Alright! My first Twilight fic!
Disclaimer: All characters are Stephenie Meyer. She's the genius who came up with Edward Cullen not I!
A/N: Okay, so this is a Bella and Edward fanfiction and will probably only be in Edwards's perspective, though that might change. I'm totally physced about this! It's AU and AH, which I typically don't like so this surprised me as well! The paragraphs are a little jumbled together in this chapter but they WONT always be like that. There is NO rape in this story just as a heads up in case for some creepy reason that's why you wanted to read this story. I have high hopes for this story, although it might be a vain thought.
I hope not, Enjoy!
Oh yeah! In addition, give me ideas on what you think should happen, what you think I do bad (or well!) when writing, anything! I just want to hear what you guys have to think!
To be completely honest, my life is plain, ordinary and pedestrian. Okay, so there is one thing about my life that is a little odd. Woman.
I have never even hugged a girl outside of my family let alone go out with a girl!
Not that I'm gay whatsoever, it's just girls never really interest me, especially at this age.
All girls talk about is hair, makeup, and boys. I'm not interested in hair, makeup, or boys. No offense to the rest of the male population.
I'm not too worried about meeting the perfect woman in 11th grade; I mean that's what after college right? After I'm settled and have a job. In an odd way, I'm kind of happy I don't have a girl in my life that I like for than a friend. Sure, it can be lonely at time but this way I can concentrate on my schoolwork and maintaining my 4.0 GPA. That's right, 4.0. I'm what they call a nerd, and I'm proud of it. Some people at my school don't even know what GPA stands for!
Being a nerd has a lot of pros and not so many cons. Pros; my parents trust me, letting me go anywhere I want at any time I want (not that I ever want to, but it's nice to have my freedom.) I don't have to worry about getting into a good college; if I keep these grades up I'll be heading for Harvard! Moreover, the dough will start rolling in when I become a doctor, we'll see whose popular then!
However, the cons aren't that bad. I'm low on the popularity pyramid. I don't have too many friends. In addition, of course, girls laugh at the clothes I wear. I guess I do dress like the standard 'geek'. With my fitting jeans and my always tucked in button up shirt, people tend to make fun of me. At least I don't wear glasses.
I'm content with my life though. My parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, are great and supportive. I know they love me more than anything and I idolize my dad. He is my role model, seeing, as he is the head surgeon in this small town of Forks, Washington. And he a respectable man as well. I don't think you could ever find two more whole hearty and kind people if you searched for years. I'm an only child, and I hate it. Carlisle and Esme had a hard time getting pregnant and when they did finally get pregnant; they lost their first child in the 3rd month. On their second pregnancy, it was me. I've been begging for siblings since I was young but my parents always told me it was impossible.
But if I couldn't have sibling then my friends are definitely a replacement. Emmett McCarty is my ultimate best friend. He doesn't care that I'm a nerd even though he's a quarter back on the football team. He definitely looks the part since he's flipping huge! He's tall and wide with muscles. But he's a big teddy bear at heart, the reason why many people love him so much. But in all honesty, he can be a bit frightening. He's dating my other friend Rosalie Hale. She's tall and skinny with bleach blonde hair. She's what we call a Blonde Witch. Some parts of her are the typical blonde prep, like being on the cheerleading squad and gossiping with Jessica Stanley and Lauren Gothly in 7th period. But also, some of her traits are a bit odd. Like how she's, a great mechanic and she can as well scare any man away, including Emmett if she wishes.
Then there's Jasper Hale, Rosalie's younger twin brother. He has a darker shade of blonde hair than his sister and he's a lot quieter that her as well. He's a lot like me I guess you could say. He likes to read the classics like me and he's on the same lacrosse team as me. Although, I'm pretty sure he's a lot better at it than I am. He's funny when he wants to be too. But not perverted funny like Emmett, thankfully, we don't need another echo of 'that's what she said' every time some says something remotely inappropriate. The rest of the school does a good enough job already. He has his girlfriend Alice Brandon who I think of as a blood related sister. She's quirky and weird with short black hair and a short body as well. She like to read fortunes and when she's older she wants to be one of the women who you call and they predict your future for you. She's a fashion freak and is constantly giving me advice to dress to impress.
You'd think with two couples as my friends that I'd want to get a girlfriend myself, which is most definitely not the case. I'm happy single. Alice says I have potential great looks but I'm not too sure. The only muscles I have are from lacrosse and when soccer team needs an extra player. I'm not as tall as Emmett is but not as short as Jasper. I have unruly, out of control, bronze hair. Every morning when I get out of the shower, I comb it back but every time I get stressed out or lost in thought, I run my hands through my hair in all sorts of different directions.
Alice says if anybody can rock my messy hair it's me so I shouldn't worry too much about it, I still try though. I have emerald green eyes that I have inherited from Esme. I tend to role them whenever I find something ridiculous.
"Edward, honey, it's time for dinner!" I smile as I swing the door of my room open and run downstairs where the smell of meat loaf is taking up all the breathing space and leaving me with a drooling mouth. "Smells delicious Mom!" I compliment taking my seat across from my parents, where there is already a plate for me sitting there.
I don't waste time finishing off everything, even the carrots from my plate. "How's school Edward? Do you have your homework done?" I smile and nod. I have finished my English essay in Calculus today once I was done with the daily assignment. We ate dinner in peace making casual small talk. I helped my mom clear the table and put dishes in the sink.
"Anything you need me to do Mom?" I ask politely, like I do every night after dinner. I was hoping she'd say no because I was really hoping to just sit home and relax the rest of the night.
"Actually," she began rummaging through the fridge. "it seems I have run out of eggs. Will you run out and buy me a dozen? I know it's getting dark but I was hoping to make cookies for the hospital bake sale." The store was only a few blocks away; I could use the jog anyways.
"Sure Mom, no problem." She smiled appreciably at me and handed me the money, I told her to keep it and that I could pay for them but she only laugh and pushed the money closer to me.
I left the house, only after grabbing my Lacrosse pullover and ran to the store, hoping to make it there before it gets dark. I'd really hate seeing drug deals or gangs walking around. I don't like having to walk past them, kind of freaks me out.
I got to the grocery store with ease, grabbed the dozen eggs, and nearly ran to the self-checkout. There was a lady at the self-checkout machine next to me with at least 35 cans of cat food and she looked extremely tired. I bought the eggs and ran out of the store like a mad man, it was now pitch black and I wanted to get home.
Two blocks away from my house is see a shady person sitting on a bench. I thought it was a woman because she or he had long hair and was cover their face with it, but who knows these days. I tried speeding up my pace but as soon as I walked past the figure, a delicate voice called out to me.
"Um, excuse me. I don't want to bother you or anything but do you have any change?" I stopped abruptly and stared into the now lifted face that was staring back at me. It was most definitely a girl, looking my age. And she was pretty and normally I don't think that about girls. I looked for signs showing that she was using drugs, but she looked completely normal to me. She had large brown eyes that I didn't even want to think about looking away from even for a minute, usually I don't even like making contact. She had a heart shaped face and had long dark hair that fell straight down her back. She looked thin, almost sickly thin maybe she was on drugs. She wasn't wearing a jacket. Wasn't she cold?
It wasn't until she spoke again that I realized I hadn't answered her question. "I mean, I would have asked someone else but every one else walking around seems kind of shady and scary" She blushed a little and let out a giggle, my heart throbbed. "I guess I seem a little shady too, asking for money in the middle of the night." She shook her head a little, and I immediately wondered what the money was for. Drugs? Most likely, not, she didn't seem like that kind of girl to me. Then again, I've known this girl for not even a minute. Who was I to make accusations? But, I really wanted to know, why she wasn't at home.
"Um, yeah sorry I uh..." I reached into my pocket finding the six dollars and thirty-eight cents from the change of buying eggs. I handed all of the money. A five and a one. "Sorry that's all I have." She looked down at the money in her hand and beamed, I felt my face heat up.
"Thank you s-" She started coughing, harshly. After a minute of it not stopping, I started to panic. "Are...Are you alright?" She shook her head. That's when the blood started coming out.
"Oh my gosh! We have to call 911!" I shouted at her, putting a hand on her cold shoulder. She shook her head violently. "No," She let out meekly "anything but that please, I'll...be ...'kay"
And then she fainted. I had a feeling she wouldn't want me telling my parents about this, for whatever reason. In this weird way, I wanted to protect this girl and make her happy. So that's when I decided, I would sneak her into my room and not tell my parents about this.
I slung the bag of eggs on my shoulder and picked up the girl from the bench bridal style. That word...bridal... had me blushing just thinking about it. How was this going to work?
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