AN: this is my first attempt at a Fic, please review and tell me what you think, ive got a few more chapters mapped in my mind, so if you like so far, let me know and i'll continue. :)
"Why do I have to come with you?" I whined to Angela. She was dragging me to some skeezy pub in a dirty corner of Port Angeles. Angela had discovered a band on myspace that she was now crazy about. "Because 'The Fighting Force' are the next big thing!" She cried like i should have known. I rolled my eyes as i tied up my green converse hightops and pulled my skinny jeans down over them. "But I-" I started to argue when she cut me off, "Will love it and have a brilliant night, who knows you might actually meet someone!" I laugh watching her eyes light up, ever since i told her i was gay shes been trying to set me up, unfortunately theres not that many eligable gay girls in Forks. None that'd look my way anyway.
I should probably start from the begining. Im Isabella Swan, but i swear, if you call me Isabella, i may hit you. It's Bella. Plain and simple. Kinda like me. I've always been the boring plain girl. I've only been living in Forks for around 6 months, before then i lived with my Mom in Jacksonville, Florida. You hear Florida and automatically assume I'm a leggy gorgeous beach babe? I assure you I'm not. I'm of average height, average brown hair, average brown eyes, and average weight. Lets just leave it at I'm average.
So here i am, sitting in Angela's car as she blasts this band, "The Fighting Force" from her stereo. I guess they arent too bad, still i'd have rather flown to New York to see "Mayday Parade" like i was supposed to last month. Maybe i can convince Ange to come to "Purple Paradise" after the show. Its only just opened and its supposed to attract quite the gay crowd. "Ange..?" I start gently. "Mmm?" she answers still bopping her head to the music, "You think we can check out "Purple Paradise" after the show?" I ask hopefully. "Thats that new gay club right? Sure we can, just after i meet the band" she finishes, a small smile building on her face.
As we enter The Rusty Nail, i look around as my eyes adjust to the dim light. Theres a small stage in the far corner, where theres a support band setting up, just three scruffy looking guys with guitars. Yep, having the time of my life so far. "Ange you want a drink?" i ask as i head to the bar. "Sure" i smile at the bar tender, shes cute, but im 99% sure shes straight. "Two Vodka sunrises please" i say handing her the cash. She hands me the drinks and i pass one to Ange as we turn to check out the three guys with their guitars.
"Pool table" i mouth and point to the other corner of the room where there is one free table, i slip a few coins in and rack up the balls ready to break. Ange follows me but just watches as i fool around making stupid trick shots. I completely fluke one shot and Ange buys me a drink, thats when i see her. She's the most gorgeous creature I have ever laid eyes on. She was shorter than me, by about 4 inches, raven hair sticking up at the back at all angles. I think Ive fallen in love, the room stops and all i see is her. I need to know who she is!
"Bella? Bella? BELLA!" Ange snaps me back into reality but i still dont take my eyes off the goddess at the bar. "What?" i say dazed as Ange hands me another drink. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" i ask tearing my eyes away from the beautiful stranger. "Well you tend to be less difficult when you're drunk, and if im going to be finding you a lady friend tonight, i need you to be agreeable." Ange laughs finishing her drink and heading over to a table near the front.
They three guitar guys have finished and are heading off stage as some crew start carrying on bits of a drumkit and some amps. I look around for my dream girl and cant see her anywhere, a strange feeling forms in the pit of my stomach, a feeling of regret. I argue with myself in my head over the fact that i didnt go and talk to her as Angela interupts again, "They're on!" she squeals in my ear directing my attention to the band walking onto the time stage, and there she is, and jeez did she just get a whole lot sexier!
I watch the band in stunned silence, shes amazing. A sexy, talented musician. I watch her face contort with concentration, her tongue poking out as she plays a drum solo and the handful of people the the pub cheer. "I need to know her name" i whisper, as we make eye contact i think i nearly died. "This is our last song, come have a drink with us, dont be shy" the lead singer calls to the audience as the guitarist starts up the first chord, i watch in amazement until the very last ring out of the very last note. "I have a new favorite band.." i say quietly turning to Ange as the band walk off stage. "I knew it!" she squeals, if only she knew why...