Disclaimer: I'm a poor fourteen year old girl with no job. I own NOTHING.
Title Song: Darkness 'Round The Sun by Damhnait Doyle. Listen to it. It's good stuff.
As soon as I got off work, I went down to the bar. I couldn't handle going home to Rose and Jazz yet. They were my best friends, but I just couldn't deal with them right now.
I had a really crappy day, which was just another in a long line of crappy days. I needed a few drinks to calm me down.
Today, my boss had announced to me that I had a project that absolutely had to be done before the end of the month, a week from tomorrow. I was going to explode if I tried to get it done that fast. And I'll probably get fired for doing a horrible job. Then the janitor, Mike Newton, thought he'd ask me out. Again. I don't think that he knows what the word 'no' means. That was the seventeenth time he has asked me out this week. Finally, I not so subtly hinted that my secretary Jessica would say yes. But that wasn't all. Erik Yorkie, the computer technician had to ask me out too. And our mailroom worker, Tyler. It was getting really annoying. But that's not all. Somehow I managed to spill my coffee all over myself, bang into five people, and trip over my own feet four times. Before lunch.
So, forgetting all that crap by consuming large quantities of alcohol is starting to sound really good now.
I headed towards the nearest bar, intent on getting there without more of my paralyzing clumsiness. Of course, it didn't work. I managed to trip over a crack in the sidewalk. And someone's purse. Sitting under their chair.
Blushing furiously, I sat down on the closest available barstool.
"Can I get somethin' for ya?" The bartender asked me gruffly.
"Yeah, give me something strong."
A few hours and quite a few drinks later, I heard someone say my name.
"Bella?"
I turned tipsily, and saw someone I hadn't spoken to in years. "Edward!" I squealed. Gosh, I hadn't seen him since high school! He was still unbelievably gorgeous. His eyes were still that awesome bright green, and his hair was still the beautiful shade of bronze that I loved.
"Are you drunk?" he asked incredulously.
I stared, not having heard what he had said due to my ogling. "Um, what?"
"I asked if you're drunk."
I giggled. "Noooooo!"
He turned to the bartender. "How many has she had?"
The bartender shrugged. "More 'en enough. Somewhere around five I'd say." He slid a cup in front of me.
"What's that? Hey, that isn't the same stuff as you've been giving me!" I looked at the black liquid in the cup.
The bartender smiled wryly. "It's coffee. You're drunk."
"I am not! I am a perfunkly shober!" The bartender laughed.
"I'm taking you home, Bella." Edward stated.
"I can get myself home!" I giggled again.
"Then, at least, let me walk you there. I would feel extremely guilty if someone were to take advantage of you."
"Well, when you say it like that..."
He caught me as my attempt to get down from the stool I was on turned into a fall. As it turns out, drinking does not help my already horrible balance.
"Thanks," I giggled.
We walked out of the bar together. Edward had his arm around my waist, because I keep stumbling and tripping over my own feet.
"So, Bella, care to tell me why you are completely smashed?" Edward said lightly, but even in my drunken haze I could tell he was concerned.
"Ugh. Crappy day." I turned onto a street, hoping it would lead me to my own.
"Oh."
I looked at Edward. "Did you know that you're really cute?" Oh my god! Please, tell me I didn't say that! Yet another reason I shouldn't drink. It removes the filter between my brain and my mouth. I could feel my cheeks turning red.
Edward laughed. "Why, thank you. You're pretty cute yourself."
My cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. I searched for something intelligent to say. Between the drinks and Edward's arm around my waist, it wasn't working that great.
"Bella? Where do you live?"
I thought for a minute, and looked around. "Um… You know, that's a pretty good question."
He sighed. "You can stay at my place for the night. I don't think Emmett will mind."
"Who's Emmink?"
"Emmett is my best friend. He's my roommate." Edward said patiently.
"Oh. Okay. Take me to your leader! I mean your house." I blushed. I swear, I will never get this drunk again.
Edward chuckled. "Right this way."
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I woke up with an absolutely horrible headache. When I opened my eyes the morning light only intensified the pain. I groaned and threw my hand over my eyes. It was then that I realized that I was not in my own bed, let alone the apartment I shared with Jasper and Rosalie. Where the hell am I? I wondered.
I rolled over, and came face-to-face with the best friend from high school that I hadn't seen in years. Edward Cullen.
Oh shit.
All right! Here's the FIRST CHAPTER of the amazing re-write I'm doing of my story Whoops! Hope you guys like it!
I have shout-outs for all my amazing people, like Bekki . Stretch, for being her awesome self (I heart you Bekki!!!), Uvabunchies for the new title and beta'ing (yayz!!! Thank you thank you thank you for your awesome cornflakes, ;D), and addictedtoOTH for being uber sweet to me, and leaving the best review ever! You guys are all amazing and I heart you!
So, I know not much has changed.... It's going to be pretty much the same for a while, just smashed together so it flows better... But, I already have huge changes in store that no one knows of yet... :D There will be much more angst, but it's not all coming from the B/E part of the story. That's all I'm gonna say about it though.
And, I have a contest that I wold just LOVE for someone to enter! (It's also in Oxygen . And . Cucumber's [another amazing author whose stories you must read] forum CookieMonster Challenges I only have one entry (Choice, by WhiteLotus95, go read it, it's amazing and I want more but I'm the only one who's reviewed so she's a bit discouraged). Here it is:
The Challenge: Write a story based on the idea that for some reason (whatever you choose, as long as it's believable) Rosalie is given the chance to go back in time and live out her life with Royce/become human. (Or just do something where she's thinking about what she would choose if she was given the option.)
Summary: I think the above about covered it. All I really have to add is that it has to be canon to work.
Length:However long you want. It can be a short drabble, or a fifty chaptered fic. Just do your best!
Point of View:Preferably Rosalie, but you can throw in other characters POVs, or even do the whole story from someone else's. Just make it fit, and show what Rosalie is thinking.
Rating: Nothing higher then 'T' please, but I can make exceptions, so just ask! (I will not make any exceptions for lemons. Sorry, but I'm only fourteen.)
Deadline: Totally open. I'll decide when there are more entries.
Requirements: Focus on the dynamics of Rosalie and Emmett's relationship. Make sure you're clear on exactly WHY Rosalie makes the choice she does. (Unless you don't actually include the decision.) And, if you do the 'Rose picks human life and not Emmett, PLEASE don't put her or him with someone else. Rose/Emmett is required, even if they don't end up together.
I really just want a story that focuses on the way that Rosalie and Emmett love each other. So, I would like for that to be the main focus. But other pairings are welcome, as long as they aren't in the limelight. (How many times can I say 'focus' in one paragraph. It's getting boring...)
If you have any questions, review, PM me, reply to the forum, or even e-mail me if you don't have an account. My e-mail is hippiegurl94. I use gmail. So, hippiegurl94(at)gmail(dot)com!
Please please please, in the very least, go read Choice and review it, because it's amazing and she's not going to do anything with it until she gets some reviews, which is really understandable. She needs the feedback and support all you amazing people give!
Well, what are you guys waiting for??? Review. If you do, I will give you a HUGE hint (aka, spoiler) AND love you forever! Come on, get them comments flowing!
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