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Hi everyone! I'm extremely excited with this new story :D. Mind you, it's set in high school, so it'll be a little different. Enjoy :3. OH, and I made myself a blog! yep! it's cloudtripper . blogspot . com/ Feel free to go check it out! :) i'd love to hear from some of you! Just take away the spaces and you're good to go!
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Life is...well lets face it. Life is pretty goddamn boring. But in that boring life, there is always that one person that can brighten it. You just have to find that person. My person?
Edward Cullen.
It all began one rainy day in Forks. My best friends, Alice and Rosalie, decided that we needed one more big sleepover before the start of our Junior year. My Mom and Dad were on a mini vacation in Seattle for the weekend, so it was just us girls. And of course, what was a sleepover without the huge amounts of food?
"Bells! Where is your brownie mix?" Alice called from the kitchen downstairs.
"It should be in the pantry! Top shelf!" I yelled. I grabbed the last of my blankets and pillows, rolling them into one huge lump and hurling it down the stairs.
"I'm ordering some pizza," Rosalie informed me as a kicked the remaining pillows downstairs. "What do you want?"
"Mushrooms!" Alice yelled.
"Okay," Rosalie nodded. "Anything else?"
"Extra cheese and olives," I added. "Ooh, and spinach."
"Got it," Rose nodded. "I'm gonna order a regular pie, too."
"Sounds good," I said, pushing the blankets and pillows into my living room.
"Don't forget the garlic knots!" I heard Alice yell from the kitchen again.
"Gotcha," Rose said, dialing the phone.
I pushed the coffee table away and set up the blankets and pillows on the floor. Grabbing the remote, I started flipping through the channels.
My usual Saturday consisted of a That 70's Show marathon and a bucket of chocolate ice cream, considering Rosalie was constantly on vacations this summer and Alice was in New York for a big summer internship. This was one of the rare times we all hung out together over the summer. Naturally, my life was pretty boring.
"The pizza's coming in fifteen," Rosalie informed me, sitting down on the couch.
"Good. I'm starving," I chuckled. "What do you want to watch?"
"Eh, whatever's on," She shrugged. "Ali brought a shitload of DVD's too."
"Movie marathon?" I asked.
"Hell yeah!" Alice said happily as she waltzed into the room. "I brought every single chick flick I have!"
"Sounds like a plan," I laughed, grabbing some of the DVDs that were on the table. Alice did mean it when she said every single chick flick. The Notebook, Dear John, Time Traveler's Wife, The Last Song, all of them would put us in a sea of tears and tissues by the end of the night.
"Which one first?" Rosalie asked.
"I can't decide," Alice replied, taking a look at the movies.
I smelt the aroma of brownies in the air. I handed the movies to Rose, standing.
"I'm just gonna check up on those brownies I'll be right back," I said, making my way to the kitchen. Grabbing some oven mitts, I opened up the oven, the smell of brownies welcoming me.
"Alice, you didn't burn them this time!" I laughed, taking them out.
"Hey that's a first!" I heard Rosalie say, teasing Alice.
Rosalie seemed to be your typical 'queen bee' type of bitch, but in reality, she's the biggest girly-tomboy I've met. She's the goalie for the varsity soccer and lacrosse team, and trust me, she get's pretty nasty on the field. But once she's off the field, she's always in designer duds. Alice? The total opposite. She wouldn't be caught dead on any type of field, unless she's in the stands for a pep rally. Me? I'm just Bella. The klutzy book nerd.
I put the brownies on the cooling rack, taking off my mitts.
"Bellarina!" I heard Alice call. I cringed as I poked my head into the living room.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"We're gonna watch Dear John first!" Alice informed me. "I'm gonna get the DVD set up!"
"Fine with me," I nodded, heading back to the kitchen. I grabbed a plate and knife, and began cutting the brownies into squares when I heard the door.
"I got it!" I called when I heard Rose and Alice shuffle in the living room. I grabbed two twenties and a five for the tip before I headed to the door.
I was expecting some pimple-faced pizza boy at the door, but what do I get?
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This guy didn't belong in some dingy off-white uniform with pizza sauce stains all over it. In fact, his face looked like it could be on vogue or some shit. He had really, really weird colored hair. It was like a mash up of red, brown and dirty blond. To anyone else, that probably would've been a horrible hair color. But somehow, it just worked for him. And his hair in general? It looked like he put his head in a blender. Honestly, his hear was messier than my hair after twelve hours of sleep, and that's saying something. Usually, I don't go gaga over a random guy, but his eyes were just...green. Like grass green but just a little darker.
"Hello?"
I blinked my eyes twice, snapping out of my stupor.
"Dammit, sorry," I mumbled, handing him the money.
"No worries," He said with a smile. I swear my heart just died a little inside.
"Well, here's your order," He said, holding out the pizza boxes. "One regular, mushroom and olives, and one spinach with an order of garlic knots."
"Thanks," I said meekly, taking the boxes from him.
"So, um, you go to the high school?" He asked suddenly.
Was I dreaming? I'm making small talk with the hottest pizza boy I've ever seen.
"Um, yes I do," I said, nodding my head.
"Well that's great," He replied, smiling again. "I've convinced my parents to finally let me go to public school again. It's nice knowing I'll see a friendly face."
My eyebrows scrunched up. "Wait, you know who I am?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure this is Chief Swan's house, am I right?" He asked. I nodded and waited for him to continue.
"I think it's safe to presume your his daughter. Isabella, right?" He finished.
"I go by Bella. Isabella makes me feel like an old fart," I said, widening my eyes as I realized what I said.
"Well you're definitely not an old fart, that's for sure," Pizza boy smiled. "I really should be getting back to my other deliveries. It was nice meeting you."
I could only nod as he walked back to his car.
"I'm so stupid sometimes," I grumbled to myself as I set the pizza boxes down on the coffee table. I ripped off the receipt off the box, reading it.
You have been served by: Edward Cullen.
Thank you for choosing Mullberry Street's Pizza!
Edward Cullen. Why does that name ring a bell?
"Ooh good! The pizza's here!" Alice said, turning her attention away from the DVD player.
"She can't even get the DVD to play," Rose sighed, shaking her head. They both walked over to the table, opening a box of pizza.
"Hey guys? Do you know an 'Edward Cullen'?" I asked, re-reading the receipt.
"Hm, sound familiar," Rose pondered as she pulled off a slice of pizza.
"Oh I know!" Alice chimed in. "He went to elementary and middle school with us. Remember? He was always the tallest, had weird multicolored hair and braces."
"Ah I remember now," Rosalie said, nodding her head. "He was such a nerd! He always brought his little Star Wars action figures to school for show and tell."
"Yeah," Alice agreed. "He went to some private school for the first two years of high school."
"Why'd you ask?" They both asked me.
"Because the guy who delivered our pizza was Edward Cullen..." I said, trailing off. "And he looked a little..different than your description."
Alice shook her head, misunderstanding. "Explain?"
"In other words, he was really, really hot," I said bluntly.
"No fucking way!" Rose exclaimed. "Nerdy Edward Cullen's a hot Pizza Boy?"
"Uh huh," I nodded.
"Wait, give me that!" Alice said, pointing to the receipt in my hand. I handed it over to her.
She scanned the receipt, turning it over to look at the back.
"Holy. Shit," She said quietly. "BELLA!"
She let out a high pitched squeal, hugging me tightly.
"What did I do?" I asked, confused.
"Here, read this!" She said, handing me back the receipt as she jumped up and down.
I read the back of the receipt:
Isabella,
(415) 555-6238
~Edward.
"He left me his number," I stated, dumbfounded.
"Duh!" Alice squealed.
"Shit, really?" Rose asked, grabbing the receipt from me. "The Pizza Boy's got the hots for Bella!"
"And that Pizza boy is HOT!" Alice sang.
I seriously thought I was dreaming. Not only did an extremely attractive guy deliver our pizza, but he gave me his number. I must be in a fucking dream.
Because I would see Star Wars nerd slash extremely hot pizza boy on the first day of school.
I am so in the best fucking dream in the world.
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Yeah, not a lot going on yet, but more to come! By the way, this story is going to be in BPOV throughout. So, leave me a review please and let me know if I should continue this or not! I'd love to hear your thoughts! C'mon, Pizza + a very hot Edward= a very happy and entertained author. Reviews are greatly appreciated :).
