Hi everybody. this is my second fan-fiction and i am so excited (you have no idea). since my first story sparks hasn't been so popular i decided to write another one. the idea for this story came to me at like three in the morning so I'm so tired right now and i might not be making any sense. so here is the summary and a little prologue. enjoy
I was never the pretty girl. Guys never turned their heads when I walked by. I never really fit in anywhere either. I love the theater and music but I never got along with really artsy people. In high school I had a few friends but not that many. I'm not fat but I'm not model thin either and my hair sometimes looks like its trying to attack my head. I thought my life would continue on this way when I moved to new york with my best pal but everything changed when i met him. I never really felt beautiful until he held me. I never felt wanted until he kissed me. I spend all my time thinking of him, spend all my hours waiting till I'm with him. When he touches me its like my skin is on fire. His laughter is my song and his voice my inspiration. When he smiles and I see the light in those blue gray eyes it makes me love him more. When he tells me how beautiful I am and how much I mean to him I cant help but get lost in his words. When he pulls me close and whispersthose three little words in my ear, "I love you", for once I believe them.
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chapter one
The Unbelievable
The announcer approached the mic stand as all the girls in the dining hall looked up. You could almost see the anticipation in the air as thousands of girls decked out in their finest gear watched and waited praying that their name was called. The red haired D.J. silenced the music as the announcers thin frame drew closer to the mic. The dark haired announcer to a long deep breath and spoke in to the mic with a clear determined voice. "It is time to announce the winner of the contest. Vanessa the envelope please," the announcer held out his hand as the tall willowy blond, Vanessa, ascended the steps and approached the announcer. Once the powder blue envelope was in the bronzed hands of the thin announcer every girl in the room took a deep breath. You could hear a shredding of the paper as the thin man broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out a single white card.
"And the winner of the date with the one and only Robert Pattinson is….. Stella Addison!" the crowd erupted in loud but jealous praise. "Miss. Addison would you please join us on the stage?" Everyone looked around them looking for the one lucky girl. My best friend Allison turned to me
"Oh My God! Stella you won! Go up there hurry!" I stared at her in disbelief as she tried to force me to walk through the waiting crowd and up to the stage.
" what!" I shrieked. "How did they call my name? I wasn't even entered" I stammered as I was pushed from behind up to the stage. I turned to face Allison as she pushed me forward. "Why did they call my name? Allison what did you do?" my best friend pushed me harder.
"I entered your name. I know you said that you didn't want me to but I couldn't resist. Just go up there, it's worth it. Trust me," She said as she continued to push me through the crowd to the stage.
"Allison I'm gonna kill you. Why did you enter my name? I've never even seen this guy before you're the one obsessed with him why don't you go up there and say you're me." I say as I balk on my way to the stage where the dark haired announcer and the blond Vanessa wait for me.
"This is a sign I tell you" Allison continues as if she hadn't heard me. She continues to push me from behind. She sure is strong for being so small. "I just know it. Its fate, you'll see. You will set eyes on him and fall in love. Your bad boyfriend streak is over. I have foreseen…" she starts to give me her grand prediction for my love life but is cut off as we reach the stage and the announcers voice blasts from the speakers on either side of us.
"And here she is the winner of a date with Rob Pattinson, Miss. Stella Addison!" The crowd claps half heartedly as I mount the stairs my hazel eyes blinded by the bright lights of the stage.
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How do I get myself into these kinds of messes? I think to myself. I sigh to myself as I look at my reflection in the mirror. My dark brown hair flows in thick curly tresses behind me and my bright hazel eyes are framed by thick lashes. It took hours of Allison doing my hair for us to get it to the point where the wavy masses actually cooperated with the burning curling iron. I look down at my outfit, a warm honey brown top and light blue denim jeans. My gold bracelets and earrings catch the light of large bulbs above my mirror. I'm about to apply some more eyeliner when Allison burst in my dressing room again.
"The limo is here come on you've got to go" she shrieks as she grabs my arm and pulls me out of my room and towards the door. I grab my purse before Allison pulls me from the apartment we share. She doesn't bother shutting the door since she will be coming right back up as soon as I leave.
"I really wish you were going on this dumb date instead of me. Who wants to go out with some Hollywood pretty boy anyways?" I say as Allison all but yanks my arm out of the socket as she pulls me down the stairs.
"Stop talking about him like that," Allison says rebuke in her high pitched voice. "He is just out looking for love just like you are. And he is not some Hollywood pretty boy. He has a deep artistic soul. I'm telling you Stella this is gonna go great. I've seen it in the cards" Allison continues her eyes looking into a far off place.
"You can't actually believe this stuff. Artistic soul my foot! That prima donna Hollywood hot shot wouldn't know true talent if I bit him on the ass" I say bluntly.
"I'm telling you Stella it's in the cards. I have foreseen..." Allison starts but I cut her off.
"Oh yes you have "foreseen" that me and this Rob guy will hit it off just like you "foresaw" that me and Kyle were meant to be." I look up just in time to see Allison cast her eyes flare with anger. I instantly feel horrible. You can talk about Allison's height and high pitched voice all you want but say one negative thing about her "Predictions" and all hell breaks loose.
"That was different, "Allison answers hotly. "You two were completely compatible, not even my cards could have known that his ex was after him for child support. I just know this is gonna work out Stella I feel it. You know I have a six sense about these kinds of things." Her anger vanishes just as quickly as it appeared. She smiles up at me and I can't help but smile back.
"This time everything's gonna work out for the best," Allison says as we step out on to crowded street of New York. "Now go have fun," she says as we reach the limo that's parked on the curb. I climb into the back seat and roll down the window to wave at Allison as the limo pulls away.