Hello People!
This a twilight story by myself and my very good friend Badass Hathaway!
These are the key points you need to know:
- Everyone is human
- Bella and Alice are best friends but she has never met her brother Edward
- Bella and Eddie are 18
I don't really mind how much you hate twilight - just read it! It isn't based
on the books much - just the characters.
Disclaimer -
Badass Hathaway: Wish I owned Jacob...
Ankle Deep: Shut up and continue the disclaimers. *grr*
Badass Hathaway: We don't own twilight. Happy AD?
Ankle Deep: Yes and stop moping around since you don't have Jacob.
Badass Hathaway: Who cares about Jacob when I have Dimitri Belikov...
Ankle Deep: *face palm*
On with the story!
Wish Upon A Star
By Ankle Deep and Badass Hathaway
Chapter 1: Just Dance
BellaPOV
The music played and the lights flashed. Everywhere I saw people were dancing, some executing fancy twists and turns and others, like me, were simply jumping up and down to the beat like puppets on a string. Every inch of the mansion I was in was covered in black, purple and gold streamers, and from a giant stereo the latest songs blared.
Alice Cullen's eighteenth birthday was always going to be the best of them all, but no one had expected it to be this good. It was then, through the crowds of people who were jostling me left and right with the beat, I saw him.
He was tall and pale, with the most gorgeous shaggy bronze hair which was arranged in casual disarray around his head, like a fuzzy gold halo. His features were strong and his nose angular and straight. And his eyes ... his eyes were the deepest grassy green I had ever seen. He stood with an easy grace, and his height and lanky, lean body showed that he had only just passed through adolescence. He could be eighteen at the most, exactly my age. All in all, he was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen. If my best friend Alice had been in sight, she would have declared him hot on the spot.
What was I thinking? Why were my thoughts on him like this? I don't even know his name - God I haven't even met him yet, I had no right to think about him like that! Was I turning into some creepy stalker? My eyes followed him around the room, narrowing when I saw him talking to other girls. A feeling of intense jealousy pulsed through me - I could almost see the green monster flashing before my eyes. Jeeze ... what is wrong with me? I reminded myself to focus on not falling over at the sight of him. Just dance Bella, just dance.
After catching sight of Mr Perfect on the dance floor, I was pretty to do anything but sit on the sidelines, watching him. My night went pretty unevently after that, right up until I found the courage to ask Alice, my voracious best friend, who the beautiful guy was.
"Oh, that's just Edward, remember?" At my quizzical look she sighed exasperatedly.
"It's Edward, Bella. You know, my brother.
Crap. Now I don't usually swear but that just about killed my day. How on earth was Alice going to take my unabashed admiring of her brother? But, Alice being Alice, she failed to see the dismayed look on my face until too late, as she was still babbling.
"You know, I still can't believe you two haven't met yet! I mean, you've been to my house HEAPS of times, but never seen him? I bet you heard him though. You know that piano playing in my place that you love? Well that's not a CD ..."
Oh, so he's a musician too. Could he get any more perfect? Don't answer that Bella; you've only just met him!
"Oh Bella. You have got to be kidding me." What was Alice saying? I looked past her for a second, trying to spot Edward in the crowd.
".God. Bella!" Why was Alice shouting at me? Her spiky black hair was delicately styled, and her hazel eyes looked up at mine reproachfully. Her fists were balled up and white at the knuckles, catching pieces of the emerald green fabric of her dress along with it. Emerald green ... the colour of his eyes. I couldn't believe myself.
"I can't believe you!" Hmm. Alice could read my thought now? I doubted it. I had always believed that things like psychics and vampires were the work of fairytales and government conspiracies.
"Of all the people! Bella! Speak to me Bella! SPEAK TO ME!"
Alice was hysterical now, jumping up and down in front of me and calling out things best left unheard. I looked around to check if anyone was listening, but the music was too loud to allow for eavesdroppers.
"What?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice down and give out an air of innocence at the same time. It's harder than you might think.
"You've fallen from him haven't you? My brother, Edward Cullen. Don't deny it, you're a horrible liar."
Dammit. How did she figure that out? Am I really that predictable? Bella the open book, that's me! Well, regardless of whether Alice was right or not it seemed as though I would have to get in line, judging from the trail of pretty girls following Edward around the dance floor. My spirits sank as I realised, looked at exactly what those girls were wearing, that I was going to be at the end of the line.
Goodbye Edward. See you never.
