This is my first attempt at writing so please don't be too harsh.
These are fictional characters based on a novel by Stephenie Meyer and are in no way owned by me. This storyline however, is mine and does not belong to any other.
-Chapter One-
Chance Encounter
It seems a lifetime ago that I met Bella's mother Renee. I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
The breeze was a cold one, from the North I think. Spring had just set in but some of winter's vestiges were still left behind. There were splotches of snow still present on the soft ground. The trees haven't begun to bloom either. Too soon I suppose. The sun was a blindingly bright orb in the perfectly azure sky. Light wispy clouds casting small dark shadows upon Seattle's concrete floor. The sky was almost never devoid of any clouds here in Washington, so why should this day be any different? People walked leisurely down the sidewalks, some alone, some hand-in-hand, and still there were others marching to their own tune. It was the time of day where most people were now let out from work so it made sense that the atmosphere here was a relaxed one.
I hadn't been here in some weeks so I was hoping the sporting goods store was stocked with what I needed. The small shop at home in Forks sold the last Fly Rod to an out-of-towner and would not receive another shipment of any kind until Wednesday. Today was Friday and I had a fishing trip planned for tomorrow morning with Harry Clearwater and Billy Black, my best friends. I couldn't stand it when they cracked their harmless jokes about my ancient wooden hand-me-down pole I had received when I was only seven years old. I knew they meant it in good fun but it still struck a chord in my chest and it hurt.
Walking through the double glass doors of 'Spearman's Sporting Goods', my heart fluttered in its resting place with excitement. I was looking forward to this like a small child would his first cookie from the cookie jar.
I continued to the back of the store and headed down the stairs that were just to the right side of the main isle. I made a beeline to the fishing section and looked through the options they had displayed for rods. A long dark metallic blue pole stood out from among the rest. I pulled it from the rack and felt the weight of it in my hands as I turned it over and over. It was perfect. On my way out I grabbed a few flies and felt pride bursting from me as I came closer to the cashier with my purchases. I now had the best equipment of the three of us that made our fishing party.
Moving towards my truck on the other side of the building, I stopped dead in my tracks. I gazed on a vision in a long black skirt and crimson tank top with little straps. She was trying to fit a fisherman's hat on top of her piled hair. It really was a funny sight to watch. She had so much hair. I was magnetically pulled to her and found I couldn't steer myself away. I stepped up to her.
"You know, it might work better if you pulled down your hair," a silly grin on my face. I wanted to take the pins out for her and run my fingers through her silky brown trusses. Pieces of it glinted in the sunlight like fine spun gold.
She jumped back a step in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you there," eyes huge, caramel colored, round and beautiful.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you. I thought you might like to know how to wear that thing. You seemed to be having trouble with it."
She reached up to pull a lock of hair from her eyes. She was beautiful. What was her name?
"Oh, uh, thank you. Here, can you hold this please," she said as she handed the hat over to me. Then I watched her ever so closely while she pulled each pin from her hair. As the last one came out she shook her head, dipped it forward and ruffled it with her fingers and then threw it back in place.
I had to force my hands down to my sides as I watched her. It was excruciatingly hard not to reach out and touch her face, her hair. This woman before me was more than my poor eyes could handle. But I was spellbound and couldn't look away. I was melting from the inside out.
"Thank you," she told me as she reached for her hat. Our fingers brushed as I handed it over and a jolt of lightening rushed up my arm to settle in my heart.
