This idea is rushing through my head I can't hardly do anything without it keep pestering me in my mind. So I have decided to oblige and just write it out. First off, this is a dream I just had. It is quite scary that I had it. Second, some of the stuff that happens in this story is fiction and not fiction. I actual did have my dream with some of the Twilight characters. Oh and this is my first story. So give me reviews! You'll just have to see what happens. I hope you enjoy :)
The setting of this story is Bella living in a small town and she lives out in the country but not Hicktown. It is just a laid back type of place with not all the materialistic stuff shoved in everyone's face. Bella's story is a bit story then the usual. She has two aunts from her mother's side and her dad is not living. I will give you more information later! Oh and this story does have curse words in it and will/does have sexual content in it. Just for fair warning. It is rated M though.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters but I do own the storyline.
Bella POV
I slide the sliding glass door and walked out of my grandmother's house and into the hot humid night. It felt too stuffy in there. I needed to get out of the bickering between my aunts and get some fresh air to clear my head.
I just didn't get it. I knew he was gorgeous. I mean, those green eyes pierced through my soul and that bronzy hair just made me smile because I knew probably only he could pull off the disheveled look. But there was more to him then just good looks and a mouth watering body. It was like when he looked at me I never had felt so alive soo—intimate. That's the word. When we locked eyes for that immeasurable amount of time I felt so intimate with him, like I never felt with another guy.
I mean there have been other guys but just non that holds my attention. There are always the ones that are just begging for a date—the desperate. Then there are the ones that are just phone calling nonstop--obsessive. Then there are just the ones I just don't want--the ones I just don't want.
Let's take Mike Newton for example. He is one of the most vilest creatures in my eyes. He looks at me like I am his next prey with fucking. His eyes skim my body in an animalistic way like he is hungry. I hate it. Not only does it creep me out. It scares me too because every time I walk past him through the grocery store or the flea market.
He always lurks behind me and then comes up and whispers with his hot breath, "You will be with me one day. Fairly soon. And I better not catch you with any guys. I always see that Eric staring at you. But he will not stare too much longer considering that you will be mine."
Every time he says that I literally am holding my breath. He can be so creepy that it gets a little intimidating. I hate that. I hate showing that I can be weak. And for the record, I will never be his. He acts as if I am someone's property. Ugh.
I suddenly notice that it has been raining while I was thinking about all of that. I lean over the porch railing and stick my palm out to feel the rain drizzle on my hand. It feels amazing. I absolutely love the rain. At first I didn't like it but rain makes feel so--connected with nature. I want to go and dance in the rain but I know that my dress will get ruined. I know my grandmother will be so pissed since we are supposed to be driving into town to a slightly ritzy restaurant because of my grandpa's birthday and I don't think she would like me looking a wet dog while dining.
Geez. Why did I have to think of the word wet? Why oh why did I? It's enough that I think about him all the time but when I stop thinking about him for a split second something just has to pop his beautiful face back into my head! Surely I have an infatuation with him. I mean, I know I have never felt like this towards any guy but that doesn't mean anything. It just means. Well. That he just has a strong effect on me and I think that he is extremely attractive.
Attractive like if he asked me, "Rip your clothes off and then were going to fuck all night long." Then I would probably happily oblige. Oh god--did I just think that? I must really have a huge infatuation with him. I guess our meeting was a bit intense. At least on my end it was.
Yesterday morning, I was on the long walk from town to my family house. It was a bit hot but I had my light blue plaid dress on with my comfy white flats so my feet wouldn't hurt on the walk.
But as I was walking along side of the road, I see this man--shirtless with his jeans hanging on his low on his waist and the bottom of his jeans rolled up to his knees. That isn't the only thing that gets my attention but it should have been otherwise I wouldn't have probably been so fixated on him.
I also notice that he is drinking water from the clean creek on my family's land. Instinctively, I start running towards him. My family's land is a couple acres although this creek is near the road and my house and he was definitely not being conspicuous. As I ran through my family's field of rye I started thinking that this guy is probably going to think I am crazy just running up to him and giving him orders. But then again this gives me an excuse to get a closer look at him. I slow my pace of running and walk briskly until I am right behind him.
His back was to me and I mustered up all the courage I had and said, "Listen you have an amazing backside. Now let me get a good look at your front." Yeah right, if only I did say that.
What I really said was, "Um, excuse me. But do have permission to be on my family's land?" I will admit my voice was a bit unsteady but I structure my face into an affirmative look so I wouldn't look easily persuaded.
Slowly, he turned around and showed a sight I couldn't even imagine. His eyes were the first thing that I saw of him and I felt I couldn't look away from their remarkable green as emerald color and their amazing depth. I ripped my eyes off of his cause I felt I was gawking and was looking for something to grab my attention and unfortunately my eyes landed and looked at his lips. Those flawless, juicy, full lips with a little water dripping from the sides of his mouth. In that moment I thought of all the ways I could just casually hold his face down and kiss him from days on end. Luckily, the back of his hand came up and wiped the little water left on his mouth creating a distraction for me. I knew once I looked into his eyes that my structured face broke and now I needed to form it again so that he didn't know that I was so taken aback from him.
In the next moment, I heard the best sound in the world--his voice. He said, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was trespassing. I just was so thirsty that I just needed a little something to drink. I will leave now though."
He spoke his words with such meaning that I was hanging onto every word that he was saying. He turned to leave and I noticed that his body was so sculpted and wet that I wonder why I never looked.
But in the next second I unfortunately had word vomit and yelled out, "No!"
The man looking only 18 or 19 turned around and looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Pardon?"
I had no idea why I did that. I just knew I didn't want him to go. I had already embarrassed myself enough so I just stuck with the casual talk acting so we could start over and see that I am not such an ass.
I cleared my throat and said, "I'm sorry that I was so rude to you. But what is your name?" I tried to remain casual and calm on the outside but on the inside I was so nervous and shaky it is a wonder my legs didn't just buckle and give away.
He took a step forward towards me and a smile formed from his lips showing me his straight pearly whites. He hesitated and suddenly all these ideas are jumbling around in my head like—I must have looked like an eager little teen asking for his name and not an 18 year old woman. Or that he must think I am horrifically ugly and that I am just beneath him which I am in the beauty department. I mean, I know I am not ugly. But I certainly would not look good if I was standing by this beautiful guy.
He then responds, "My name is Edward Cullen. What is your name?" I am surprised he asked but then again it is only the proper thing to do.
But I respond and say, "My name is Isabella Swan. But everyone calls me Bella. My family owns Marie Essence--that's the name our land. Marie is my middle name. My family thought it would be pretty name for our land but I just thought it sort of sounded like a stripper name." I couldn't believe I just told him that. It was unbelievable. Usually I am like a hermit crab with people but with him, I just couldn't stop talking. Ugh. Which is now a downfall.
He interrupted my thinking with a light chuckle and said, "Interesting observation. Do you always talk about names that way?" His tone of voice was curious and yet I knew he was being playful. Well two could play at that game.
"Why of course. Let's take your name for example. Edward Cullen. Hmm, hm. Nevermind."
He says, "No no. Tell me what you are thinking."
I reply with, "Honestly?" and he eyes and voice confirm it, "Honestly."
"Well your name sounds like a name of a British Lord just wanting to take every girl's virtue."
He cocked his eyebrows and then threw in a crooked smile and said, "A veryy interesting observation. Although you're wrong about it all."
I replied, "Well I said I talk about names that way but not that I am good at actually showing the truth of the name." My eyes were pleading for him to touch me. Just looking at him made me want to strip and do everything with him.
He smiled and said, "You're peculiar, that is for sure. But in a good way. I do hope I see you around some time." And then he started walking away. Away from me. Then he turned his head around and smiled at me and our eyes met instantly.
I was pulled out of my memory from my Aunt Donna telling me we are leaving in an hour. I was relieved that I just pulled on my white cotton dress that was showing some cleavage but was still elegant enough that I could walk into a fancy restaurant and still be waited on.
I went down the stairs and off the back porch. The rain had let up and was not even drizzling. I wanted to see if there were big puddles of rain left on the road. I took off my shoes and headed around to the front of the house to wear the road is. It was dark and the crickets were chirping.
I walked to the road and saw that there were puddles and started sticking my feet into them. I loved doing this ever since I was a little kid I just couldn't resist the urge to just splash and splash.
Unfortunately, I was not thinking and all that splashing of water got onto my dress. Ugh.
I was going to have to change. And shit. My dress is see through now. Just great. I hope a breeze doesn't come.
I started to turn and I saw a big truck coming down the road. I didn't mind it because this is the only road to get to town from here.
But as this truck is driving down the road getting closer and closer I get all chilly and goose bumps start forming. Great, just great. Now definitely my wet top part of my dress is going to be really noticeable.
I start walking back home and the truck finally passes me but I notice the passengers are of two men. One is Daniel White and the other is Mike Newton. Double shit.
I hope he didn't notice me and just thought of me a simple girl just walking. Yeah, right. Like he would think that.
I turn my head to see if his truck is just still going in a straight line up the road. But of course, Daniel (the driver) pulled into another person's driveway to turn around and I am guessing straight for me. Triple shit.
I start running to the fields of grass, away from house so that he hopefully couldn't find me when I suddenly see someone merging from the tall fields of grass out of the darkness.
I hear Mike's voice searching for me through the fields and I know he wants me. I know he will stop for no one to get to me.
I suddenly gasp. Because the man that is merging from the shadows is Edward. The man that I am drawn to.
I hear Mike getting closer. Oh no.
A/N: I hope you liked the story. Please give me feedback. I want to continue the story but if no one reviews then I guess I won't. I hope you enjoyed this first chapter though! If you like the story and review then I will give you a treat. How about raspberry chocolate chip ice cream? :)
