Hey, all!
Wow. It has been a while. Any who. This idea popped into my head today while I was on a road trip visiting some colleges. The song "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by the Script came on and I just sat there thinking to myself, "hm, this sounds like something Edward would do". So uh, yeah. Here we are.
Prologue
The corner of Broken Sky and Crabapple is not just your run-of-the-mill street corner. It's not the wealthiest corner of town, or the prettiest, or the most popular, but it's got a great personality. No; personality isn't the right word. It's got a good back story, at least where I'm involved. It was on this corner that I met the love of my life, and also on this corner that I asked her to be mine. It was on this very same corner that I totally screwed this girl over and lost everything. Everything.
We broke up on a Thursday, which is a shame, because Thursdays are my favorite day of the week. Don't ask me why Thursdays and not Fridays. I couldn't tell you. They've just always seemed to be my lucky day…well, until that one.
She was pissed at me. Royally pissed. "You lied to me!" she screeched. Her pale cheeks were turning purple, which meant that I was in deep shit.
"I did not!" I protested adamantly. Stupidly.
"Yes, you did, Edward! You told me that your parents knew about me. About us. When it turns out that they still have no. freaking. Clue!"
"Babe…," I began carefully, putting my hands up defensively, "I never exactly told you that I told them…" Don't judge me. It is my right as a male to be completely, utterly clueless and idiotic when it comes to dealing with women.
"Well excuse me for thinking that your 'mhm' when I asked if you had was actually a yes!" Bella's chest heaved up and down rapidly in her anger, her fists clenched at her sides. I'm surprised I didn't get decked in the mouth that day. "Why don't you want them to know about me?" Her voice dropped, revealing the hurt beneath her fury. "Are you…ashamed of me?"
"No! God no, Bella. The problem is, if they knew about you they'd want to meet you-,"
"You are so full of it, Edward!" she cried. "'oh, I'm not embarrassed by you, I just never want you to meet my parents'? Do you realize how shitty that sounds?"
"No! I mean yes! God, Bella, that's not what I meant. It's just that…you're 19…I'm 25…that kind of age difference won't go unnoticed by them. If you could just imagine the grief I would get from them-,"
"I'm not worth it," Bella whispered, so softly I could barely hear her. She looked up at me, shock and horror plastered on her face.
"Of course you are, Bella…," I tried, but it was already too late. She nodded her head purposefully, obviously making up her mind about something, and when her eyes returned to me, they were cold and emotionless.
"No. I'm not. And you aren't worth my time." She reached behind her neck, unclasping the 'E' necklace she wore and dropped it into my hand. Then she turned on her heel and walked away.
Chapter One
444 days later
Journal. Day 100.
I decided to write these journal entries in case, I don't know, I decide to write a fan-freaking-tastic memoir someday about my epic adventures as a twenty-something-year-old. No. I don't know. I guess I just feel like my time out here should be documented. So that I never forget. So that I never let myself forget. Because if this works, there is no way in hell I'm messing up again.
I guess I should explain. It's been 444 days since Bella and I entered Splitsville, aka the hell-hole of all hell-holes. I fell into a seventeen-year-old-chick-like depression, complete with sweatpants, sad movies, and ice cream. I parked myself on my living room couch and did not move. Unless, you know, I had to go to the bathroom. Because that would have been gross. And my couch is white, for crying out loud. Anyways. You get the point. I did not move, and was not planning on moving until my big brother Emmett threatened to "beat my ass into the year 3008" if I did not get up and do something besides mope. That was yesterday. His ultimatum gave me the flippin' bright-as-hell idea to park myself on this street corner-the one where Bella and I did everything-and wait. Because Forks isn't that big of a town. So, she'll have to pass by here at some point, right? Right. I'm giving it a hundred days. If Bella and I have not met up again by then, I will force myself to go out with that God-awful strawberry-blonde with the plastic-surgery-gone-wrong looking face that my family has been trying to set me up with since I was like twelve. Bella…please come.
Now journal, I know you're probably asking, "Edward, why didn't you just call Bella like a normal creature with a brain bigger than a peanut?" Well, journal, have I got an answer for you! Actually, it's not that great of an answer. Kind of stupid, really. The day Bella left, I got so pissed after getting back to my apartment that I started throwing things just to see them smash against my wall. My phone was one of those lovely items. I lost all my phone numbers. Needless to say, hers was not one that I was able to replace. "But, Edward. Why didn't you just go to her apartment?" We were living together. Obviously, she moved out. And no, she did not tell me where she was going. "Isn't Forks a small town? Couldn't you have just asked-"
You are missing the point here. This was my freaking brilliant idea, and I am following through on it, dammit! Plus, I think it adds dramatic effect. And maybe living on the street is my penance for being such an asshole. Maybe my broke, grime-covered self will evoke some kind of pity when Bella comes back. If she comes back.
Dear future self. If you ever read back on this journal and ask yourself why you sounded so crazy back-now, it's because you were. Bella is the only girl you have ever loved and will ever love. If you are fortunate enough to be sitting beside her right now, holding her hand, or if she is still sleeping in the other room while you sip a cup of coffee on the porch and read about your younger self, do NOT be a jackass and lose her. Seriously. Because I can guarantee that if you had a lucky break and got her back once, you will not get the same grace again.
I slam the book closed, slipping my pen into my pants pocket and glance around. I am on the corner of Broken Sky and Crabapple. The only belongings I have with me are the clothes on my back, my notebook, my pen, a half-empty lukewarm bottle of water, and a sleeping bag. This is all I'm allowing myself. I think Bella would be happy. I'm not worth much else.
Yay! So, there is the prologue and chapter one. In the future, chapters will be longer, and will not always include a journal entry, or may include a journal entry and normal storyline. You never know.
Okay, so question 1) should I continue this story? It's been a while. I'm kind of rusty. But what are we thinking?
Don't worry. Bella will enter the story very soon. But, seeing as in my story she an independent and somewhat vengeful woman, she will take her time letting Edward suffer (: this will be enjoyable. Oh, and there will be plenty of fun Edward street encounters-hookers, drug dealers, bikers, homeless folks, missionaries, and many more!
Yay/nay?
