This is my first fanfiction EVER.
Not to mention, the first original thing I've written in awhile.
(I've had writer's block since about...7th grade?)
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I don't know what caused me to do it. It wasn't really all the rage here in Forks. No one I knew even does it.
But I found that box of cigarettes, and I smoked one.
And another. And another.
They were addicting, obviously, but more so than I thought they would be! I sat on the fringe of the forest, smoking through that first pack. I probably looked like a chain smoker, but I didn't care.
And that's how Edward found me. He came up behind me, so I didn't see him, or feel his presence.
"Bella... what are you doing?" I heard his velvety voice ask, with a hint of annoyance. I turned around to look at him, and grinned. He didn't grin back at me. "Oh, nothing, Edward... just trying something new," I answered him.
He grimaced, and looked at the almost-empty cigarette pack. "It doesn't look like you're trying it anymore... just smoking your way into permanent lung damage." He deftly grabbed the pack from my hand, and slipped it into his pocket.
I took a last drag from the cigarette in my hand, put it out, and stood up, placing hands on hips and frowning at him. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against a nearby tree, looking beautiful as usual, but angry as well. I tried to play it off as not a big deal, but he wasn't going for it.
"Come on, Edward... what's a little lung damage when in a few months my lungs will be dead?" I asked him.
Wrong thing to say. His topaz eyes flashed, and I stepped back. My becoming part of his family was a touchy subject... I only brought it up as a joke, but he was angrier than I'd ever seen him.
"So that makes it okay? Bella, you smell horrid... Not like yourself. Your father will notice. Your friends will notice. Why give yourself a bad reputation before you leave your friends and family?"
I winced. I hadn't even thought about how Charlie would react. No doubt in a similar manner to Edward, freaking out over nothing. I was eighteen, after all, and legal to buy and smoke. But I guessed neither of them cared that much. Charlie still could ground me, as demonstrated last month. I was still living under his roof, therefore, he made up the rules.
And Edward... I knew he thought I was perfect, but it would only be a few months of it! I doubted vampires would find cigarettes very appealing.
I huffed in aggravation and started walking back towards my house, mentally counting the cash I had with me. About twenty bucks... deffinitely enough to buy another pack. Even though he couldn't read my mind, Edward must have known what I was thinking from my facial expression.
"Bella. I don't want you buying another pack. I don't want you smoking. You've barely smoked enough to be addicted, so just stop while you're ahead."
But he was wrong... I was addicted. I already felt like I was going through withdrawls. And god, it tasted so good after awhile.
I reached my front step, turned around to admonish him, and gasped. He was closer than I thought, his face barely 3 inches from mine.
"No more smoking," he breathed into my face. His scent was overwhelming. I lost my train of thought.
"Um... what?" I asked.
"You heard me... no. More. Smoking. It's bad for you, and you smell awful," he answered.
"But Edward... it tastes so -," I started, before he cut me off.
"Bella," he growled. And then leaned in and kissed me.
It was only a small kiss, but I was convinced. He leaned back and grinned at me playfully.
"So, no more smoking, right?" I asked, and smiled back at him, forgetting how good it tasted in an instant.
He nodded and opened the door for me, leading me into my own house. I thought that was the end of it, until Charlie got a good whiff of me.
"ISABELLA SWAN! WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE CIGARETTE SMOKE?!"
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What does everyone think for my first fanfic? Sure, it's short, and a oneshot, and I guess a bit fluffy, but eh...I'll get better at writing as time goes on.