A/N: I own nothing.
CONVERSATIONS WITH....
CHAPTER 1: GROCERY STORE ENCOUNTERS
BPOV
SONG: Brand New: Okay, I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't
I was at the grocery store by my house picking up food for dinner with my best friend and housemate Alice. We were celebrating finally getting every box unpacked and everything put away in my new house. We'd been working on the place for just about six months.
I had bought and moved into the house in January and Alice moved in the a few weeks later to help me out. She was always there anyways, she hated being at her parents house still. My new house finally felt like a home. I had been so nervous to buy my own house, and the stress of trying to get it put together about made my hair fall out. But it had all been worth it to know that this was mine, exactly how I wanted it.
Things felt mostly perfect in my life. I had a career that I absolutely loved. I was a published author, my childhood dream. I didn't publish exactly as I had dreamed I would. When I was a kid I had wanted to publish novels, but my mind changed as I grew older. I had published several compilations of short stories, a volume of poetry and was in the editing process of a short novella. As a side activity I painted, and quite a few had sold rather well. Others were in museums. But all my paintings were under a different name, I preferred it that way, less attention, something I definitely wanted. I had my own home. I had friends I adored and the best best friend I could ever ask for.
So tonight we would celebrate. And maybe sleep more than a few hours. I was cooking dinner tonight as Alice had never really gotten the hang of cooking and wanted to make stuffed manicotti. I was standing in front of the pasta sauces mentally cursing whoever made shelves at stores so tall. Not everyone is six feet tall. Some people, like myself, are barely over five feet.
After contemplating the best way to get the jar of sauce I wanted, which was of course on the top shelf, I finally decided to climb up on the bottom shelf to try and reach that way. I set my basket down and grabbed a shelf and slowly stepped on the bottom one, hoping it would be fine to hold my weight. I reached one arm up and starting grasping for the jar. Just as I was about to grab it my foot slipped off the shelf and I fell backwards. Right into someone behind me. Of course.
I immediately blushed and turned to apologize to whoever I fell into to. I realized that they were much, much taller than me. I sighed and looked up to see a face I;d thought I'd never see again. A face I had hoped I'd never see again.
Edward Masen.
Fucker.
"Bella?" he said seemingly pleasantly surprised. The feeling was not mutual. Not even close. I scowled and decided to try ignoring him. Maybe he would get the hint and go away. Forever this time.
Ignoring him was hard. Too many memories attached to him. I felt like I was in the tv show Chuck, my mind kept flashing images of my memories. Him smiling. Him laughing. Us kissing. Her face. Him and her together. I hated it and hated how it hurt.
Stupid traitor, bitch brain.
I spun back around and again tried to get the sauce I wanted. I didn't think trying to climb on the shelf again was a good idea. Just as I was about to give up and just get some crappy Ragu he reached up and grabbed the jar that I had wanted and handed it to me.
Show off. Stupid tall people.
I snatched the jar from his hand, making sure to not make contact with it and muttered my thanks. I picked up my basket and quickly left the aisle. While I left I took deep breathes to try and calm down. I hated feeling like my feelings were getting the best of me. I needed the control that came with being calm. I refused to let him affect me. I had to control the onslaught of memories trying to cascade through my brain.
I had spent years perfect my mental control. I could block out just about whatever I wanted. I was glad for all those years of practice, because this was definitely a trying situation for me. I was able to succeed within a minute or two.
I only needed a few more items was able to quickly grab those before heading to the check out. I used the self checkout, I was much too impatient to wait for someone else to scan my stuff. It only took me a minute to scan my items and place them in my reusable bags. I swiped my card, threw my receipt in my pocket and grabbed my bags to head to my car.
I was placing my bags in my car when I heard someone very near, too near, say my name. That voice sounded very much like someone I did not want to talk to. I turned to my right to see Edward standing there smiling at me.
Would he not get a clue? Seriously what right did he even have, never mind. I refused to go there. Control. Control. I could do this.
"You didn't even say hi to me. You do remember who I am right?" he said.
"I do know who you are, I wish I didn't but it's a bit too late for that now isn't it? And I did not plan to say hi or really anything else to you." I quickly said and then turned back to the trunk of my car and placed the last bag in.
"Why not?" he asked. I frowned, wondering which sentence he was referring to. Basically they had the same answer. He had to know that. I slammed the trunk closed before turning to face him.
"I'm pretty sure you know exactly why. I need to go. Bye." I quickly tuned and starting walking around my car. I needed to escape now, before I did something I regret. Like hit him.
"I guess," he said quietly to himself. He was silent for a moment, before he said, "Nice car."
I looked at my baby. I had gotten her the year before. I loved her, as did everyone else. It was a 2016 Lincoln MKT in midnight blue. It really was a beautiful car, who was I to deny that?
I looked up and smirked, "I know." I then slid into my seat and thew it in reverse and hurried out of the parking lot. Away from Edward and my past. Hopefully I'd be leaving them both behind for good. I didn't think I could handle him in my life again. He had thrown it upside down before, without even giving me any warning. And I hated him for that. He had no right to do that.
So I would forget him.
Forget her.
Forget us.
I didn't want or need those memories anymore.
AUTHORS NOTE
Okay I know I haven't finished Love Notes yet, but this story has been like an itch in my brain, the much dirtier side of my mind, and I just had to scratch and get it on paper. This will be very different from Love Notes, it's angstier, angrier, and dirtier. If you are not of age please DO NOT READ!
Please review, I was pretty nervous to post this and would adore feedback. Teasers for reviews!!
--aiden28