Hi! Hello all humans out there. This is just a little story I was thinking about and I just had to write it.
Before I go any further I will read the riot act: I do not own Twilight. All rights are reserved for the author S.M. However this story is mine and all rights are reserved to ME!
Feel free to give me your thoughts and comments. ; D
Chapter 1: Vous Pouvez Regarder
Edward's POV
"AS IF?!"
I cringed as I heard Lauren Mallory answer her best friend Jessica on whether or not I was date able or not. I didn't care what Lauren thought of me but it still hurt to hear. Now that my brother had finally gone on his Student exchange shit I was here left to fend for myself for six months. I glanced up and saw my other brother Emmett laughing along with Lauren and Jessica at their usual table.
I sighed. The popular table somewhere I would never be. Why? Because I was the dictionary definition of nerd. I didn't wear jeans or t-shirts, I had a pocket protector and let's not forget the giants glasses with the tape holding them together. It's not because I couldn't afford to fix them it's just I really fucking liked the glasses the way they were and HEY! slacks and suspenders were cool. At least I thought they were cool everyone else not so much.
"Hey Geekward think fast,"
I didn't have time to register what was going on, as a football landed directly in my food splashing all over my face and clothes. Yes Ladies and gentlemen this is my life. Who threw this offending item you might think? Well I'll tell you. Mike Douche-nugget Newton. He hated my guts since he found out his skanky girlfriend Jessica had some kind of secret crush on me or what the fuck ever.
It was times like these I missed Jasper. He would have gone up to Mike and beat the crap out of him but no he had to go to France and switch with some European model. A week without Jazz had to be the worst week ever, even thought he was constantly stoned. I missed his guitar strumming ass.
I wasn't going to sit in the cafeteria with food all over me any longer. The mashed potatoes and beef juice was starting to dry and crust over making me feel gross.
I went into the boys' bathroom which for me was taking a huge risk. I took off my button up and began washing it in the sink. Suddenly the bathroom door opened and if my day couldn't get any worse it was just about too.
"Lookie what we have here guys, it's Edweird," Tyler cackled.
Eric Yorkie, Tyler Crowley and Ben Cheney stood blocking the only exit.
Before I knew it they were holding my arms and stringing me by my underwear on a hook on the door handle. Ahh...an atomic wedgie. It's been A while since I had one of those. On top of that I was only wearing my slacks, suspenders and my wife beater.
I sighed and tried to ignore the pain. I would probably hang here all day or at least until my underwear gave out.
Yes, Ladies and gentlemen this is my wonderful life.
~000~
"Hi, Sweetie how was-"
I continued walking. I ignored my mothers questions and went upstairs tripping a couple times on the the door to my room and collapsing on the bed I buried my face in the pillow. I didn't want to see anyone, speak to anyone. I hate people. Sadly, today was the day Mr. French European model was supposed to be here. He heard his parents pull out of the driveway to go and pick up the foreign guy.
I got up and went through my music collection to find something to drown out Emmett fucking some chick. I cranked up the volume on the stereo and the gritty voice of Eminem Puke blasted through the speakers.
You don't know how sick you make me
You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach
Every time I think of you, I puke
You must just not know-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
You may not think you do, but you do
Every time I think of you I puke
I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem
But off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable for this type of song-whoa
I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of
Sixteen bars, this ain't enough to put some ink ta
So fuck it, I'ma start right here I'll just be brief I'm
Bout to rattle off some of the reasons
I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo of you
On my arm, but what do I go and do
I go and get another one, now I got two
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now I'm sittin' here with your name on my skin
I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again
My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim
Shi-ii-ii-ii-ii-ii-it
If you only knew how much I hated you
For every motherfuckin' thing you ever put us through
Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you
Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-who
Loud banging on my door made me open my eyes.
"Yes Assward turn down your emo shit!" Emmet yelled.
"Yeah well fuck you too Emmett!" I yelled back.
A half an hour later I heard my parents pull into the drive way with Fabio. I turned my radio off and got off my bed quickly. I heard the door close while I was going downstairs. I took in a deep breath carefully before stepping into the living room. However on my way there in typical Edward Cullen fashion I tripped and fell.
I groaned when I heard Emmett's booming laughter go through the house. I looked up and saw slender ankles along with a pair of zebra print high heeled wedges. My eyes traveled upward and landed on a pair of skin tight black pants. I pushed my self up onto my hands and knees and instead of seeing biceps. I saw wicked curves covered by a transparent red shirt that you could see a black bra through.
"Vous allez bien?" A soft voice asked.
"Edward son, this is Isabelle Swan, she's from Toulouse," dad explained.
"Umm... uh Hi I'm..uh Edward..But I uh guess you already um knew that,"I struggled to get out.
"Je ne comprends pas?" She said confused.
I finally saw her face and was not at all disappointed. Sharp bird like features and giant brown eyes that made her look like a deer.
"Her English isn't that good Edward," mom said.
"Oh well um Bonjour...Je m'appelle Edward," I said.
She giggled lightly before repeating the phrase in her native tongue.
"You are Edward and ...um He is Emmett," She said in her broken English.
"Emmett could you please take Isabelle's bags upstairs to the spare bedroom," Mom said.
Emmett was too busy checking Isabelle out to even hear what mom had said.
"Um miss Esme...can Edward help," Isabelle asked.
Mom looked at he with wide eyes. She knew about my severe balance deficiency and that I wasn't exactly the strongest guy around. But regardless I took up the suitcases. They weren't as heavy as I expected them to be. She followed behind me up the stairs.
I walked down the hall to the guest bedroom and opened the door. I just realized how close she was when I turned to say something to her and came face to face with giant brown eyes. Her pouty red lips were stretched into a smile.
"Um Isabelle-"
"Belle. Je préfère Belle," She cooed.
"Um well Belle. This is your room,"
"Oui?" She asked.
I nodded slowly at her." You can get settled uh...établi I think,"
She smiled wider and opened the door to the room instead of going around me, she took the suitcases from me and squeezed past me. Her breasts rubbed against my chest. Instead of going past me she stopped right in front of me so our chests were flush together.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.
She pressed her finger to my lips.
"Pardon moi," she whispered.
She slid past me and went into the room. It took him a moment to register the door closing in his face gently.
What the fuck just happened?
~000~
"Edward sweetie can you call Isabelle down for dinner?"
I felt myself blush a deep red as Emmett began making kissy noises.
"Why couldn't you have gone to France instead?" I asked angrily.
Emmett rolled his eyes.
I went up the stairs taking them two at a time managing to not fall down the stairs. I knocked on the door a few times and didn't receive an answer. I knocked a few more times but was greeted with silence. I turned the knob and the door was open. Two things happened in that exact moment two things happened. One Isabelle came out of the en suite bathroom. Two I saw my first half naked lady.
"Oh God I-I-I'm so s-sorry um je s-sweet desore," I said quickly while covering my eyes.
"Je suis désolé," She corrected in her thick French accent.
"I'm gonna just-"
"Vous pouvez regarder si vous désirez," She crooned softly.
"What?" I asked.
"It means. You can look, if you like?"
I peeked through my fingers at her to see if she was joking or not. There was no way in hell she could possibly be serious. She was moving closer and her dark her hung down her back in a wet curtain. Her soft hands began stroking the hair at the nape of my neck which felt so damn good.
I was so lost in the pleasure that her hands were providing to even register her lips on mine. She tasted sweet, like melted chocolate. She placed her tongue at his bottom lip begging for entrance. I eagerly opened my mouth and she began sucking on my tongue. After a few moments she pulled away from me and smiled showing off the dimple in her left cheek.
"I shouldn't have done that," I said quietly.
"Don't worry ma cherie. It will be our little secret."
Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?
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xSweetlupes
