Hey guys!
This is a new story, but it's a series of one shots involving multiple people in Twilight. This will be sort of like a "prompt" thing. If you send me a message or leave a review telling me what you want a one shot about, or who you want the characters to be, I'll write about it! They don't all have to be related, so if you any suggestions let me know!
Disclaimer: obviously, I have no ownership. If I did, I would filthy rich.
She felt suffocated.
An iron weight rested against her chest, pushing her down into her fluffy bed. Toy soldiers made of metal shot their guns into her head, their tiny little feet pounding across her brow. She clawed at the sheets, searching release from the torture, but her efforts were futile. She couldn't escape. Spiders crawled up her arms, and her legs cramped up.
Oh my God, she thought to herself. The skin crawling, the pressure, the headaches...I've finally cracked.
Angel shot up like a rocket, screaming. She glanced around her room, eyes adjusting to the moonlight. That didn't matter, however, when her sister charged into the room, flipping on the light. "Ang?"
Angel took deep, shuddering breaths, hopping from her bed. "I...I can't take it anymore, Jenn."
"Take what?" her fair haired sister replied, frowning. "The stress?"
"Everything," Angel panted. She scratched her arms, making the pale skin flame up. "I am tired of being the perfect little girl. I don't want this anymore!"
"Angel, listen." Jenn slowly approached her younger sister. "You don't have to, nobody is pressuring you."
"What are you talking about?" Angel exclaimed. "I have driven myself insane because of this damn pressure to be perfect. Ever since you ran off with John, Mom and Dad have expected me to pick up where you left off. Do you know I can go four days without sleep because of the crap I do? Work, soccer, Athletes Fellowship, SGA, and attempting to keep my grades up? And in this process, I'm expected to never be cross with our parents, never be disrespectful, do as I'm told, and be the epitome of obedience? All I get is pressure! Mom, Dad, Principal Evans, Mr. Nickels, Granger, Kelly, Carlson, Coach Piper, everybody in my life!" She took a deep breath. "I don't want this anymore."
Jenn frowned. "Then what do you want, Angel?"
"I..." the girl trailed off and sunk to the floor. "I want somewhere that people don't know who I am, or expect anything from me. I want to do something stupid and careless for once in my life."
"Okay," Jenn smiled. "What about that party friend of yours?"
"I wouldn't want to disturb her, it's ten o'clock—
Jenn raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, I thought you didn't care."
Angel nodded. "Of course, of course. I'm gonna..." her voice trailed off as she grabbed a pair of gray uggs. She shoved them on her feet and glanced in the mirror. Her off the shoulder shirt was two sizes too large, her hair was in a messy knot, she had bags under her eyes, and her shorts were inappropriately short. She sniffled slightly and shook her head. "I'm driving to Amber's apartment right now."
Jenn sighed. "I really shouldn't be letting you do this. You're only seventeen and in a very fragile state."
"Look, you better make Mom think I'm staying another couple days at your house from all that time I covered for you. Especially the night you left with John."
"Fair enough."
"See you in forty eight hours?"
"Deal."
Angel grabbed her car keys and bolted from the fancy house.
Her parents were Senator Harold Brown and his lovely, charitable wife, Jessica. Since she was a little girl, she'd always been the good child. She followed exactly where her parents directed her and never questioned them. She took on many responsibilities (having been given a long speech about her duties as a Brown) and handled them the best she could. As a senior nearing the end of the year, the workload seemed to increase. The clubs she participated in did more events that she had to organize; as student body president, she began preparing for next Year's student council and finishing up the school year's events; in soccer, Coach worked them harder to push them to the championship; in classes, teachers added more and more homework to prepare for finals.
At home was an entire universe in itself, what with parents, public events, charity organizations...
Everything was just too much. The cool and collected girl had finally cracked. Funny, how she had been at her sisters in attempt to relax before finals. She fell asleep reading a book not related to school, in a calming environment, early in the night. And she had lost it.
Angel laughed aloud as she pulled out of the driveway. The wind flew in through the windows and whipped harshly at her face. She was beginning not to care. Who would've thought?
Angelica Brown didn't give a shit.
~o~O~o~
The girl in the mirror was not Angel.
Her red curls were gone, now straightened completely. Her emerald eyes were lined heavily and accented with green and grey eyeshadow, looking more cat eyed than usual. Her pale face still looked pale, but not pasty against the dark clothes she wore.
Her skinny jeans were dark wash, hugging every bit of her they could. She had on a black tank top, covered by a black leather jacket. Her boots were grey, the leather material zipped up against the jeans. The worst part: they were four inches high. She frowned slightly, her glossy lips looking displeased.
"Amber," she said. "Are you sure?"
"Baby, this is what you wanted, right?" the dark haired girl crossed her arms and poked out her hip. "You said you needed a fun night. You told me you wanted to go home with a random guy."
Angel cringed. "You make me sound horrible."
"It's not that bad," Amber said. "I've done it before."
Angel nodded and bit her lip. I can do this, she thought. Tonight, I'm going to have fun and do something no one would ever expect of me.
Amber drove them to a club in Seattle, something French that Angel had never bothered to learn. It was booming with pop music, the only familiar thing to her. She gripped her friends hand, and the two disappeared into the club (Amber somehow got them admitted by saying her name). Almost instantly, she was led to the bar.
"What can I get you ladies?" the bartender said smoothly.
"A jack and coke for my friend, a lemon drop for me," Amber answered with a flirtatious smile. The bartender smiled back and began preparing the drinks, putting on a fancy show to advertise his abilities. Angel watched in amazement how he tossed the bottles around and used great hand-eye coordination to make the drinks. Amber slid him the money and winked before he moved farther down the bar.
"Take a sip, Angie," Amber urged. "You have to loosen up."
Angel hesitantly raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. Her eyes stung briefly from the first experience, but after a few sips it went away. She blinked and somehow, before she knew it, she was done with two drinks. The time had passed by getting hit on by a hot guy who kept his hand on her thigh, speaking low. When he leaned down to kiss her jaw, she wiggled away and hopped off the seat.
For the first time in four years, she was relaxed. Her body was in an almost floaty stage, and she felt confident. Squaring her shoulders, she walked off into the crowd with Amber. She didn't have any intention of getting drunk tonight; no, she just wanted to loosen up some. Two drinks in her inexperienced body, was enough for a subtle buzz.
As she danced, moving against some guy's body, she felt a tug. Her stomach formed a little knot, as if someone had attached some string to the inside of her stomach was gently pulling on it. She attempted to ignore it, finding another guy. She didn't look at his face, only his body (that was enough for her). He was broad, muscular, and wearing a white t-shirt that stretched beautifully across his sculpted chest. Turning her back to him, she scooted closer. They somehow guided each other to a comfortable dancing position. Her hands were up, reaching behind to touch flaming hot skin. One of the guy's hands were on her waist, the other spread across her stomach to keep her in place.
They moved together in a hot dance, almost as if they were becoming one person in their movement. He turned her body around to face him, and they continued moving closely together. Finally, she looked up and into a set of chocolate colored eyes that instantly melted her insides. This guy had a hot body and a face sculpted by the angels.
Angel stumbled slightly at the intensity of the look they shared. He seemed shocked too, but still smiled. Gently leaning down, he whispered, "Wanna get out of here?"
For some unknown reason to her, she said yes.
Girl I know I don't know you
But your pretty little eyes so blue
Are pulling me in
Like the moon on your skin
I'm so glad you trusted me
To slide up on this dusty seat
And let your hair down
Get out of town
Got the stars coming out over my hood
And all I know now is it's going good
They were outside the club, walking down the side walk.
"What brings you here?" the guys asked Angel. A faint blush was visible in the moonlight as she looked down.
"I've had a hard year," she said. "The stress was too much, so I gave in and decided to let loose tonight. Everything I do will be my first impulse, I'm determined. No thinking or planning, just doing." she wasn't entirely sure why she was spilling this to the stranger. She admired his cropped black hair and russet colored skin. "What about you?"
"I don't know," he responded. "I guess I was just tired of everyone around me having someone to love, except me. I needed to just put myself out there for one night."
Angel nodded in understanding. They continued to walk in silence, Angel slightly aware of the heat radiating off her companion. Without warning, he spoke.
"I know I don't know you," he spoke boldly. "But you look so amazing in the moonlight, and your eyes are so bright, I just...I have to ask." he blinked quickly. "Would you go for a ride with me? Like, just get in the car and drive for a long time, not caring where we end up?"
Angel shivered, her arms getting goose bumps. "That sounds...exhilarating. I'm in."
"So quickly?"
"First impulse. No thinking."
"Alright by me," he said. They reached an older looking truck. He opened her door and helped her slide in before jogging to his side. He turned on the car, got the volume of the radio up, and hit the road.
Angel beamed as California Girls came on. She held her hands up and began singing, swaying her body to the music and dancing in her space. She was aware of the way he kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye. When the song ended, a commercial came on. She leaned against the seat, slightly out of breath. She glanced out the window. Stars were becoming more clear as they left the city.
You got your hands up
You're rocking in my truck
You got the radio on
You're singing every song
I'm set on cruise control
I'm slowly losing hold
Of everything I got
You're looking so damn hot
And I don't know what road we're on
Or where we've been
From staring at you girl
All I know is I don't want this night to end
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Embry," he returned. "Yours?"
"Angel," she giggled (for absolutely no reason). "Tell me Embry...do I look good tonight?" she picked at the jacket. "I feel kind of slutty."
"In all honesty, I think you look hot," he said simply. "But that's just me."
This earned another smile, causing Embry to smile. Angel laughed and leaned over towards him. They were at a stoplight, so she had no worries about planting a kiss on him. He seemed shocked at first. Soon enough though, he returned the kiss fervently. They embraced for a moment before a horn told them the light was green.
"Tonight will be fantastic," Angel proclaimed. "We'll have fun, won't we Embry?"
"Oh yeah," he responded, still in shock from the kiss.
Another song came on the radio, some boy band song. Instantly, Angel's hands were back up and she was dancing again. Embry couldn't help it: he let a wide grin stretch across his face as she moved her beautiful body. Her skin glowed in the moonlight and her eyes drew him in deeply. He knew his imprint had him hooked then and there. Even if she didn't know it, he would do anything she asked. As long as she stayed with him and the moon stayed in the sky, he was under a spell that none could break.
Gonna cuss the morning when it comes
Cause I know that the rising sun
Ain't no good for me
Cause you'll have to leave
Gonna make the most of every mile
Do anything to make your smile
Land on my lips
Get drunk on your kiss
Clock on the dash says 3:35
There's plenty of gas and the night's still alive
Around two o'clock, they pulled into a gas station. So far, they had made random stops to have little make out sessions or do something weird like buying pool toys or deciding to go coning at a drive thru restaurant. now, Angel stumbled in on Embry's arm, the both of them pretty high on the night.
They weren't actually high, though. Angel wanted adventurous, but the idea of that was too much. As for Embry...well, we all know it wouldn't have any effect if he tried it.
"What can I do for you?" the lady behind the counter said.
Embry out their snacks and coffee on the counter. "This, and then thirty on pump four."
After being rung up, she put their stuff in a bag and told them their gas was ready. Nodding, they started to leave the store. However, Angel told Bry to go on. She turned back to the side of the store with all the supplies and got the things she needed. Laying them out on the counter, she watched the cashier ring up the blanket's, the small pillows, the more comfortable flip flips, and a hoodie. Thanking the cashier, she quickly left with her purchases.
Once back in the car, they drove. The dashboard clock informed them that the night was progressing. This obviously was distasteful to Embry, and Angel found it displeasing as well. She was really enjoying her time with Embry; as they drove, they had been getting to know one another. She couldn't help but think of how they'd have to go their separate ways in the morning. For some reason, the thought brought tears to her eyes. She instantly wiped them away.
After talking and eating a little bit, they found themselves on a back road. Embry frowned. "I'm not entirely sure where I'm supposed to go now."
"That's the point," Angel chirped. "We're driving to see where we end up. This where we're ending up."
The clock now said 3:35. She grinned inwardly as the truck stopped. The night was still young, and this wouldn't be their last stop.
They hopped out of the truck when facing a barn. It looked as if it had once kept a lot of animals, but there was no sign of any crops. The view from the back of the barn was lovely. Trees, rolling hills, and smooth lake water shone brightly in the night light. It took Angel's breath away, and she squeezed Embry's hand. "I'll be right back."
When she returned, she found a nice spot surrounded by hay. The outside of the back of the barn had a tin covering, slanting down to the ground. From it, old and unused lanterns hung, hay bales were scattered all over the place, and it seemed white lonely. So, Angel spread out a few layers of blankets in the hay and propped the pillows against some bales. Embry watched in silence. She stripped off her boots and leather jacket, then laid down on the surprisingly comfortable blanket.
Embry kicked off his shoes and laid next to her. "Is this what you were doing in the gas station?"
"It's entirely possible."
He laughed, bringing her into his arms. All of a sudden, swept up in the moment, Embry felt that same rush of affection he'd gotten early. Angel, having similiar feelings, leaned down and planted a deep, sensual kiss on him. This one was unlike the others, which were sweet and drawn out. This kiss came in pants, showing some unreasonable need for each other now. As it more fierce, Embry pulled her closer against him. She moved to hook her leg around his thigh, holding herself in place.
He wasn't sure how it had gotten so heated, but soon Angel was pulling St her white shirt, desperate. "Embry, please."
"I don't think it's a good idea," Embry said, but his voice potrayed the truth: he wasn't gonna protest for long.
"We're never going to see each other again," she said. "Just please give me this to take with me. Our memories are there, yes, but this will be something I will always have."
Sighing, Embry answered by crashing his lips to her's once more, losing complete resolve.
He really hoped this night wouldn't end.
You got your hands up
You're rocking in my truck
You got the radio on
You're singing every song
I'm set on cruise control
I'm slowly losing hold
Of everything I got
You're looking so damn hot
And I don't know what road we're on
Or where we've been
From staring at you girl
All I know is I don't want this night to end
I don't want this night to end
No I don't want this night to end
Angel and Embry stood in front of the truck, which was parked at her sister's house. He had bought her breakfast before bringing her back here, and they were having a difficult time departing. Angel felt her eyes stinging at the prospect of never seeing Embry.
She was starting to walk away, but halfway up the porch steps she stopped. Embry was looking forlornly at her, his face in obvious pain. Losing control, she suddenly bounded down the steps and flew into his arms, exchanging another fierce kiss. He picked her up and her legs locked around his waist, holding them closer.
"I'll miss you," Angel said, her hands in his hair. "So much, Embry."
"You have no idea how much I'll miss you," Embry replied. He breathed in her spring scent, nit wanting to let go. "But I'll come back soon."
Her eyes lit up and she kissed him again. "Don't be long."
"Believe me, I won't," he answered. He finally set her down and gave her one last kiss on the forehead. Sullenly, they parted ways.
In the house, Jenn was waiting. Angel giggled lightly and glanced out the window. "Jenn, I think I've found myself."
"And who are you?" her sister asked, lopping her arm through the red head's.
"I'm Angel," she responded. "Embry's angel."
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