This story is being co-authored by Asblueasthemoon. It, obviously, is also authored by me.
Disclaimer: I only own my apple juice. Oh! And this idea. So stick that straw in YOUR apple juice and suck away.
Preface:
A wise man once said in light there is darkness and in darkness there is light. When I was younger I never really understood the saying. As I grew older I began to think that the 'light' represented heroes. I mean, I know every good hero goes through a phase where the darkness just seems generally more appealing and that maybe they should just give in because the game has changed, or the girl is gone, or everything they believed in and everything they fought for was ruined. In the end the hero finds them self again and discover something worth fighting for. Of course, heroes don't actually exist...
If they did I wouldn't have gone through all this shit. I wouldn't have a constant reminder of the evil in this world etched into my face. But I do. Because heroes don't exist. There is no one to save you. No one to trust. The only one you can rely on is yourself. It's better to learn that early on in life, rather than suffer the consequences like I did...
See, this idea has been brewing in my head for years now. So, you can imagine my surprise when he comes in the picture. Looking at me with adoration, Christ, even love in his eyes. God, how this changes everything. That is years worth of knowledge and ideas that are now all shit. All because he came in and rescued me. Sort of like my hero.
Chapter Uno:
My mom was sending me away. Like a brown cardboard box crappily taped up with an address scribbled on it in such a way that you know they really don't give a fuck where it ends up. I would be less peeved if the circumstances were different. My mom is getting remarried, so it's understandable that she'd want to spend some 'quality time' with Phil. But of course my future step sisters got to stay... She actually loved them. Not me though, she never loved me. But I didn't cry over it, at least she didn't call me names or abuse me physically or, rather, mentally like all the others did. I was a freak, a reject, I suppose, when your thinking in the same mind frame as the hicks around me. But that's not really what got me. In all the stories the outcast always had at least one friend to confide in, but not me, I didn't even get that much.
According to my Mom the reason she was sending me away was for 'my own safety', but I knew just as well as she did that she was embarrassed of me. There was just something about me that led the interminable people in this town to despise me. Whether it was the confident way I carried myself even when being ridiculed, the way I dressed, or the way I took every awful thing they said and just pretended that I just didn't give a damn about their opinions. And I certainly did not.
Or maybe it was the way I read almost constantly that made them label me that way. I'm pretty sure the local bookstore's owner had sent his daughter to college off of all the money I spent on books at his store. I mean, honestly, when the entire world seems to hate you, you've got to have something right? Well, for me, 'that thing' just happened to be reading. It took away the hopelessness and insanity that threatened to overrun and infect the tendrils of my delicate mind and helped me imagine how amazing life could be... If I had a different one.
"Bella, come on. You need to stop reading and start packing! You're going to love your new home! I hear Washington is super pretty this time of the year!" my mother gushed. And it clearly took a notable amount of effort for her to do so, because I wasn't the kind of person you gush to.
In the end I packed, not happily, but I did it all the same. I mean its not like I had any friends here, or even just happy memories. The only thing that I'll miss is probably the comfy window seat that gave me a perfect view of the lake. I mean, seriously, who could miss a place where you were constantly tormented? I guess I just like familiar things. Didn't like change. But, maybe, this will be a good thing...
Or maybe it wouldn't...
"Goodbye sweetheart! I'll miss you!" I resisted the urge to snort at her pleasantries and just gave a small wave from my place in line for security. She'll miss me my ass.
After getting through the line successfully; successfully meaning my privacy wasn't violated by some dude with a pedophile mustache and beefy hands. After throwing my bag over my shoulder I yawned loudly and I promptly decided that I should splash some water on my face. I walked down a couple crowded halls before finding the little girls room and ducked in quickly.
I went inside and as I stared into the mirror I realized I really should have convinced my mother that the 5 AM flight she booked really wasn't the brightest idea. I sighed, it was going to be a really long fucking day. Just as I was about to turn on the tap water someone emerged from one of the stalls. It was a guy, our eyes met and his widened considerably, but all the same he calmly walked to the sink and washed his hands.
"So, do you come here often?" He inquired as he put some foamy soap on his hands.
"Do you?"
"Erm... Yeah, this is kinda the men's room."
"Oh, really? Then, do tell, where are the urinals?" I questioned him with a smirk.
He whipped around and looked at the bathroom, "Well shit, you should probably be screaming right now".
"I guess I can understand... It's an honest mistake... sort of," I said, rubbing the back of my neck.
He snorted, "It would be, if this was the first time this happened."
"I met my girlfriend when I accidentally went into the girls room at a car dealership..."
"Ha! How did that work out?"
"Well, her dad owns the place, and heard her scream..."
"And, lemme guess, she asked you out?"
"Yeah, actually," he said sheepishly, "In fact her Dad promptly asked me to come over for dinner. He found a sixteen year old boy accidentally in the ladies room comical... Well that and Rosie was beating me with her handbag at that point."
I burst out laughing, "Whoa, there's a story tell your kids..."
At this exact moment a tiny old woman walked into the bathroom.
"PERVERT!" She shreiked before running out.
"In your defense she may have been talking to me." I giggled.
"We should probably get you out of here before security comes..." I led off before he nodded.
"You know I never did catch your name my mysterious bathroom buddy, at this point I've been refering to you as pervert." I told the guy as I snuck him out of the bathroom and down the hall.
He smiled showing cute dimples in his cheeks, "I'm Emmett and I've been calling you my latest victim."
"As accurate as that nickname may be my name is Bella." I told him snorting.
"HEY PERVERT!" The old lady screamed, appearing behind us once more.
"Oh shit," We both said at once before we took off running.
After hauling ass for a minute we ducked inside a crowded Starbucks.
"Damn that old hag is fast!" Emmett hissed as we saw her essentially do high knees past the starbucks.
"PERVERT!" She howled in the direction she wrongly assumed we had headed in.
"Holy fuck," I panted before getting in line to get a nice black coffee.
"Well, I was going to go here anyways soooo... Thank you old bitch!" He said happily from in line behind me.
"Respect your elders, Emmett," I scolded him and he shoved me and I fell onto the dude in front of me.
"Watch the fuck where you're going!" He growled at me like a fucking dog.
"Well Fuck you too buddy!" I replied as he scowled at me.
"Respect your elders, Bella." Emmett chortled.
"Fuck off Emmett."
"Oh, don't worry I did that in the ladies room." He grinned at me.
"You're repulsive!" I told him.
"Excuse me ma'm what are you ordering?" The man at the counter asked me giggling slightly like the fag I was betting he was.
I rattled off my order to him and sighed, this man needed to learn how to dress, I mean a V-neck, really? I practically threw my money at him then tured around and glared at Emmett.
"Dick," I muttered, and walked to the waiting counter.
Emmett sat down his apple juice at the counter and asked for the largest chocolate chip cookie they had.
"Ohh, a big boy wants a big cookie," the counter 'boy' said, attempting to sound alluring. See? What did I tell you? Gay.
"Um, yeah. And an apple juice," he grinned. Oh, that poor naive buffoon.
"Here you are, big boy. It's on the house," he said, fingering his purple scarf.
"Really? Thanks!"
"Yeah. We should meet up at Two Of A Kind sometime, I think we'd have a lot of fun," he said suggestively. At this point I was struggling to keep composure.
"Um, yeah, sure maybe," Emmett said, with that same oblivious smile on his face, poor kid.
"Here's my number big boy," He said handing over a rainbow piece of scribbled on paper to Emmett who nodded before grabbing his treats and happily walked over to me.
"Make a new friend, Emmett?" I asked, struggling to hold in my laughter.
"Yeah! I think he was pretty nice!" he said.
"Um, pretty GAY!" I laughed finally.
"What, no! He invited me to some bar... Two Of A Kind, I think it was," he said, still unbelieving.
"Em, that's a gay bar. My gay cousin worked shifts there to get through community college," I told him.
"Maybe he didn't know it's a gay bar! In fact, I should tell him before he goes there! Oh that poor dude!"
"Yeah, you go ahead and do that. But before, please explain to me why in the hell you would get apple juice at the best coffee shop in the world?"
"I want strong bones!" He shouted.
"Yeah, I think counter boy wants your strong bone too," I giggled.
"Bitch," he mumbled, glancing down at his phone.
"Oh shit, my planes about to start boarding. I gotta get going. Wanna trade numbers?"
"Yeah, I definitely want to do this again sometime," I said, taking his phone to enter my number in.
I glanced down at the time before handing him back his phone.
"Fuck, my plane leaves soon too!" I muttered as I handed him back his phone.
"Well, I suppose I shall text you later then, latest victim!" Emmett declared as we decided to part ways.
"Bye, pervert," I said. And as we began to walk I realized our gates must have been in the same direction.
When I got back to my gate I looked behind me and noticed Emmett still standing there.
"Okay, you know, maybe you have some deep rooted seperation issues, but it's alright, we'll talk. In the meantime, stop being an idiot and go catch your plane," I said.
"This is my plane, Bella," he said.
"Oh. Oh my GOD! Your going to Washington too?" I asked, grinning at the revalation of actually having a friend.
"It's a small world after all, it's a small world after-" I smacked him to end the horrible sound of his singing voice.
"Whenever you sing, another baby is born deaf," I told him. He looked heartbroken.
"Yeah, sad, isn't it? So don't sing!" I said, only half joking.
"I resent that." Emmett told me bitterly glaring me down.
"I'm sure you do." I told him as they announced my group letter was boarding.
And as Emmett started towards the entrance as well I just laughed.
"Smaller world than I thought," Emmett smiled, looking at me knowingly.
I handed the attendant lady my ticket and she flashed me a fake smile before wishing me a safe flight.
Emmett and I walked onto the plane and were directed to the same section and I walked down towards the back and sat down in my assigned seat. And could anyone guess who plopped down beside me.
"Okay, this world is getting a bit to small for my personal comfort," I told him.
"I thought you would say that," He told me grinning widely as we prepared for takeoff.
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