A/N: Alright, well, even when I'm reading I tend to think of the characters completely different, So I think I'm going to be putting pictures of each character up in my profile, for your viewing pleasure.
Anyways, this is just a little story I wanted to write, because I was reading Twilight fanfictions all night last night, and now I feel my brain a'buzzin. So I had to start this, and I think it's going to be a few chapters. Preferably, pretty long chapters. As you can see…
Families go like this: Bella, Emmett, Charlie (Swan) -and of course, Renee.
Edward, Rosalie, Alice, Carlisle, Esme (Cullen)
Jasper (Hale) -Edward's best friend.
ALL HUMAN- sorry ):
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns the characters, Rihanna owns the title, and I don't own 'Hatchy's' either. lol
Chapter 1: Disturbia
Time just creeps up on you, and sooner than you would like to believe, everything has changed before your eyes. I laid in bed, wide awake, watching as the bright red digits of my alarm clock change with every passing minute. 9:03.
I was scared, and even more nervous as I thought about my first day of school this year. College was a huge deal to me. I worked extremely hard to get scholarships, and held my fair share of jobs in a mad attempt to save money. Emmet worked equally as hard, but it was in vein. Eventually, he got a scholarship for football. Now the only thing he works incredibly hard for is a decent grade point average.
Emmett promised that he would help me move in today, and that he would show me the ropes, but even with my big brother by my side, I felt as though today was going to prove to be less than thrilling. My throat was closing, my fingers were trembling, and I hadn't even begun the day. Emmett sauntered into my room, holding a big glass of ice cold water, absent-mindedly taking a sip. He sat down on the edge of my bed and pushed my shoulder roughly.
"Wake up, Bells, you have to shower and finish packing." He said. I closed my eyes, willing myself back to sleep, but came up unsuccessful. Emmett pushed me again, except harder, and I groaned. Then, he did the most unexpected thing. Well, for me the moment was unexpected. The sad thing was, it was a totally expectant thing of Emmett to do. As I sloshed over to the other side of the bed, Emmett took it upon himself to dump the entire glass of cold water over my face, and into my long brown locks. The liquid brought me out of my half dazed stupor, and into reality.
"Emmett!" I screamed. Charlie came bustling through the door, his eyes darting between my soaked hair, to Emmett and his empty glass.
"What? You weren't waking up." He howled in laughter, baring his big stupid grin. "Plus I figured you were nervous about today, so I decided to change it up a bit. I'd rather have you pissed off, than have to watch you as a bag of nerves." Charlie shook his head, understanding Emmett's reason for not wanting me nervous. Everyone thought that I was positively frightful when I was nervous. A bundle of tremors, teeth chattering, chills, and tears.
"Emmett, watch your language," Charlie scolded. Sometime, I forgot how weird it was for him to yell at Emmett. Seeing how Em was nearly twice his size. He gave a whole new outlook on the term 'big brother.' I quickly sat up, groaning, as the water slid it's way past my hair, onto my face, and then onto my collarbone.
"Go shower, we have to leave soon," Emmett reminded me, with an anything but soft punch on the shoulder.
I took his advice to go and take shower. Partly because we really did need to leave soon, and I actually did need a shower, and then party because I figured it would relax me.
I used some fancy soap this time, hoping the lavender extract would calm my nerves, but all I could think about while I was washing was how completely potent the soap was. The fumes were starting to make me dizzy. So instead, I rinsed off for a good few minutes, washed my hair, and stepped out of the shower.
As soon as I was dressed, me, Charlie and Emmett all loaded our bags into the back of Emmett's jeep as Charlie hugged us awkwardly. He backed away from me, and then looked down.
"Well, you guys have fun," He mumbled. This was so incredibly uncomfortable. Not because we were leaving, but because the goodbye was something we were so completely used to. Like me and Emmett were going to the grocery store, and would be back soon. But that's how it always was with Charlie, and honestly, me and Emmett had no problem with that. Most of the time, we were the same exact way.
Emmett helped boost me up into the passenger's side of the jeep, and blasted the radio as he wound around Charlie's cruiser, and down the street.
Soon, I would be unloading all my stuff in my very own dorm room. It sounded completely foreign to me. The fact that I was able to say it, even if it was only in my head, was a surprise to me.
Emmett began weaving in and out of traffic, going a ghastly mile per hour, as I sat in the front and hummed some lyrics.
"So, are you really that nervous?" he asked, grinning wildly.
"No," I lied.
"Bells, you're a terrible liar," he finished.
I snorted. "Thanks Em." he quickly pulled in to a small diner, and parked the jeep, as he swung his legs around, came and opened my door, and hustled me out of the car.
"You're hungry, right?" I nodded and swung my backpack over my shoulder.
"Good, cause I'm starving," he said as we entered the door.
"When are you not hungry?" I mumbled under my breath. Emmett looked down at me, furrowing his eyebrows, all the while holding two fingers up to the tiny hostess.
"Right this way," She beamed. I looked up from my gaze's permanent residency- the floor, and eyed the small, red headed waitress who was checking my brother out right in front of me.
Gross.
She ushered us to a small table, as I slipped inside and pulled out a menu.
"You're server's going to be right with you," She purred. I made a gagging noise, as she snapped her head over in my direction.
"You okay?" She questioned. I waved my hand, and closed my eyes tightly.
"She's a little nervous about college, Emmett answered. The girl smiled brightly, and motioned over in my direction.
"You're…"
"Sister," Emmett finished. The girl let out a small gasp.
"Oh, how sweet!" She voiced. "Well, like I said, your waitress is going to be right with you," She nodded and winked at Emmett as she made her way back over to the podium to stand and greet guests.
"That was almost too painful to watch." I said. Emmett looked at me, and began laughing loudly. The hostess looked over and smiled, before returning to an old couple she was ushering into a bright red booth.
"Get used to it little sis. Wait 'til you find out what a stud I am in College." This time, It was my turn to laugh, after I made another gagging noise.
"Gross, that whole gagging thing, it's completely disgusting." I laughed while I stuck out my tongue at him. We never ceased to act like complete five year olds with each other. That was why me and my brother were so close.
"So," Emmett started. "If you actually like your roommate, you guys should both come up to Hatchy's tonight. It's open mic night." I smiled brightly, and nodded.
"Yeah, that would be sweet." I paused. "If I like my roommate." I shook my head. "Oh God, I hadn't even thought about that…" Emmett cut me off in the middle of the incessant worrying.
"Relax, Bells, I'm sure it's going to me fine."
"Yeah, you'll fit right in." I turned to look at the voice that was sounding off behind me.
"Tyler!" I beamed, my smile widening. "Is Angela here?" That moment, Angela Webber, Mike Newton, and Jessica Stanley poked their head up from the other side of the booth, and waved at me and Emmett. "Mike!" I called.
"Bella, Emmet." Mike greeted.
"So, Bella," Tyler crooned. "Ready for the big day?" I shook my head nervously, earning a laugh from all three of them.
"Don't be so nervous," Angela stated. "You're going to be fine." I smiled and nodded again. After that short exchange, our waitress; a large older woman who kept her eyes on Emmett, came to take our order. We told her what we wanted, ate quickly, and started back on the road.
"I think I'm going to be sick," I teased. Emmett held up his hands.
"Not in the jeep," He pleaded. "Anywhere but the in jeep." I laughed wildly, as I cranked up the volume to the stereo. Emmett and me started goofing off, singing old Led Zeppelin songs, and eventually making up our own words to old seventy songs. As soon as we had made it to the front entrance of the campus, I started hyperventilating.
"Whoa, Calm down Bella, don't start acting all dazed and confused on me now," I had to laugh at his lame attempt at a joke.
"It's just so,"
"Big?" He finished.
I smiled, mouth agape, as I took in all my surroundings. Apparently such a place existed that could only be described as heaven and hell on earth. It was by far, the most gorgeous place I had ever seen. There were enormous grass patch's, a larger than life library, coffee venders, tall and intimidating buildings, rows upon rows of apartments, and a few book shops. Emmett laughed at my awe struck appearance. There was also a sea of knock-out blonde bombshells making their way to their dorms in their four year old cousin's clothes. I had to laugh at that. Other than the intimidating looking sorority girls, I think I had finally found my happy place.
Emmett volunteered to help me unpack in my dorm, and stay until I had met my roommate. He was being so nice, I had a hard time it was my own brother. I pinched him.
"Ow! What was that for?" I laughed.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't some alien that had taken over my brother's body." He contemplated that.
"Isn't it sad how all of a sudden I can be nice to you, and your very first instinct is to think that I wasn't really your brother at all?" I laughed loudly as we walked into my dorm room. It was empty, as in no one was present. But on the one side of the room, was an array of clothes, widely strewn all across the bed and floor. And there was pink. Too much pink. I shielded my eyes, and squinted as best I could.
"Ah! My eyes!" I screamed loudly. Emmett looked ahead in disbelief.
"It's… so… much… Pink." He mumbled, wide eyed. I started dropping all my bags, and walking around the room, touching things, as if I were blind.
"Oh my God. Emmett, I can't see." I started. I walked straight into the table, and then into the closet as I heard Emmett howling behind me, he cleared his throat once. "Seriously, this girl's wardrobe is going to be the death of me," I finished as I opened my eyes to find a horrified little girl standing in front of me. The thing was, she wasn't mad or angry, she looked at me like I was crazy.
"Well, that was definitely the way I wanted to make my first impression,' I stated. Someone from the doorway began laughing, before slipping into the room with another girl in toe.
"You must be Isabella," She smiled. I cringed, as I grasped her hand tightly.
"Bella, Please. And you must be Alice?" I asked, still hoping that maybe she had the wrong room. She smiled widely, and nodded.
"Well, Alice, this is my brother Emmett," I pointed towards my brother, who still had a larger than life grin on his face. He gave a short nod, and peered into the corner of our room where some leggy blonde had just strut in.
Gorgeous was an understatement. There was no way to describe how incredibly beautiful she was, and right as she entered the room the little bit of self respect I had went flying out the window. Of course my brother would take interest, and she would probably be his next conquest. I was hoping, for her sake, that maybe that weren't true. My brother could be a complete and total masochist sometimes. Alice smiled at me again, and pointed towards the door. My eyes instinctively followed.
"Well, this is my sister Rosalie, and my brother Edward."
Screw Rosalie. I had my eyes locked on Edward. Between Alice, Rosalie, and him, you could tell that their family struck gold in terms of the genetic lottery. Edward ran his fingers through his tousled bronze hair, his piercing green eyes flooding up and down my body. I instantly felt more than mortified in the clothing I was wearing. I'm sure he thought I was drop dead gorgeous, next to his completely luminous sisters, in my dark green sweater, holy jeans, ski cap, and sneakers. I looked like a complete and total fool.
"Earth to Bella." Emmett waved a hand in my face, before snapping his fingers. "She gets like that sometimes," he tried to explain. My head snapped up, and I gazed over at those daring pair of green eyes that continued to look over my body. I couldn't read his emotion, but I took the whole staring thing as anything but a good sign.
"So, like I was saying," Emmett continued. "It's open mic night at Hatchey's, this bar on campus. You guys should come." He finished off his little invitation with a quick glance at Rosalie, who was standing with such poise, I was nervous to be within a ten foot radius of her.
"I'm down, if my roomie's down," Alice chirped. I couldn't help but smile, and nod my head.
"Great," Emmett finished. "How about you two?" Emmett looked over to Rosalie and Edward, but I kept my gaze sternly centered on the blue, red, brown, and topaz colored carpeting of my dorm room.
"Yeah, that should be fun." His velvety voice made me take a quick glance up at him, and he was smiling so dazzlingly, and so brilliantly- in my direction, nonetheless- that I feared everyone in the room could hear my heartbeat speed up.
Whoa there Bella, calm down. It's just a boy.
"Well, me and my roomie have to unpack. Sorry to break it to ya," Alice shooed everyone out of our room, but Edward was the last to leave. He was soon ushered out of the door before looking back quickly in my direction, and turning around completely. He reached out his hand.
"It was nice to meet you, Bella."
He said my name with such reassurance and ease and beauty, that I had to shake my head to un-cloud it. The air around me seemed lay thick and hazy, and the sound of my own heartbeat could be heard pulsating underneath my paper-thin skin. I reached out my hand tentatively, as I slipped it into Edwards grasp. His touch sent shivers up my arm, and down my spine. The single most exhilarating jolt of fiery electricity was coursing through my veins. It was hard to find my voice again. But I had to stay strong. Confidence is alluring, after all. And I was not dazzled by pretty boys. That was, until now.
"Nice to meet you, too," I smiled a bright white smiled that was sure to knock him off his feet, as he returned the same smile. He held on to my hand, like it was some sort of contest.
"Alright, Edward, if you're done harassing my roommate, we have matters to attend to." I laughed and backed away as Edward murmured goodbye, and snapped the door shut behind him.
As soon as I had finished unpacking and sharing some heavy girl talk with what had to be the world's smallest eighteen year old, I finally came to the conclusion that me and Alice were going to be great friends.
"But, I mean, you should have seen the look on his face!" I yelled. "I was expecting him to at least be a tad bit sorry for putting Charlie through that, but no. All Charlie did was walk down the hall, look at Emmett lounging across one of those old cots, like he owned the place, and Charlie went on a complete and total rampage." Alice was clutching her side from laughing so hard. "Charlie made Emmett go and apologize, fully clothed, to our neighbor, who, let's just say- in her condition- looked pretty damn happty to see him." I started tearing up as well.
"She was on respirators and everything. The doctors said that Emmett really 'startled' her," I began laughing so hard, I was bound to roll off my bed.
"What I wouldn't give to have seen your neighbors face after Emmett showed up at her house like that!" Alice was positively beaming at this point in the story.
"The best part is, the whole football team back home called him The Reaper, after that incident." Alice howled.
"I can't believe she almost died," she said more seriously.
"She was more than alright in the end, Alice," I said after a while, willing myself to laugh harder. Alice checked the clock in the middle of our beds, and the small table, and wiped away a stray tear from her eye.
"We should start getting ready," she stated. I looked at the time.
"Alice, its 8:00" She motioned for me to continue, as she raised her eyebrows. "Open mic night doesn't start until 10:00." She laughed, and if it were possible, I was more scared of the little pixie than I had been of coming to college at all.
'Well, that means I have two hours to see what I have to work with here." Yep, definitely scared.
Alice began to raid my closet, and pulled out an assortment of possible ensembles for me to wear. She finally settled on a pair of dark blue badly ripped up skinny jeans, a loose, sparkly, midnight blue dress shirt, and a pair of bright silver, closed toe pumps.
Then she began to tousle and tease my hair into a big mess of what appeared to be inconspicuously light sex hair, and dabbed on some mascara, blush, and light eye-shadow. To put it bluntly, I had gone from high school nerd, to hot college babe in under two hours. It was definitely a sight to be seen. Alice smiled at her work and clapped her hands as she made me spin in a complete 360 degree circle before getting ready herself.
"Alright Alice, we're done. Can we go now?" I asked.
"Hold your horses," she shouted from the bathroom. As soon as she walked out, my mouth dropped to the floor.
"Alice! You look amazing!" I chanted. She twirled around, and fingered her charcoal grey tank top.
"You really think so?" I looked at her, I mean really looked at her. Her shiny black, knee high boots were paired off with light blue jeans and a form-fitting tank top. Her hair was spiked out and she had a few pins stuck in the side, while her face was glistening.
"Of course I do. Now let's go, I said as I motioned to the door.
We jumped out of Alice's Porsche, after she insisted that she drive us instead of us walking. She said that walking, in these heels, was not even an option. After a few minutes, I couldn't have agreed more.
We stepped into the pub, I with my usual demeanor, and ignored the majority of the guys that had directed their attention towards us. Alice kept her eyes peeled for Rosalie and Edward, while I looked around for Emmett.
"What the hell are you wearing?!" I heard sound form behind me, I sighed as I turned around, ready for the wrath of Emmett Swan. He pulled a jacket out from underneath a side station and threw it to me. "Here, cover those up." He motioned towards my chest, and began walking around asking people how they were doing. I smiled, as I stuffed the jacket back inside the side station, rummaging around as I did so.
"You know, I highly doubt your brother would appreciate you stealing from his place of employment." I turned around to a very smug looking Edward staring straight at my backside, with the most mischievous grin spread across his devilishly handsome face.
"I wasn't stealing. In fact, I was returning what was supposed to make up for my lack of clothing tonight." Edward looked down towards my chest, and the cleavage that Alice so determinedly helped create.
"Alice got to you, huh?" He asked sincerely. I shook my head.
"That obvious?"
"It's just that this morning, you…" He paused as my cheeks were tinted a bright red. "You look good, don't worry." I believe he had the best of intentions when he said that, but I also had no doubt in my mind that he didn't realize he was insulting the real way that I look.
"Yeah, well, it's temporary," I spat.
"That's too bad," he said, flirtatiously. "Not that there was anything wrong with the way you dressed before." Edward winked. Would you look at that… Pretty boy has half a brain. But I looked at him again, making sure I would not allow myself to get sucked back in by his natural charming abilities. He was exactly the kind of boy I refused to be associated with. Rich, spoiled, complete and total dumbass pricks. I looked at him once more, cocking my head to the side, as I raised my eyebrows in an unsatisfied manner; crossing my arms together, as if to say 'oh really?'
"I'm not, you know." I furrowed my eyebrows as he finished. "What you think I am. Some spoiled little rich kid that gets everything he wants." I laughed sarcastically, as he stepped closer to me, closing the distance between us. And then I felt it again. The electricity was pumping wildly through my veins now.
"Am I that easy to read?" I wondered aloud. "Are you psychic now, too? On top of rich, spoiled, and prick-ish?" He laughed as well. I felt like sticking my tongue out at him. But this was no little argument I could solve with my childish antics. This was war, because I really hated Edward Cullen.
"Prick-ish?" he asked, apparently amused. I nodded. "Well, no." He walked around towards me, and I felt all the air seeping out of my lungs. He walked closer yet, putting his finger underneath my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You see," he whispered. His breath hit my face in a shower of cold sweetness. (wow, that sounded cheesy) "I get inside people's heads," he breathed. "It's very easy to see what you're thinking." I snorted. "Especially since it's written all over your pretty little face," he purred, rubbing his soft thumb across my cheek.
"There you are!" Alice called from across the bar. Edward backed away slowly, giving me a knowing look, and smiling sheepishly.
"I have someone you need to meet," she called after me, and grabbed my arm so I could follow her. Edward chuckled behind me, before I turned around and gave him a very un-subtle hand gesture.
"Bella, this is Jasper," I looked in front of me and smiled politely at the blonde haired boy, before the realization set in.
"Oh… Ohhhhh," I gasped. Alice looked amused at Jasper, and then harshly back at me. "Well hello there Jasper, it's nice to meet you." I shook his hand. "Alice has told me so much abou-" Alice jabbed me in the ribs and I gasped for air before I could finish my statement. So this is Jasper Hale. The Jasper Hale. Best friend of Edward, love of Alice's life Jasper Hale. Well. Suffice it to say, it was nice finally putting a face to a name. Honestly, Alice had good taste. (I, as an author, couldn't agree more!) Finally, Edward walked up behind Jasper, clapped his hand on his shoulder, and began talking about school and things. I really wasn't in the mood to pay attention. My mind was sort of swimming with thoughts. That's when Emmett walked over to us, with Rosalie following closely behind. Edward and Alice were slightly shocked, to say the least. I could care less at the moment. My brother was here to save me.
"Hey, Em!" I called, sounding slightly more exasperated than I had wanted. Edward laughing again, and looked at me knowingly. I hated when he looked at me like that. As if he knew all my secrets.
"Bells! Are you ready?" He asked. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What are you talking about, Em?"
"To sing!' I was glowing crimson by now.
"Emmett, you didn't! Tell me you didn't!" He laughed at my horrified expression.
"You're on in two minutes. And If you don't go on, I'll get fired," he added. Rosalie laughed by his side, and I shot her a death glare. She didn't seemed phased. I turned to Alice.
"Oh God, this is Oklahoma and that karaoke bar all over again!" She laughed, as did Emmett, and everyone else fell silent.
"You better get up there," Emmett mused. "I like this job."
"Emmett, I'm sure she doesn't want to get up in front of all these people and sing, I mean come on." Edward was testing my patience with that smug look of his.
"And how would you know what I want, Cullen?" I asked. Jasper laughed from behind me, as Edward shot him a perturbed look. Edward stepped closer to me, as everyone joined in laughing at my expense.
"Oh, I know what you want," he whispered in my ear, quiet enough so only I would hear. I let out a low growl, stormed off from the group I had been standing in and walked over to the DJ. He nodded his head once and I sashayed my way onto the stage, earning several hoots and hollers. Emmett looked like he was about to snap some necks, and Edward looked slightly peeved as well. Maybe it was because I was proving him wrong. But it looked like it was more than that. I smirked and winked at a boy in the audience as he high-fived his best friend. Alice started snickering, but stopped abruptly when she saw Edwards glare he had directed towards me.
"Whoa, sorry," she said quietly.
I grabbed an acoustic guitar from the stage, and strummed against the strings, to make sure everything was in tune. Once I adjusted a few things to my liking, I quickly started playing the beginning to "When the stars go blue," before I stopped abruptly and looked around the crowd, squinting my eyes. I pointed down towards Edward and spoke into the mic, a giant smirk plastered across my face.
"Hey, jackass." Edward smiled reflexively. "Yes, you, come on up here." I signaled for him to make his way up the stage and sit on the stool beside me. He didn't move, but continued smiling. "Edward Cullen, if you don't get up here right now, my brother will loose his job. You don't want that do you?" I put on a small pouty face, and smiled shyly. The crowd started booing and awing, before Alice pushed Edward roughly on the shoulders.
"Edward, get your ass on stage now," I commanded him, laughing. He shook his head no.
"What do I have to do to get you on stage?" I asked, as the DJ began setting up another mic. The crowd "oooh'd.' Edward laughed, and paused for a second, before marching up the stage to sit down next to me. He held the mic in his hands and looked me up and down longingly. For a moment I forgot the whole crowd was out there, watching.
"Kiss me," he said into the microphone. Emmett's eyes widened. Alice stood in shock. Jasper laughed, as did Rosalie, and the whole crowd erupted in hoots.
I looked slightly annoyed. Okay, very annoyed. I looked at him, laughed whole heartedly and said "Ha! In your dreams, Cullen," in the microphone. All the hoots turned into 'Aww's,' and 'Boo's,' Edward shrugged his shoulders and began walking off stage. Jasper was laughing even harder now.
"Fine, Edward!" Oh. My. God. That just came out of my mouth? No, take it back, take it back, take it back…
"What did you say?" he asked, as he waltzed back up the stage and sat on the stool.
"I said fine," I repeated, casually.
"Fine, what?" I rolled my eyes as people in the bar began laughing.
"Fine, I'll kiss you. Just sing with me." I smiled, and Emmett was about to punch a wall. Alice looked at me as she shook her head back and forth. Her face read 'dangerous territory.' I couldn't agree more. Jasper was laughing again.
"Jazz, shut up." I shouted. He laughed even harder at this. Edward looked at me with warm eyes, as he smiled at me, blocking out the entire crowd. Huh, who knew he had it in him to look caring…
"Are you nervous?" I asked into the microphone, mockingly.
"Not one bit," he replied confidently, never breaking his gaze.
"Good."
With that, I began strumming the chords to, "When the stars go blue," and everyone was watching intently. There were definitely more people here than I remember. This can't be good. I gulped, but plastered on my 'everything's alright!' smile, and closed my eyes. All I could really feel, was the hushed crowd, and Edward sitting right beside me. (listen to "When the Stars Go Blue" By: Tyler Hilton and Bethany Joy Lenz)
Dancing where the stars go blue,
Dancing were the evening fell,
Dancing in my wooden shoes, in a wedding gown.
Edward looked taken aback by my voice. It was bluesy and deep, and sensuous. But it cracked in all the right places. It was funny really. I knew then and there he most likely thought I was going to choke. And if I were even going to be singing, I would have been lousy. I knew I was a good singer though, even if that sounded cocky. I grew up singing and dancing. They were what I was what was good at.
What shocked me most was what happened next. Edward leaned forward, keeping his eyes locked on mine, and began singing the lyrics next. I wanted to embarrass him by making him sing. But no, he has to have a good voice. He could have gotten any girl in the bar with his looks alone. Add completely sexy, deep scratchy singing voice to the list of things Edward Cullen adorned, and he was virtually irresistible. I closed my eyes, and lowered my head as I listened to his sultry voice almost whispering out the lyrics. Funny thing was, everyone could hear him, and I was trying hardest to tune him out.
Dancing out on seventh street,
Dancing through the underground.
Dancing little marionette, are you happy now?
This was it. The moment of truth. We were singing together, and the crowd was loving it. They sopped up every last cheesy lyric we sang, and the most amazing part of it was me and Edward sounded amazing together. Our voices intertwined and soaked through each other in perfect harmony as we sang the next lyrics.
Where do you go when you're lonely?
Where do you go when you're blue
At this part in the song, shivers were running up and down my spine. My guitar got louder, as did our voices, and the music wafted through the air, seeping through everyone's sensitive eardrums.
Where do you go when you're lonely, I'll follow you.
When the stars go blue, When the stars go blue.
We finished the song In the most amazing way possible. I listened every time he sang in his overwhelmingly sexy voice, and he listened to mine in return; captivated by my voice as much as I was with his. We were rewarded with an erratic round of applause, the satisfaction of helping my brother keep his job, and a new feeling neither of us really knew how to harbor. So right as the applause was dying down, I looked over towards Edward and spoke in the mic.
"Wow, you didn't do as bad as I thought you would." he laughed at my false skepticism.
"Were you just, dare I say it… Complimenting me, Ms. Bella Swan?" he asked. The crowd howled.
"No, I was kissing ass." I laughed. "There, we're even." Edward looked at me smugly. Before the crowd erupted into cheers on my behalf.
"That was my kiss?" he asked.
"You weren't very specific in terms of your request," I replied. Everyone laughed.
"Touché Ms. Swan, touché."
Me and Edward walked off the stage, over to our group of, friends. Or people? Family? I don't know. We walked over to the group, and landed ourselves in the middle of a colorful explosion of praises; in all sorts of shapes and sizes, and I use the term 'praises' loosely. Alice ran up to me first, hugged me tightly and then kissed me on the cheek.
"Oh my gosh!" She screamed. "You have an amazing voice, Bella!" Jasper nodded his head in agreement, as he eyed Alice up and down, starting from her boots all the way up to the low cut opening of her tank top. Rosalie smiled at Edward and nodded her head at me. Emmett, well, let's just say he looked about ready to smash some heads in.
"Emmett, what's wrong?" I asked, suddenly. He stared at me, wide eyed, before Rosalie sighed. And put her fingers to her temples
"You are never speaking to that boy again." He pointed a large finger towards Edward who looked at him politely. "Do you hear me Bella?" he stared straight at me. If looks could kill, I would be rotting away in a grave somewhere. Rosalie, Alice and Jasper were laughing incredibly hard on Emmett's behalf.
"Got it Captain Kirk, no need to worry." I answered sarcastically. Then I purposely looked over to Edward. "Like I'd want to talk to him again, anyways."
The DJ began spinning again, and soon everyone was out on the dance floor, moving with the music. I stood by Emmett and talked with him about how much me and Alice were getting along. As Soon as we mentioned her name, she was bouncing over to us.
"Bella, Reaper, get out here," she motioned towards the dance floor, and I prayed that Emmett hadn't heard her little nickname slip up. He had.
"I am utterly unimpressed by your way too trusting nature, Bella. Utterly unimpressed." I laughed and shook my head.
"Like anyone else knows what that means." Emmett just shook his head, and guided me over to the dance floor, sending me off with Alice once he got a hold of Rosalie. Me and Alice were dancing around in a fun way. As if we were two 12 year old girls at a slumber party. But even though we looked totally ridiculous chanting out random words to rap songs, guys noticed. Oh, how they noticed. And boy, was Edward flippantly jealous.
I was usually very perceptive of people, and the way they feel, or what they were thinking. And as I danced with Joe, or was his name John?- I completely got the impression that Edward was sending out dangerously hazardous hate rays toward my innocent enough dance partner. Although the way we were dancing was anything but innocent.
Jazz and Alice were staring at each other across the dance floor, and I was suddenly bombarded the feelings that Alice had harbored about their 'predicament.' The way he was looking at her dancing with other guys made it plain enough for me to see that he thought of her as more than his best friend's little sister.
Joe/John was cute enough, that's for sure. In a way that his hips grinding into mine didn't bother me so much. His hands were roaming over my body and I thanked God that Emmett was too preoccupied with the leggy blonde to have noticed. He turned me around to face him as he fingered a loop hole in my jeans, underneath my shirt. My breath hitched in my throat. This man was sending me waves of pure, undiluted lust and all I could think about was 'I sure as hell hope Edward is watching.' Lucky for me, he was. I spotted him looking over at me and, J- Unfortunately, he thought the loophole, under the shirt incident was a sign that I needed to switch dance partners. Joe, or John ran his hand up my back, on the inside of my shirt, as my head tilted back. My neck was glistening with sweat, before I felt his nails digging into my back. Holy hell.
"May I cut in?" Edward asked smugly. God damnitt, he ruined it for me. He completely ruined it for me. Joe, or John looked at me as if asking if it were alright, I barely nodded, and he walked over to the bar to order another drink.
"I'll talk to you later, Bella," he said in a suggestive manner, before lightly squeezing my hand, and walking away. I would definitely have to get his number before I left. Immediately I felt Edward slip his hands over my waist, his thumb hooking onto my hip bone. I figured… This is going to be awkward. Just then, Timbaland's 'Bounce' came on, and a majority of the couples left the dance floor, but it was still crowded. Edward still would not let go of me. His large hands enveloped most of my waist, and he pulled me in close to him.
"Edward, you scared him off. You can let go of my waist now," I smirked sarcastically but he looked completely sincere.
"What makes you think I didn't really interrupt him with the intentions of dancing with you?" He asked, as he swayed my hips to the music. I laughed.
"Oh, I don't know, it could have been the look you were giving him while me and him were dancing." Edward laughed.
"Is that what you guys were doing?" I frowned at him.
"Of course that's what we were doing, what did it look like we were doing?" I asked, rhetorically, trying to brush this conversation aside. God, I really wish this song was over…
"Well, I can tell you, it most definitely was not dancing," he answered.
"And pray tell, dear Edward, what were we doing?" I asked, the anger was boiling inside me. I could feel steam ready to project out of my ears, as my face became beet red. Right after I had said that, Edward slipped his hand up my back, as the other one remained on my hip. My breathing was labored as his hands began doing wonderful things to the sensitive skin of my back. I could barely care that his hand was so far up my shirt that my back was on display for the rest of the bar to see. Right then, Edward dragged his fingers down my back leaving pieces of sensitive red flesh in their wake. I bit my lip. This was utterly ridiculous, I needed for him to remove his hands from my personnel immediately.
"I don't know what you were doing," Edward whispered in a husky voice, as his hands slipped down my body and rested slightly below my hip. He turned me around forcefully, so my back was to him, and he ran one of his hands up my shirt just below my breast, and the other on my waist, just above the waistband of my jeans. My breathing hitched in my throat as I closed my eyes tight and started to pretend I was dancing with Someone, anyone else. This was one of the most sensual moments I had ever experienced, and it was with a guy I had barely known a few hours, and already hated. Edward's lips grazed my exposed neck, before he leaned into my ear to whisper. "But he was playing grab ass." He said half-heartedly, and loud, as he slipped one of his hands over my backside. I removed it fast and backed away.
"Thanks for pointing that out in such a gracious manner." I said in the rudest voice I could muster. Edward sighed.
"He was practically raping you." I laughed.
"And what exactly were you just doing? So we were having a little fun. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself," I said. Edward sighed again, and shook his head for good measure.
"Bella, be reasonable." I laughed. "It was really gross to have to watch that."
"You could have been watching someone else, buddy." He shook his head, but seemed at a loss for words. "As for the fact that it was you who was watching us, and so intently that you were able to come up with your own diagnostic of our mannerisms, I have the well deserved right to call you a pervert.
"Alright. I'm a pervert. You caught me." Edward threw his hands up, and laughed. I sighed.
"Well, you got your dance," I told him.
"Hardly," he whispered in my ear.
"Ugh." I grunted.
Just then Emmett walked up behind me, put his coat around my shoulder, and ushered me away from Edward.
"Let's go, Bells. Time to take you home," he said.
"Em, I'm going home with Alice," I replied.
Silence.
"It's okay, father. I'll be home before 1 o'clock father, I won't talk to any strangers, of contract and strange or incurable diseases, father." I finished and Edward snorted behind me.
"You got something to say, Cullen?"
"Not at all, Emmett." Edward replied, smoothly.
"I still think you should beat him up," I said. Emmett laughed, and tousled my hair roughly. I smiled, before moving with him to the door. "Listen, Emmett, I'll be fine. Go home, hang out with Rose, do whatever, just have fun and stop worrying about me," I finished.
"Fine." Emmett turned to leave. "But Bella?"
"Yeah?" He waited until Edward was out of hearing range.
"Be careful of that Cullen kid." I smiled and pushed him out the door.
"I could say the same to you, Em!" I shouted after him and Rosalie.
I turned around to find Alice dangerously close to my face.
"Jesus, Alice! You scared me half to death! What the hell are you doing?" Alice looked around nervously.
"We've got to get out of here," she begged.
"Why, what's going on?"
That's when I saw it. Jasper Hale. The Jasper Hale- Love of Alice's life, kissing some big boobed, fake blonde hussy. Alice looked ready to burst.
"Oh, Al! I shouted, before taking her in my arms and rushing her out towards her car. Jasper was an idiot if he thought some blonde was better than my tiny pixie of a roommate.
All I knew was that tonight was going to be a long first night back to school…
Welcome to college…
A/N: Like it? Tell me if I should continue… If not, I'll stop while I'm ahead. Lol. I'll put those pictures up soon, of the characters, and what I would rather have them look like. But feel free to use your imagination!! It's a lot better than some stupid pictures.