Chapter One:
The air around them was tense and cold as ever but that was typical Washington weather,and both of them stood still. Just looking at each other as if sizing each other up. The boy let his eyes wander over her form. Pale,milk and honey skin, that contrasted in the most pleasing way with her wavy brown hair. But those eyes were his un doing they were the most enticing color of brown he had ever seen. And lips that could make Angelina Jolie feel insecure. Curves set in all the right places,she is plenty worthy,and gorgeous...but that attitude I see it still hasn't changed. The boy thought to him self, taking his hands out of the pockets of his basic black hoodie. Basic black was his forte,while all the good little boys and girls bothered with bright colors,and pastels and such he stuck with his trademark black shirt, hoodie,jeans,and boots. He hand been this way for all his life. The girl grimaced, "See something you like?" her tone was smug,even though she was uneasy . She had been completely mad to have stopped to talk to strange guy,a strange guy lounging in an alley for one. Completely mad.
He chuckled and a hand through his locks,"to tell you the truth..." he shook his head stopping mid-sentence.
This irritated her,she hated when people did that, when they began to say something then stopped. She felt that if someone had something to say they should come outright and say it. She sucked her teeth and smirked to herself trying her best to come off confident. She'd caught him looking at her and she knew he liked what he saw, most guys did but what could she say. Charlie and Renee gave off good genes. She flipped her long chocolate hair over her shoulder and started to bite at her nails. He looked at her and sniffed,"You shouldn't do that. Its a disgusting habit" She cut her eyes at him,'Oh yeah? Says who?" He smiled and replied non-nonchalantly." An old friend." she rolled her eyes,and made a fist,rubbing the pad of her finger along the first knuckle of her index finger." A friend really,so.. what I'm suppose to trust everything you say now? I don't even know you." Even though I wouldn't mind...knowing you. She spoke inwardly. She liked what she saw also... he was damned sexy. In that Greek Adonis sorta way.
Biting the inside of her lip she looked him over, His hair was a bronze color that she felt only he could pull off,and was messy. Messy in the just got of bed after mind blowing,leg numbing,name calling sex. Her neck and face heated up instantly. She pushed back the urge to reach out and grip it herself,by running her un manicured fingers through her own hair. Her gaze stopped on his eyes which were the purest shade of green she had ever see, almost like emeralds and freshly cut grass. In those green eyes she saw something in them,deep down inside,a familiarity of some kind. But she blew the thought off. His lips were pout-like,thin but still full, the only way Bella could describe them was to say they down right kissable. she found her self licking her own. He was tall he at least had to be over 6'1. Was it just her imagination or was this boy getting more and more on her good side just from his looks. She had never been superficial or bold but she found herself wanting to flirt . As if that would be hard..
The boys at her high school had constantly made it known that she was hot. They made it known so often it might as well have bordered on sexual harassment. Her thoughts flashed to Mike Newton. God I couldn't stand him,he was like a love sick puppy..a puppy that wanted to get in her pants. She heard a throat clear and it snapped out of her thoughts. "Miss ,are you okay?" she looked behind her and an older gentleman was standing there a concern expression clouding his aged face.
"Yeah I was just talking...Bella, Turned and pointed, he was gone. To myself..i guess" She finished her sentence and gave the old man a nervous giggle and walked off. Pulling her hood up to block out the bitter cold rain she made her way to her car. I'm not going crazy...I'm not going crazy..he was definitely there...I'm completely sane.. Metal clattered behind her and her head whipped around,her heart raced. A small alley cat came out from behind a wall and meowed. She breathed a sigh of relief and soon made it to her car. She relaxed into the seat and caressed the steering wheel. "Hey baby..sorry I kept you." She purred to the vehicle,cars where her passion,what she loved,. But this car right here,was her baby and had been since she was only car was a fully refurbished and customized 2002 coal black Mustang Gt with candy red pin stripes and his name was "Mickey". Courtesy of her love for the famed Mickey Mouse.
When Bella put the key in the ignition Mickey's engine purred his,making her relax more. She smirked and pushed on the radio,three days grace seeped out of the speakers."lets go home Mick." And she pressed the gas taking off from the curb,down the darkening streets of Seattle. Earlier events forgotten.
The next morning the alarm blared and scolded her,screaming at her that it was time to wake the hell up. She answered back at with a swift smack right off her nightstand.
This gave her the quiet she needed to return back to sleep. That is,if only for a moment. She had just began what she knew would be the best dream ever when her roommate,Alice,decided it would be best to barge in. Alice was a short girl, no taller than 4 foot 11 with a face that the mythical creatures called pixies possessed. She was For better or worse a Pixie,she claimed the title from head to toe and personality. Where as Bella's features were rugged-plain and 1950s pin-up. They had always been complete opposites, a sinner and a saint. It was irony that fate proclaimed them best friends. " Jelly Belly! Wake the fuck up!" her voice was so high pitched it was like a dog whistle except for people. So loud the tenants way on the other side of the apartment complex and the clerk down the street at the mini mart had heard her.
Bella couldn't help it,she whined and dry sobbed. "Please,pleaaaseeee go away. I'm tired and its my day off." She begged from under her comforter."From what your job of watching TV. ,sitting on the couch cuddling your stuffed mouse and eating all our damn food?" Bella blew a raspberry. "Eh Okay fine ill just eat this all by myself..."soon after the sinfully savory smell of a ham and cheese hot pocket filled her nostrils and saliva pooled in her mouth. She reached out for it but it was wrenched away. Bella whined, and her friend snickered "ah ah ah,out of bed then you get the food." She reluctantly swung both legs out from under the blessedly warm confines of her covers. "Good girl just a little more." Her voice coaxed more and more body parts out of the blankets and onto the bedroom floor, till there was a t-shirt and pantie clad Isabella Swan on the floor. Alice handed her the hot pocket,and she grunted her thanks."Now see was that so hard." She grinned big and went to her closet.
Roman's eyes followed her friend as she flitted around in her clothes,frowning at some pieces. "We are gonna have to add some color to this wardrobe of yours,cause this is pathetic." "Stay the hell out of my clothes and you wont have to worry about color." She retorted. Alice flipped her the bird and threw a pair off ripped up jeans,and a black,gray,white,and red flannel shirt, a white tank,a fresh set of underwear-which were also black,but with red polka dots- then some black ankle socks with mickey mouse on them on the bed. "Wash up,get dressed,meet me down stairs." Bella hopped up,"Yes mother." She made her voice sickly sweet. "But why?'" Alice smiled before exciting the room."For your job interview of course."