A/N All the Twilight characters and everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any of it. I just thought it'd be fun to bring some of the characters out to play for a while. :o)
Ch. 1 Athletic Supporters
I couldn't believe I was actually sitting there. I was supposed to be at the library and I let her talk me into…into THAT! Alice had tried to pull some crazy stunts before, but this one took the cake! Really---hiding inside a locker ---a men's locker at Forks Stadium where the minor league Phoenix Wolves played baseball---with a camera--- just for payback---ridiculous. The only reason I tagged along, even after I insisted she could count me out, was because---well--she's my best friend---and in 3rd grade when I fell off the jungle gym causing my dress to come over my head exposing my Strawberry Shortcake underwear to everybody and Mike Newton called me "Straw-Bella Shortcake" and everyone including the teacher laughed. Alice was the one who helped me up, fixed my dress and wiped the mud off my face. I've felt like I owed her ever since. Plus, she was going to need me later---to help bail her out of whatever trouble was certain to come.
Emmett and the guys must've known Alice wouldn't just let what they did slide. Decorating her Porsche with condoms and jockstraps wasn't exactly nice. When we left the game that night, I thought she would lose her mind. I had to get her out of there fast! If anyone else had done it to us, they'd be dead meat! But Alice and I had been razzin' these poor "boys of summer" pretty badly since they got here in March. They have certainly carried their weight, too. We'd made a competition of it. Girls against Guys. And Alice and I would not accept anything but victory. They should've known she'd try to go too far. After all, this is the summer Alice went on strike---no summer ballplayer flings---no pregame hummers---no back of the bus quickies---no "Nookie of the Year" award. She'd been bragging to Coach Carlisle since February that he didn't need to worry about her blowing any winning streaks (or anything else for that matter!). And then those guys go and make it look like she'd reneged on her promise.
I'd made it my vow long ago never to get involved with a Wolf. I wasn't going to fall into my mom's footsteps. She'd hooked up with Charlie Swann, 1990 relief pitcher for the Wolves , when she was 17 (lying about her age---just like we did when we started hanging at the field a few years ago). She ended up pregnant and married and moving to live with his folks in Forks Washington. That lasted all of about a year before she packed me up and brought me back to Phoenix. She'd kill me if she even knew I attended a game here---let alone followed the team wherever they happened to be playing. But that's what Alice and I did---every summer. We liked to refer to them as The Toys of Summer. We'd play around just to the limits of our comfort level ---string them along---and then the season would be over and it would be time for them to go home. It was harmless---until now. Alice's pent up frustrations and need to be naughty, one way or another, were going to get us into real trouble.
The smell of dirty socks and musty god-knows-what made me hold my breath. But every time breathing was absolutely mandatory, I thought I might blow my cover by vomiting right there in that disgusting locker. Every now and again, Alice would tap the wall beside me---just so I knew she was still there. Like she was going anywhere. Neither of us was until somebody let us out. And I certainly wasn't looking forward to that happening. I didn't even have a camera. I guess if I was exposed first I'd just point next door and say "I'm just moral support." Although that was unlikely because Alice was hiding in Emmett's locker and I cleverly chose an unassigned locker. I'd just depend on Alice to save me. And if nothing else, Alice was dependable.
And she was gonna owe me big---HUGE! I had every intention of raiding her closet and taking her most expensive shoes. Those were the only things petite little Alice and I could actually share. Not that I'd even wear any of her Manolo's---I'm much more of a Converse girl. But, she owed me big and Manolo's would be how Alice would pay big!
I heard giggling coming from the space next to me. "Shhhh!" I reminded her.
"Ya know, Bella." She giggled. "They really should appreciate us---we're just being athletic supporters---get it?"
I rolled my eyes even though she couldn't see me.
"Ha ha--- Now shhhh!"
The sad reality was--- we were going to smell like athletic supporters when we finally got out of this mess. How would I explain that to Mom at home?
All of a sudden I heard the outside door open. Cool air wafted in between the slats in the locker door causing me to breathe deeply---big mistake! With the new cool fresh air, came the stagnant odor of the old, causing me to gag.
I tried to gag silently. But gagging silently must be an acquired talent---which I'd not yet mastered.
"Um, is somebody in here?"
I heard Alice's hand quietly touch the wall between us. I froze. It was a voice I didn't recognize---maybe a member of the press or a batboy. Alice and I both remained very still and very quiet, in hopes that they'd just go about their business and move on.
Just as I began to get control of my non-breathing again, somebody started messing with the latch on MY locker. Who would want to get into an empty locker?
I closed my eyes and prayed that they'd just go away.
In an instant, the door swung open and I immediately heard someone very loudly clear their throat. I opened one eye and then the other. Standing before me was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. He was tall and slender---had to be a pitcher---probably relief. His bronze hair danced defiantly above his head as his green eyes sparkled. I felt my face grow increasingly warm. I felt like an idiot and I knew I must have looked like one too. I was frozen there in his gaze. It didn't help when the corner of his mouth curled up into a crooked little smile. I just kept studying his chiseled jaw---those strong forearms---and GOD those eyes! I needed to speak---to say something. So, I did.
"Hi. Umm---you must be new?"
Thanks for giving me a try! This is my very first fic. If you like it---Please review!! Otherwise I'm likely to think I suck! :o)
