The Love Of Your Life
Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper and Alice are best friends who are hiding big secrets. While they are all falling in love, they struggle with the ups and downs that come with every teenage life. Can they make it through, and admit all true feelings before prom night?
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
A huge hello to the world of FanFiction! This is my new fic- it's called 'The Love Of Your Life', and it's been in my head for quite a while now, so here goes. It's about Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper and Alice, and their journey as they struggle through teenage life. It starts off at high school- they're seniors, and they're back at the end of a fantastic summer on holiday. But in the lead up to senior prom, they discover that the feelings they have for one another aren't normal. But can they admit what they truly feel to their loved ones before prom, before it's too late? It's also an all human fic. I really hope you like it, because even though I've only just started it, I know that it's going to be one of my best fics. Oh, and just so you know, reviews are appreciated so much.. criticism is welcomed, but I tend to treat flamers with, let's say, extreme prejudice :)
DISCLAIMER:
Unfortunately, I don't own Twilight. I never have owned it and I never will *sniff sniff.* It is entirely of Stephenie Meyer's creation, and all characters and anything Twilight-related belong to her. The only thing I own is this storyline. I also don't own a character named 'Mr. Schuester'- he belongs to Glee! :)
Bella
The constant drumming of the heavy rain on the roof of my house eventually pulled me out of my deep slumber. I groaned and rolled over to get a glimpse of the digital display of my alarm clock. 7:00am. I sighed and threw the duvet off my body, and I swung my legs off the bed so that I could sit up. My eyes widened as I remembered what day it was. Today was the day I went back to school. In a way I was happy, and in a way I was irritated- happy because I would see my friends every single day, without a doubt, and irritated because I had just experienced the best summer of my life.
Charlie, my Dad, had at last allowed me to go on vacation for three weeks out of the six I had off school, so me and my small group of friends planned a holiday we would never forget. Because we were now in senior year, we had agreed that we were going to make more memories than humanly possible before we went our seperate ways to different colleges in order to study what we wanted to do. We also agreed that a holiday was necessary- a whole six weeks in Forks, one of the rainiest, dreariest places in the world, was definitely not an option. So we packed our bags and went on a road trip, and before long we ended up in Florida, where it was sun, sea and sand for a whole three weeks. It was a relief to know that the sun still existed; the last time I saw it properly was when I lived in Phoenix with my Mom, and I hated to think how long ago that was.
I'd lived in Forks for a while now, after opting to live with my Dad when my Mom remarried. It wasn't that I had issues with my new step-father -Phil was really nice- I just needed a change, and I wanted to give my Mom some space. I had always looked after her, rather than her looking after me, and now she had somebody else to care for her, I was confident that she would be okay. She was erratic and hare-brained, but I loved her for it. Thankfully, when I arrived in Forks, I discovered that my Mom wasn't the only one who needed looking after; Charlie couldn't cook or clean to save his life. So fortunately, that kept me busy also. And the best part of Forks? I found the most amazing friends anybody could ever want- I couldn't hope for or want more. Alice, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett and Jasper. When I thought of them, my head automatically snapped up to look at the six painted handprints on my wall; the ones that we had painted on after making our 'let's make memories' pact.
The smallest handprint, which was painted yellow, belonged to Alice. Though I loved all my friends equally, I always thought of myself closer to Alice than the others. Alice was particularly loveable and totally the opposite of me, which I adored. She was tiny, barely five feet tall, and this of course earned her the nickname 'Shorty' (from Emmett.) It was impossible to keep a straight face when she laughed- her laughter was infectious, and it resembled a cross between early morning birdsong and silver windchimes when a light breeze glides through them. In my opinion, she looked like a pixie; she had small, impish features, like a small button nose and dainty, slightly pointed, cute little ears. Everything about her was tiny apart from her smile and personality. Her smile was huge, and it exposed all her perfect, white teeth. She was always happy. It was in her nature; she was a naturally bubbly person, and I couldn't think of a single person who didn't like her (apart from the exception of Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley, though they were just jealous.) Her short, dark hair stopped just above her chin, and it was always spiked into different directions, which was her signature look, and her black bangs fell into her piercing green eyes, which were bright and mesmerising. Alice also had the best fashion sense out of the group- I was a fashion disaster, so fortunately for me, Alice was there to tell me whether I was wearing clashing colours or the wrong kind of shoes. Because of her rapidly increasing interest in fashion, she'd already decided that her future was mapped out; a career in the world of Vogue. It made me sad to think that she might have to move to attend the college she wanted to go to (which was in New York) but I was happy if she was, and it would make her ecstatic if she were to be offered a place there.
Next to Alice's handprint was the largest one, painted dark blue. Of course, this was Emmett's- the teddy bear of the group. Though he looked intimidating and scary on the outside, what with his huge muscles and tallness (he stood at 6'5". No joke) he wouldn't hurt a fly, unless his family or friends were involved. If anybody had something mean to say about his family and friends, they'd know about it for sure. He was one tough cookie, though once you got to know him, he really was like a teddy bear -hence the nickname- and he was loveable, funny and charismatic. He was Alice's adoptive brother, along with Edward. They were all adopted by Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme, who were both plainly too young to have teenage children. Apparently Esme would never be able to bear children herself, and she was desperate for a family. I felt sorry for her, but whenever I went round to Alice's house, it was obvious that she was happy with the three adoptive children that she now adored with all her heart. Of course, Emmett was probably the most troublesome- he was always pulling pranks, especially on me, though I couldn't help but laugh at his mischievious, goofy grin as he beamed at me afterwards. Like Alice, he also had short, dark hair, which was also sort of curly, so he kept it short optionally. He had blue eyes that twinkled whenever he was either happy or planning something, and his pale skin wasn't so pale now, because of the vacation. He'd caught a light tan, unlike me, whereas I stayed as white as snow, no matter how much time I spent in the sun, soaking up the rays. Emmett's ambition was to be a professional football player; his strength and power was helpful in the sport category, and he was on the Forks High football team, the Forks Spartans, along with Jasper (Rosalie's twin brother.) Emmett hoped that if he got the grades this year, he could go to California to professionally train.
My eyes ran across the wall to the other side of my purple handprint, which was situated in the middle, and they rested on Rosalie's handprint, a small one painted pink. There was only one word that I could think of to describe Rosalie, and that was beautiful. She was the all-American girl; long, curly blonde hair to die for that stopped half-way down her back, and big blue eyes that were even violet in certain lighting. Her eyes were framed with long and thick black lashes, and her smile dazzled all. Her pouty lips parted to reveal perfect and glistening white teeth that resembled pearls rather than tools that you used to eat with. She had fair skin, which was of course flawless, and she walked tall at 5'8". She knew that she was the envy of all the girls in Forks, but at least she was modest about it. All the other girls were under the impression that Rose was a self-absorbed bitch, but of course, they were consumed entirely by jealousy themselves, and they had allowed it to take them over. When you got to know her, she was kind, affectionate, honest and trustworthy- everything there was to offer in a good friend. Furthermore, her looks didn't stop there- her naturally curvacious body was toned due to the amount of dancing she did in her spare time. She was highly trained in ballet, tap and contemporary dance, though of course every genre of movement came naturally to her. She was born with a skill and a dream that she wasn't going to let go of- Rosalie had always wanted to be a professional dancer (for as long as I could remember), and in my own opinion, she was perfectly capable of it. After seeing her perform in shows in and out of school, it was obvious that she enjoyed what she was doing, and her future was already taken care of. She wanted, more than anything, to go to Juillard in New York in order to train to become a professional dancer.
Underneath Rosalie's handprint was a green one, which had long fingers. This belonged to Jasper- the tall, slender boy who also happened to be Rosalie's twin brother. He shared the same striking characteristics as Rose; curly blonde hair, though of course Jasper's was shorter, but still shaggy. He also had the big, blue eyes and fair complexion- it was pretty clear that they were identical twins, though thankfully everybody could tell them apart because of their gender. Additionally, Jasper had light scars that covered his body and face. Apparently, when he was younger he was in a bad car crash, though I could honestly say that I'd never been that close to Jasper- of course, we were really good friends and we got on really well, but we weren't exactly sharing secrets. Jasper was naturally lean- he had slight muscles that weren't as pronounced as Emmett's. Jasper was the best fighter of the group- though he was quiet (according to other people; when you got to know him you couldn't shut him up) he was lethal, and other guys knew better than to challenge him. He was second stongest (with Emmett being strongest, obviously) and second fastest (with Edward being fastest.) Though underneath Jasper's slightly intimidating exterior, there was a sensitive man who loved History and studying. Jasper's dream was to become a historian, especially for American wars. A lot of his and Rosalie's family were involved with the war, and Rosalie mentioned once that their father wanted Jasper to go to war when he was ready. Though Jasper was a good fighter, and he was loyal and hard working, he felt that his future involved History. After Forks High School, he decided that he was going straight to Texas first, to visit distant relatives and study his own family history, before starting a journey around America.
Last but not least, the red handprint directly next to mine made my heart skip a beat, and without thinking, I smiled to myself. It belonged to not only one of my best friends, but the guy I secretly loved. Edward. Of course, I could never tell him that. Or any of the others. If I told any of them, it sure as hell wouldn't stay a secret. Especially with a group as close as ours- no matter who you told, you could guarantee that it would get around until everybody knew. So I kept it to myself. I'd been in love with Edward ever since I first befriended him. He was the second friend I made in Forks, with my first being Alice. I instantly became besotted with him; everything about him was perfect. Piercing green eyes I could get lost into, and bronze hair that was always styled into casual disarray. It was clear that a lot of boys become inspired and tried it themselves, though Edward's look came naturally and wasn't something that could be copied through imitation. His once pale skin had also bronzed slightly in the Florida sunshine, and in contrast with his slight muscles, to me he always looked like a statue dedicated to a gorgeous forgotten God of some sort. Another thing that made Edward attractive was his personality- he was careful and cautious (apart from when he was drunk), just like me, and this came in helpful when he had to look after Emmett a lot. He was shy, caring, kind, affectionate, reliable, trustworthy, beautiful.. he was just amazing, to be blunt. My heart plummeted when I remembered talking to him about the future once. Like Rosalie, he also wanted to go to Juillard, only to study music. Music was his life; he loved it more than anything, and he was an accomplished singer, pianist and guitarist. He taught himself from a young age, and his dream was to make music for people. "Music brings people together, Bella," he would always say to me, with his crooked smile, my favourite smile in the whole world..
A car horn snapped me out of my reverie, and I froze, completely startled. I heard Emmett's booming voice through my bedroom window. "Come on Bella! We're gonna be late!"
I looked at the time and gasped. It was already 8:00am. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair, pulling on some clean clothes in the process. Luckily I had showered the night before, so that was one less thing to do. I had hoped to put on a little make-up for the first day back, as I liked to make a little effort now for Edward (though he never seemed to notice anyway) but I didn't have the time, to my dismay. I was just a friend to him, and that was all I would ever be..
I sighed, picked up my rucksack and plodded downstairs. Charlie had already left early for his job as Chief at the police station, so I headed out the door to Emmett's Jeep without breakfast. We always opted for the Jeep because it was the only vehicle that fit all of us in. We all had our own cars, but they weren't very big; mine was a red Chevy truck and it often earned snickers from other people because of its rusty paintjob and loud, thunderous engine, but at least I liked it. It was great- it had personality. Alice was lucky enough to own a yellow Porsche, and Edward owned a silver Volvo, which was just as beautiful as him. Rosalie's car was just so.. Rosalie. It was a red convertible, an M3. Jasper's vehicle was also a Volvo, except his was a slightly older model and a nice shade of blue.
As soon as I hauled myself up into the Jeep, chatter and banter attacked my ears.
"So, you ready for the first day back, Bella?" Edward asked me, looking right into my dull brown eyes. My stomach did a somersault as soon as I heard his velvet, godly voice, and my heart rate increased dramatically. I nodded, smiling back, and I muttered a "yeah." I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't speak properly when I was with Edward. My brain always seemed to disintegrate with every word.
On the way to school, we all spoke of our plans for this year- extra-curricular activities and aims.
"I think I'm going to go back to being Editor for the school paper," I told them. It wasn't a job I particularly liked, but none of the other lunchtime clubs appealed to me. I was only good at writing and stuff, and editing the paper was the closest thing you could get to it.
"It's the football team for me and Jazz!" Emmett announced, playfully ruffling Jasper's hair, who was seated in the passenger seat next to him. Jasper grinned and pushed Emmett's bear-like paw away from his hair. We all laughed at Emmett and his playful behaviour, before turning to Alice.
"I'm going to go for Prom committee, and of course remain in the drama society," Alice said happily, as she smiled one of her award-winning grins. She looked over at Rosalie pointedly.
"I'm still going to be head cheerleader and in the dance club, I hope," Rosalie grinned.
Edward was last to speak, and I noticed that he looked uncomfortable.
"What are you going to do, Edward?" I asked him, encouraging him with a smile. I hoped to sound casual, but of course my voice became higher by a few octaves. Typical.
He sighed, before mumbling, "I think I want to start Glee club."
Instead of being a laughing stock, like I suspect he expected, we all said our congratulations and that we hoped it went well for him. I gave him a pat on the back. "I'm sure you'll be great in Glee club. I'll come and see all your shows, and I'm sure the guys will too," I reassured him.
"Thanks, Bella," he replied, as he looked up at me. After realising that I was staring at him like an idiot, getting lost in his mesmerising green orbs, I looked away, muttering an "it's alright."
I jumped when Emmett bellowed "We're here!" and I looked out of the window. Forks High School.. we were back at last. Only this time, we were seniors.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
So, did you like the first chapter? :) Please review, they are much appreciated! So, I've also decided that each chapter will be based around a different character; i.e, this week it was Bella. Additionally, each chapter will have a song name as the chapter name- this is a song that has helped me in constructing the chapter, and it relates to the chapter or the character's feelings. For this chapter, I chose 'I'll Be There For You', which was made famous by The Rembrandts. You may also know it as the 'Friends' theme tune! I thought that it was very fitting, seeing as though they're all best friends, just starting back at High School :) Next is Alice's chapter!