Cold Case Love

Chapter 1: We Have No Bounds

Isabella (Bella) Marie Swan

"Please," I begged. My patience was wearing thin and I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes and thought of an alternative for this to end. Images of me, falling off the cliff rolled through my mind; my curly mahogany hair sprawling through the wind, my brown eyes wide, my small body hitting the water. I almost smiled at the thought, and then almost immediately grimaced at the morbidness of it. I ran a hand through my hair and groaned, "Shut. The fuck. Up!" I exclaimed and hopped carefully over one of the rock pools.

"I'm just being logical," Emmett defended with an annoying smirk. I rolled my eyes and he let out a booming laugh, while the wind whipped at his brown curly hair. His tall figure loomed over me, since he stood over 6'5'', which greatly towered over my 5'4'' stance. He was pretty tank, and burly, and looked like he could juice your head if you placed it under his arm-pit and he squeezed.

"Too bad Emmett's logic is one of a mentally unstable patient attending the Shutter Island mental asylum for the criminally insane," I countered and he laughed a booming laugh again, and it echoed off the cliff walls, and down toward the lower ones. I smiled and laughed too and rolled my eyes again as I looked over at him, "Rosalie get the fuck down off Emmett's back," I groaned and she shook her head, her long blond hair flowing down her back.

"No!" She exclaimed, "I have no shoes, and all the little shells hurt," She complained, "And I don't want to step on all the little slimy sea creatures in the water," She explained and I shook my head, as I carefully stepped around a big rock pool again, making sure to not cut myself, since I wasn't wearing shoes either.

"They're just starfish and hermit crabs," I pointed out and she rolled her pale blue icy eyes and wrapped her arms around Emmett's neck to hold on tighter. The sunset was beautiful, and walking along the rocks by the crashing water, as the tide became higher was magical; Especially with your best mates. The cliffs formed strange shapes, and I couldn't help but give a name to them. Like that one over there, looked like a couch, it dented in, and you could probably sit on it, as you watched the sun go down. I loved strolling down along the rock and cliff parts of the beach, and was ultimately happy that I lived in North Carolina, Wilmington. It was one of the prettiest places ever, and consisted of many great things I loved.

"Hey," Someone's familiar voice called, "Look at this shit!" Jasper called, bounding over to us, something long and black hanging from his hand, "It's a dead shark!" He exclaimed. The thing, which was now to be called a shark, was black and had weird fins on it's body, and couldn't have been bigger than a foot. I had heard of these types of sharks before but the name had slipped me. Jasper laughed at Rosalie's expression and ran a hand through his shaggy honey blond hair, trying to get it out of his pale blue eyes. He stepped forward towering over me at his 6'3'' height.

"Ew!" Rosalie exclaimed, "Get that the fuck away from me," She said disgusted that her own twin brother was even touching it, better yet, holding it, "it's dead too," She added with a grimace and Jasper laughed again with a smirk and reached his arm back before flinging it forward into the direction of the water, spinning until it landed with a splash in the sea. The only problem though, as it spun the water residue flicked everywhere - onto us more specifically - and Rosalie squealed disgusted.

"Smooth," I commented with a laugh, wiping off some of the water on me, which made me feel dirty. Jasper winked at me, before 'subtly' whistling his way to Rosalie, before wiping his wet hands onto her back, which made her scream from shock and revulsion. Jasper burst out laughing, and Rosalie looked livid. She hopped down off Emmett's back, not caring about where her feet were now, and a look of determination plastered on her face. "Oh you are so going to get it," I said with a grin and Jasper started hopping from rock pool to rock pool, avoiding the sharp shells, and almost running. Rosalie followed too, as Jasper laughed his way away from her. Soon the roles were reversed and Jasper started chasing Rose, as she giggled her way away from him and his splashes of water.

"Honestly guys," Emmett called, "Act your age, you're seventeen!" He exclaimed, and Jasper and Rosalie ignored him, but I just turned to him with an eye brow raised.

"Ironic," I said simply and he looked at me with a smiled, "Coming from you Emmett, that's fucking ironic," I said shaking my head as Jasper and Rosalie came back toward us smiling like idiots. Rosalie walked up to Emmett and wrapped her arms lazily around his torso from the side, as he draped his arm over her shoulder. I stood on their left, and Jasper on my left.

"So, when's next practice?" Jasper asked. He never really could relax huh? Always thinking of the band. Ever since we were about thirteen and had watched our first battle of the bands concert, we were pumped and found the idea of having our own band would be awesome. It was mostly Emmett's idea though, he was usually the most outrageous in his own mind, but we couldn't find a problem with this one.

We weren't inexperienced though; I couldn't play an instrument, but I loved writing, so I could definitely do lyrics, I had a way with words. When we started I was the one who was supposed to sing, even though I didn't really know how, but eventually, over time, I came around to it, doing a few lessons and I just sung naturally. Emmett always knew how to play drums, I guess his parents thought, it would be better for him to beat and bash the drums rather than him doing other things like beat and bash neighborhood property, by accident of course...they were wrong. I guess you could say they were always on edge, and enjoyed every single piece of silence they got. Rosalie was wicked skilled on the guitar, well more likely, the electric guitar, which she favored. Though Rosalie was sometimes slightly prissy and quite girly, she liked having a tough and raw exterior or part of her, guitar is part of that. Lastly was Jasper, the pianist of us all, which was quite important, since he could work a synthesizer and all. He was the brains of us, figuring out our next step or approach or our game plan, getting gigs, he was probably our un-official manager and publicist all rolled into one.

We weren't a popular band, of course not. We were probably only known vaguely in the area of Wilmington, even so many didn't know us, only the people who went to the clubs and local gathering places around here. Wilmington was small though, so the people who did know us, well, there weren't many of them. Our bands name is License to Late, which doesn't make any complete sense at all, but we love it anyway. People usually remember the wacky name so it's good for our reputation.

"Who cares?" I asked and Jasper sent a glare at me and I rolled my eyes, "I mean, just relax a bit," I corrected myself, "Summer just started about three hours ago, don't you seriously just want to kick it back old-school?" I asked and Jasper sighed defeated. "See, I knew you'd want to," I smirked.

"Well I have the best thing to start summer off with!" Rosalie exclaimed, "The carnival starts tomorrow night," She reminded us, "I love the carnival, especially at night, when the lights shine, and it's all on the boardwalk, it's so pretty..." She rambled on. The carnival came every year and almost every person who went to the local high school, Clayton Valley went to the Carnival, plus everyone else.

"Yeah, we should totally go," I said, a smirk raising on my face as I remembered last years events. Jasper groaned seeing my facial expression, and I stifled my laughter.

"Bella, shut up," He said and I couldn't help the laughter that followed.

"Oh I remember last year!" Emmett said loudly, "That fat kid who ate too many corn-dogs puked on Jasper on the Tea-Cup ride!" Emmett boomed, before doubling over in laughter. Last year we went to the carnival, making a pact that we would ride very single ride, including the stupid kids ones. So we all sat in a tea-cup together, which fits six, so the Carnie shoved another person in our cup, which was the fat kid who looked like he just started middle school. The kid had just finished a corn-dog while being shoved on the ride, and not even five second on the ride, he hurled all over Jasper and Jasper's new rocker skinny jeans which cost him a months pay from his work at the Burger Shack.

"Hey, don't be mean!" Rosalie defended and Jasper felt proud that his sister had defended him, "That poor kid started crying, because Jasper demanded he pay him for a new pair of pants!" Jasper grimaced, realizing Rosalie was defending the helpless kid instead of him.

"Okay, okay," I said with a laugh, "Enough of teasing Jasper time," I called out over Emmett's laughter, "As much I love it," I mumbled with a smile, "We'll meet at you guys' house at like 5 okay?" I asked pointing at Rosalie and Jasper, "I have work before that." I explained. Since freshman year, I had gotten a part-time job at the local diner, called Louie's. The original owner had died from long ago, but his daughter Chantelle owned and ran it now, so she was my boss. She was really nice, not to mention young and pretty too. She was about twenty four, and stood tall, around Rosalie's height which was 5'9''. She had curly light brown hair, tanned skin, and deep brown eyes.

The diner was probably our most frequent hang out, work, or no work, besides the beach and other places. The diner also had a stage were if we didn't have gigs elsewhere we were always encouraged by Chantelle and allowed to perform whenever we wanted, as long as we gave notice, so she could advertise that we were performing, which I thought wasn't necessary but she insisted. The diner wasn't that usual 50's 60's look thing, it was more vintage and such, and had a small stage, which diners usually didn't have. They sold the same food though, the pancakes, and hot dogs and everything else you could imagine. About the only thing I did despise was were the work uniforms, which Chantelle insisted yet again that they were cute. They were the cliche diner dresses, pale blue, complete with a white apron, and short hemline and layered underneath the skirt part, making it stick out slightly. Unlike the 50's diner clothes these were at least a little modernized. Rosalie also worked at the diner with me, which was way fun, and most of our girl talk memories took place I said before, Jasper worked at the Burger Shack which was a few blocks away from the diner. Emmett however just worked for his dad at the only car repair place.

"Yeah, doesn't matter anyway since everyone goes when the sun starts going down," Rosalie confirmed, "We do have to withhold a reputation, so that includes going at the correct time at the correct place," She grinned and I rolled my eyes. Rosalie and her reputation for the band. She was so into that she even gave us our own images; Emmett: the funny hot one, always joking and playing prank, an easy guy to get along with. Jasper: The cool hot one, always chilling, taking it day by day, also the smartie too. Me: The independent hot one, apparently, seductive, mysterious, and no man can have her...(Que eye roll) And finally Rosalie, of course Emmett, Jasper and I did hers, it would be stupid for her to describe herself, so Rosalie: The foxy hot one, strong on the inside, takes no shit, and practically sex on legs. Did you catch that every one of us is hot? That practically made me laugh for three days straight, I understood how Rosalie could be called that, and Jasper and Emmett, but just not me, but of course Rosalie almost shitted a brick when I called her out on it, she looked like she would murder me if I questioned her judgment.

Overall we were a pretty rough and tough band, who had an original image, inner strength, independence, and was quite open to many genre's of music. We covered a lot of things, from celebrities songs, to our own, but always they were different and were different styles. The only songs we didn't cover, were Disney songs, like Miley and the Jonas Brothers; we don't mean offense, it's just not where we want our music to go. We didn't want to get stuck with pre-pubescent little girls as fans, we wanted to target the older teenage to young adult to older adult audience.

"I'm not going," Jasper grumbled and I fought the urge this time to roll my eyes. just because of one little incident he wasn't going to go, what a girl.

"It'll be fun," I said with a smile, "We just have to go on the Ferris Wheel this year. I really want to see the view with the lights and shit, it would look wicked," I commented and Rosalie flipped her hair back, running a hand through it as the wind whipped it around.

"Yeah we didn't get to go last year, remember?" Rosalie asked with a smirk, "Jasper was too busy pussy-ing around, because his jeans," Rosalie laughed and Jasper growled while Emmett boomed with laughter again, "So we ended up walking home early, you sulking the whole way," She mock pouted and I laughed along too, shaking my head as she teased her brother.

"So?" Jasper asked, "You were thank-full, because as soon as we got home you were fucking Em. When our bedrooms are right next to each other!" Jasper defended, as Rosalie sent a horrid glare his way. He then looked at me, "We have very thin walls," He said seriously and I gasped lightly with a smile before trying to stifle my laughter again.

"Whatever," Rosalie brushed off, "You're just jealous," She concluded and he scoffed.

"Rose, I'm pretty sure I'm not jealous of that bulk of muscle standing next to you," Jasper said with a roll of his eyes.

"Hey!" Emmett called out and and Rosalie sighed.

"I wasn't talking about Emmett. I mean you were jealous that you couldn't be fucking someone then," Rosalie corrected, "Like..." She trailed off suggestively, glancing at me. She wasn't glancing at me, meaning that she thought Jazz and I should fuck, but she was glancing at me, because she and I had discovered a few days ago that Jasper totally had a thing for the new girl at our school.

"Alice Brandon," I said simply and as soon as the words left my mouth Jasper choked on his own saliva, before turning to look at us like we were crazy.

"As if," He scoffed, "Yeah right...sure thing," He muttered on, "Her last name's Brandon?" He asked and I smirked at him before he groaned. If he showed interest in her, it mean he had a thing for her, which he just did, by asking about her name.

"She is cute," I said, "Short, maybe 4'10'', cute spiky dark brown almost black hair, which is short too. Petite body, almost like a pixie, which suits her hair and height, and the most awesome-st eyes ever!" I exclaimed, "They're silver! They're like fucking sex eyes," I said and felt Jasper tense next to me, "Don't get too excited," I warned with a laugh as I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe she'll be at the carnival," I said suggestively, "What am I saying? Maybe? Of course she'll be there, everyone's going," I said and that must of hit home, because Jasper turned to look at me before sighing.

"I'll go then," He said and Rosalie smirked in triumph.

"Fucker." She whispered.

"Bitch." He said back flipping her off.

"Pussy," Emmett said to Jasper and I laughed.

"Homos," I said to all of them, before picking up my abandoned shoes, I had left here at the beginning of the walk and slipping them on. This was going to be a hell of a fucking summer.

A/N: I am absolutely obsessed with this story! Don't worry, I am still updating my other stories, this one just kind of came to me. hahah

anyways review please, otherwise, what will motivate me to update?