So here's my very first twilight story… I hope this thing is gonna work and forgive my English; I'm French and my speaking isn't perfect…
I tried mixing this story with my own and I hope you like it… Enjoy!! =]
Bella's POV
Never did I even give it a thought that my life would have turned out like this. It was much better…
I used to always try and imagine it, but all that I would come up with, was like a big blank page.
It was humid here. And always raining. At least there was a comforting side to this little adventure; I'd always know what the weather would be like. No need to always try to figure out what to wear. Plus, I didn't mind the rain so much. I thought it was calming, dramatic sometimes.
Dad has had a major depression ever since I was 3. So basically, I never had a really happy dad. Sure, maybe a couple times a month, or once a week, but besides that, it was bleh. He was depressed, or mad or just numb. Yes, it was hard to deal with, but things happen, and that's just how it is.
Mom was absolutely crazy. Almost every day I laugh with her until it hurts. But she's always had the tendency to be overstressed. And I understood; being in her position must have been hard. But I'd show her how to laugh more, and laugh things off.
Emmett was… well he was Emmett, No other than the immature, childish, funny, protective and idiot brother that I had and loved no matter what.
We came here in order for my dad to fill the needing of a chief of police down in Forks, Washington.
"So you guys have 800 each, okay?" a voice interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head from the window to face my mom. She had both of her hands full of money.
"Ah sweet!!" a deep booming voice said. Emmett. I watched as his hands took the amount in one of her hands, Woah. Seriously??
"Bellaaaaaaa?" mom asked looking amused. "Hurry up," she mused, "or I'll change my mind…" With a gasp and scared wide eyes, I quickly took the money out of her left hand. Emmett laughed at my urge and I protectively hugged my money. "Mine," I said, shooting a suspicious look at my mom.
We were on our way to the Seattle mall and Emmett and I were getting loads of new clothes; the best part of starting school. "We'll pick you kids up around 7 at the food court, alright?" Ugh, I can't believe he still says that!
"We're not kids!" Emmett and I both complained. I saw Charlie laugh and shake his head through the mirror probably thinking: Are you kidding me?! "Yeah, it's not because we're a little immature that we're kids," I pouted.
"A little?" he continued, looking at me like I had 3 heads.
"Hey, we're not immature!" My brother said innocently.
"Oh, shut up Em!" I shot him an obvious look.
"Okay.. maybe a little," he admitted, emphasizing on the word 'little'.
"Emmett.. Let's face it, we're immatures," I said as I sighed and patted his shoulder. I listened as mom was all laughing at us. "Yeah!! Big immatures!"
"Hey, what do you think you are, laughing at us all the time, huh?" Em said defensively.
"Yeah?" I pressed on.
"Okay, okay whatever… have a good shopping trip. And no fighting, please!" she told us. Realizing we were finally at destination, I picked up my purse and turned off my iPod.
I'll never understand why she keeps telling us 'no fighting'. Yeah, those aren't my intentions at all, but it's not like just by saying so that it won't happen. Maybe they were just 'mother reflexes'.
"Remember, 7 at the food court!" dad shouted through the opened window.
"Yes, dad…" we both kids said.
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High tops, converses, high heels, jeans, tops, hoodies, sunglasses, dresses, every accessories, this place was awesome. I had to say, eight hundred bocks at the mall was really worth it.
"Ugh!! I don't know what shoes to get…" I watched as Emmett stood before the wall full of shoes. He had been struggling to choose a pair of shoes for 10 minutes now and I found it pretty amusing. "What do you think of those black & white DC ones?" he asked.
"Bleh," I shrugged my shoulders.
"Now, you are no help at all," he complained.
"Well it's just boring; you always get the same shoes!" I complained afterwards. I don't know why this was bothering me, they weren't my shoes.
"No, I don't. What are you talking about?"
"Ok, maybe not but you always get the same colors, and it's annoying!" I complained again.
"So? How is that annoying?" He was clearly confused.
"I don't know.. It just is. Don't get Black & White," I ordered.
"Wow, the strangest things can bother you," he smiled. "But fine…"
Looking around for about 10 minutes I found red and black shoes. "How 'bout these ones?"
"No, I want DC shoes!" He pouted.
"Arrh, you're so whiny. Fine!" Looking around again I pointed towards another pair. DCs this time. "Hey, these blue one are pretty cool," I suggested. Neon blue shoes… only blue, no other color. Cool!
"Hey yeah!! Thank yoooouuuuuu. And then I can put neon yellow laces on them… Yeah!!" He sounded like a little boy on Christmas getting his first video game. I guess dad was right.
"I think dad was right; you are a kid," I tried not to laugh as I watched his face. It was like if I interrupted his daydream. While trying on some flashy red All Star high tops, he ruffled my hair. I gave him a push with my shoulder and he gave me another bigger one. It was enough to get me to fall off the bench. "Hey!!" I whined. His booming laugh and me on the floor caught the attention of most of people. Ah, did I love those cute moments we had!
"Are you okay?" I heard a male voice chuckling. I wouldn't blame him; we both must have looked ridiculous! Yep, just like kids!
A pale hand was in front of me in order for me to take it. I reached it and stood up clumsily. The guy was very tall, with messy-but-good-looking bronze-brownish hair. He also had the most fascinating green eyes I'd ever seen… It felt like they were so deep. !!!! Oh. God. I freaked out in my own mind. He was gorgeous! I finally felt embarrassment as I realized he'd seem me fall. Oh get over it Bella! It's not like you'll ever see him again. Ha! I wish! "Ummm, thanks," I mumbled nervously. I scratched the back of my long, wavy, dark brown hair, suddenly having to twitch my hands.
"No problem… I'm Edward," he said nicely with a beautiful smile. I stared at him for what seemed like time was frozen for a few seconds. Very long seconds.
"Bella," I smiled. Okay, don't embarrass yourself.
"Beelllaaaaaaa!!" I heard Emmett muse my name. I looked over the hottie's shoulder to find my brother already at the cashier, looking for me.
"Ummmm, I-I gotta go. My brother's… calling me," I almost successfully said. He smiled, nodded and let me pass. I smiled back and said a low 'thanks' and walked away. Oddly, I could feel his stare on me and my heart was going crazy. Wow. Then my mind went completely blank.
"So who was that?" Em asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I don't know… Some Edward guy, Isn't he hot though?" I wondered aloud.
"Ha! Certainly not as hot as me," he responded. Uh-huh…
"YEAH RIGHT! Have you seen him?! I'm not so sure," I joked also giving him the extra .belly-button poke'.
"Dooonnn'ttt!" He said childishly. "There's a cute girl behind, she'll think you're my girlfriend."
"Pfff, whatever!"
"Whatever indeed…" Haha yes, 'indeed' was Emmett's own way of joking innocently with words. For the rest of the car ride, I found myself thinking about the Edward guy I met, He was incredibly good-looking. No doubt he had a girlfriend.
Done chap. 1!! Tell me what you think of it! Reviews are love ^.^