So, hi! This is my first fan fiction and I hope you like it! J
Disclaimer; I don't own Twilight. If I did, I wouldn't be typing on this crappy computer.
"In other news, Edward Cullen and his band, Medal of Honor have officially hit rock bottom." The busty blonde woman faked a look of concern, towards the camera. "Without their lead singer, Tanya Denali they haven't had a top ten hit in over seven months! The pretty boys have yet to comment, and are reportedly back in their tiny hometown of Forks. Hopefully, they're concocting a plan to bring themselves back to stardom, but until then their future is unclear."
Edward Cullen threw down the remote to his large plasma TV with an angry sigh. He looked to his left, at his honey-haired bass player, Jasper, who was silently strumming his guitar. Then, to his right at Emmett, his muscled drummer who was currently reading a playboy magazine and tapping his feet in a repeating pattern against the hardwood floor. Again, and again, and again, and again.
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"Damn it Emmett! Would you stop with the banging?" Edward snapped. Emmett stoppped and gave him a sly grin, "That's what she said." he smiled his dimpled smile, his brown eyes sparkling but Edward looked none too amused and glared at him hostilely. Emmett sighed, knowing the beating wasn't the only thing bothering his best friend.
"Look man, who gives two shits about what E News or People magazine says. Give it a few months, sooner or later we'll be on top again and all this will be-" He was cut off by the front door swinging open, violently.
"I'm home!" sqeaked a happy voice. Jasper stood immediately, recognizing the voice to be his girlfriend, Alice Cullen. But when he stopped in his tracks, Edward and Emmett stood to look at the door.
There, standing beside Alice only about two inches taller than her 4'9, was a beautiful girl. She couldn't be more than seventeen, decided Edward. She looked sexy and dangerous in ripped black skinny jeans, a tiny white tank top, and clunky black combat boots. Her hair fell in long waves, reminding him of the waterfall in Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory , with random streaks of red and black. Her large eyes were dark brown, almost black. They were big and expressive and lined with black eyeliner and feather duster-like eyelashes. She had a leather bag in one hand and a small red book. She smelled like stale cigarettes and there looked to be a stain on her shirt.
It looked like blood and made his stomach churn.
Edward picked his jaw off the floor and asked a question he almost didn't want to ask.
"Um, hi there Alice. Who's this?" His voice was calm as not to offend anybody. Partly because he was polite, and partly because the girl's toned arms looked like they would be good for strangling.
"This is Bella!" She motioned towards the girl as if she was the cure to cancer. "She's my best friend!" She then grabbed the girl by the arm and dragged her upstairs. The guys all stared at each other until Edward, grudgingly followed his sister up the stair. He knocked on her door when he heard the shower go on. Alice answered the door with a mischievous smile.
"Alice who the hell is she and why did you bring her here?" Edward hissed looking down at her.
"I found her crying her eyes out on the corner of Blanding Blvd. I couldn't leave her there!" Alice pulled on a spike of her inky black hair, a mannerism she had adopted from him.
"How do you know she isn't some druggy or bottom feeder or bum who's here to take advantage of your help." he spoke, exasperated.
" Because she didn't even want my help! She just kept saying she needed to do things on her own."
"If she didn't want your help, then why the fuck did you give it to her?"
Alice got a far away, most ghostly look in her big blue eyes as she spoke, "she doesn't want my help, Edward. She needs it." and with that, she turned on her heel and exited the room.
Sorry this is short, the next chapters will be much longer!