All characters belong to Stephanie meyer. I am a girl from the UK and fell in love with twilight 3 years ago and turned to fanfiction for more of the action. This is my first ever story and decided that instead of trying to write English American and mess it up, I'd just stick to English (please don't hate me). I hope you enjoy this beginning.
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It's absolutely freezing. First day of winter and I have been emotionally forced to watch a university ski race.
Do I ski?
No
Do I like sport?
Hardly
I keep going over in my head how I got here as I'm breathing out condensation and my toes are going numb.
It started yesterday when a close friend of mine rang me.
"Hello"
"Is that you Rose?"
"Yep" Her voice sounds scratchy and strange. I've known rose for two years now. We went to art school together and while I'm taking a year out to earn money, she is studying graphics at Nottingham. She is very persistent and strong minded but has a heart of gold.
"Are you okay" I ask
"No" She sniffles, then shouts "Me and Royce broke up."
"oh Rose ,what happened?"
"I caught him in bed with some slut!"
"O god, what an asshole.
" I feel so stupid"
" Well don't! I always thought he was a complete dick. You're better off without him."
"Really?"
"Totally, you know what, I've got this weekend off, how about I come up to see you?"
"You would?"
"Yes." I hate seeing her upset. I met Royce a few times and he always gave me the shivers, I should have said something before she got hurt. I owe her this weekend. " I haven't got anything planned anyway, I was just going to be lazy. "
"Thank you, I really need a girlie weekend."
"We will get blind drunk, sleep till lunch and watch movies until I go home.2
She laughs which fills me with slight relief.
"oh" Rose exclaims
"What?"
" I've got a ski race tomorrow night. Nothing serious, just for the uni but I've already promised I'd go. How about you meet me at Birmingham Slopes and then I can give you a lift to Nottingham. Then the weekend is ours.
"Sounds good." Oh no what a bore that will be but it shouldn't take long.
"I'd wear something warm, it gets rather cold"
"Okay." What have I got myself into? I hate the cold.
"I'll see you tomorrow"
"See you"
"oh and thank"
"Don't mention it."
That's how I got here. Standing in the cold for two hours watching people with an elegance I know I will never have.
A group near me are completely drunk falling over and playing spin the bottle. I'm secretly watching as a boy with a golden retriever look is daring a girl to ski with just her underwear.
"No way mike, you just want to perve."
"I thought you had more balls jess"
" I've got more balls than you, and I should know. "
I'm chuckling to myself when suddenly a figure catch's my eye. A tall boy zoom's down the slope with aggression and it's such a contrast to everyone else around me. He is wearing black ski trousers, coat, helmet and boots. The man in black. But it's not his clothes which catch my eye. It's his expression. He looks frustrated and annoyed but behind that negative energy is a beautiful face. His jaw is strong with a slight stubble, high cheek bones accentuate his features. The hair on his head is a deep rust red which I have never seen before. This man in black is a tall, slim build with slightly bulging biceps and thigh muscles.
Something inside me started to quiver but before I could contemplate this sudden reaction, he looked up at me and caught my eye.
"What you staring at?"
"Nothing"
Silence.
I look away towards the slope.
Before I know it, he comes to sit on the bench next to wear I'm standing.
"Why aren't you wearing ski boots?"
I look down at the boy and he's staring at me oddly. "I'm watching."
"Watching? Watching this shit. A load of drunken students with no talent."
"And you do?"
"Well frankly...yes."
What a cocky bastard.
"What's that look for?"
"No look."
"Yes it was, you gave me a look."
I look him over and decide, he needs to be told some home truths.
"Tell me" He pleads
"You're so full of yourself." I spit at him.
"Well, someone has to be."
What a self loving prick. And why is he looking at me in that peculiar way.
"What's your name?" He asks me.
I ignore him and pretend to be watching the race.
"You won't tell me your name" He sounds shocked.
"Why do you want to know it?"
Then for the first time I look into his face and notice the green depth of his eyes which hypnotise me for a moment.
"Because you're the most interesting person I've spoken to all night."
"But we've hardly spoken!"
He looks around at all the drunken students, then his eyes pan back to search mine. " Exactly."
Silence.
We both laugh. The tension relieved.
"My name is Bella. What's yours?"
"Edward."
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So that's it. I hope you enjoyed it. I can't decide whether or not to leave this as a one shot or continue the story. What do you think? Please review if you have read it. Any comments welcome.