella, do you see someone?" I looked at him for a moment before looking back at the girl. She's not there anymore. I shook my head. "Okay…could you answer my question then?"
"I don't have any friends and I don't see the point to dating," I answered. He tilted his head slightly. I rolled my eyes; I knew he was curious about my last comment. "I don't believe in love," I told him.
He frowned. "Why don't you believe in love? If you don't mind me asking," he asks me with curiosity.
"Love is like vampires! It doesn't exist, though some people would like it to and pretend it does..." He cocks his eyebrow with a smirk. "What?" I asked confused.
"You could see people that aren't there, but you don't believe in love or vampires?" He is teasing me! I scoffed up a laugh.
"I'm not that crazy!" I declared. He chuckled at me.
"I believe in vampires, am I crazy?" I was a little shocked to hear my shrink believes in vampires…you would think that he is smarter than me. So, I nodded. He laughed at my response. "Would you like me to prove you wrong?"
I smirked; this is going to be interesting. So, again, I nodded. He smiled and got up from his seat. "Come with me," he ordered. I did what he told me. We started walking towards the back of his house. "Bella…I haven't been completely honest with you…," he tells me.
I look at him as he took off his shirt, revealing his chest and abs. His chest had a little hair on it, not too much to be gross, but enough for it to show he is mature. He has a six pack that made me want to drool, but I'm not one to drool over guys.
"Oh?" That was the only word to pop out of my mouth. He gave me a small frown.
"Yes, stay here," he started walking past me. I stopped walking at the door frame. He walked into the garden. His whole torso started glittering in the sun light, he looked like diamonds. My eyes widened.
"Doctor Cullen?" I kept examining, he was more beautiful than I have ever saw. The left side of his lip went up slightly.
"Edward, call me Edward," he told me. I looked up into his red eyes. He walked over to me and put his hand on mine. His hand was cold and hard, it made me shiver. "I am a vampire."
I sighed, "Okay, we're both crazy then…" He chuckled.
"You need more proof?" He asks me. I nodded and giggled at him. He is the hottest and most insane man I have ever met. He smiled before crashing his lips to mine. I didn't respond immediately, I didn't expect him to kiss me at all. His lips were just as cold as his hand. I loved every second of it. I thought maybe I was hallucinating again, but it seems so real.
I put my hands on the back of his neck, pushing his face to mine. I started kissing him back and he pulled away. Did I do something wrong?
"You need to breathe, Bella," he told me. Oh…riiiight. I nodded. He hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Do you believe now?"
"Are we talking about vampires or love?" I answer his question with a question. He nuzzled his head in my neck, taking a breath.
"Both," he breathes out before disappearing. I started looking around, trying to find where he had gone.
It took me a moment to realize if I did believe him; he would be able to hear me wherever he was, so I answered him. "Yes, I believe now."
If only that had been true.
I frowned, was he part of my imagination all along? Then, I felt a pair of arms go around my waist and a cold kiss on my neck. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Please don't be part of my hallucination," I begged to myself.
"Never," he promised. Being schizophrenic isn't that bad after all, I smiled to myself. Although...seeing vampires is a little insane.
Only a little.