Lovesick: Twelve Shades of Pink
The diary of a middle school outcast comes into the hands of the class queen bee. Bella Swan's life is soon to be a living hell. (Bella / Edward screwed up romance) (AU/AH) Rated M for mature themes and language to come.
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Disclaimer: I can find no evidence that I, OpiumCakes, own any of the characters in Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Saga.
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Lovesick: Twelve Shades of Pink
Prologue
(Bella)
I littered 15 pages of his name, my full name with his last name, thousands of hearts and roses and flowers and stars and butterflies and doves and sickeningly sweet shades of pink and blinding red and purple gel pen streaked across the looselead paper, clashing with the blue lines and red margin breakers.
From the outside it was just an unassuming blue covered notebook that belonged to a student. Inside it was a hellish disarray of lovesick schoolgirl obesession. It had the offhand appearance of a stalker's diary. Out of each page spilled glittery gaudy nonsense, the first of which bore an enormous heart completely colored in with a shrill, shocking shade of neon magenta, so thickly smeared that not one white speck of paper showed from beneath. It was a horrendous color. It was the lipstick the slut wore to her prom, it was the strawberry scented paste used to glue valentines together; it was antibiotics that had gone sour; it was the color of embarrassment.
In purple calligraphy ink in the center of the heart was his name. Each of the letters etched fifty times over again until the paper couldn't hold underneath them. When the page was flipped over, you could see the imprint of the name, backwards, on the other side.
Attempting to remove this less than convenient blemish, the opposite side had been smothered with 100s of frilly copies of the same flower, only slightly different in size. The pages of the notebook weren't any less despicable. They were pregnant with pansies and posies in princessy pink. Here and there his name was scribbled in different styles of writing. Fancy loopy signatures, and obnoxious elementary pillow letters in every shade of pink you could hope to see.
Bubblegum pink and sweetpea pink and nail polish pink and pepto bismol pink and carnation pink and bunny nose pink and sunburn pink and rose pink and yogurt pink and hot pink and cool pink. Then the next pafe was hosed down with every shade of red you could dare to dream of. Scarlet red and rose red and bloody red and american flag red and well, you get the idea. It was enough to make your head spin with confusion. But in all this, you could see a young girl's foolish heart; her fantasies that might never come true. Her whole life was based upon this one boy she devoted herself to. Her hopeless crush that would never extend beyond notebook pages so soaked in ink they were permanantly curled up.
This girl was obsessed. I was obsessed. That notebook was the most efficient mirror I had ever looked into. I wanted to smack my head and knock whatever sense I still could back into my brain. Instead, I leaned lazily over the side of the bed and vomited pink.
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The nasty loveness will continue in due time...