Have decided I don't have the attention span to right a full story so I'm going to try my hand at a one-shot, I might try a sequel or make it a two-shot if this goes well.
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EPOV
I could almost hear my muscles protesting as I ran aimlessly through the deserted streets of Forks, Washington. The rain lashed against my face, making it hard for me to see through the curtain of wet droplets.
I didn't know why I was running, I just knew that if I stopped I would almost certainly fall apart and turning back would mean facing my family.
The last thing I had wanted to do was disappoint them. I already knew what I had done – what I had being doing for months – was wrong, I just couldn't stop. That's what always happens.
I didn't need to see my families disappointment to know that I was stupid and selfish.
The rain proceeded to get heavier and my bodies protests became to much. I stopped running, and, for the first time since leaving my secluded house, I took in my surroundings.
I was standing by the gates of Forks only play park, to say it was neglected would be an understatement, the swings were rusty and made the most horrific sound if the were pushed to hard. The decrypt play frame was on it's last legs, the paint was peeling and the structure swayed in rhythm with the harsh wind.
The only people that stepped foot inside the park were the young teenagers of Forks who were to young to get high like the older teens and too old to sit at home watching cartoons. Instead they decided to hang out at an ancient park pretending that they were gangsters.
This is why I was surprised to see Isabella Swan, Forks resident queen bee.
She was the girl that all the boys wanted to date and all the girls wanted to be. Personally, I didn't have much time for her, there was no denying the was the hottest thing to ever grace the halls of Forks High and I wouldn't pass up a chance to...you know but she was the sort of girl who would throw a fit if she broke a nail or her hair frizzed. I didn't have the patience for girls like that.
She was sitting on the merry-go-round that was being pushed at a snails pace by the wind, it was making a pitiful groan in protest to the movement. Isabella – or Bella as the 'it' crowd called her – was sitting with her back to me, a wet, navy, t-shirt plastered to her slim body. I couldn't see her face but I knew it was her due to her highly distinguishable hair. Usually her shiny mahogany hair cascaded down to her lower back in luxurious waves. But now it was plastered to her skinny frame in wet waves reaching her hips. The play thing continued to circle at an irritatingly slow pace. I wanted to see Isabella's face, I wanted to see her red, plump lips that made boys go crazy. I wanted to see her deep, bottomless, chocolate brown orbs. I wanted to see her perfectly sculpted face, covered by her almost transparent skin.
It was wrong to say that I didn't have much time for her, I wouldn't mind if she was the most stuck- up, bratty cow on the planet. I would give anything to be able to kiss her whenever I felt like it, to be able to hold her hand just cause I wanted to feel her soft skin, I wanted to shower her with gifts and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
I had wanted to be the one boy Isabella Swan actually expressed interest in since I had realised girls didn't have cooties. But of course she was Little Miss Prom Queen and I was the jaded music prodigy that was rumoured to have 10 tattoos and a peen piercing. Couples like us only happened in Hollywood blockbusters starring Miley Montana or whatever the fuck her name is.
When her face finally came into view I was shocked.
While she was usually covered in unnecessary make-up her face was clear of any products. I was over whelmed by her beauty, while she was gorgeous with all the mascara and shit I couldn't believe anybody could be beautiful as she was right now.
Only then did I notice the purple bruise like marks under her eyes and her paler than usual complexion that made her look scarily like a vampire.
There was a part of my brain that was telling me to run before she noticed I was standing there, not to get involved in anybody else's shit when I was knee deep in my own.
But the larger part of my brain was telling me to comfort her to try and make everything right. To be her knight in shining armour.
I stood for a few moments mentally weighing the pros and cons of the options but my decision was made for me when she lifted her eyes.
They were dull and soulless but I knew she saw me.
I stood there for an immeasurable amount of time just gazing at her. I didn't know what to think of the way she was looking at me, although her expression hadn't changed something about her posture was different.
The silence was almost deafening by the time she decided to break it
"I always liked you," she began, her chocolate orbs boring into me as it she were digging through my soul although her tone of voice made it sound like she was reminiscing "your so beautiful and mysterious and you don't give a fuck what anybody thinks of you" her angel voice cracked but she smiled slightly "I was so close to asking you out so many times, I wanted to know everything about you. Everything. But they stopped me every time. Every time I was so close and they said it would ruin my reputation and you know what I really hate?" she asked while studying my face. When I didn't answer she continued "I listened to their shit, I ate it all up. I thought that if everybody thought my life was perfect then it would be." she smirked then began to stand up.
I knew I had to say something but just as I opened my mouth she began to speak again
"I'm done with it y'know? I have lots my dignity because of them. They told me to sleep with that vile Mike Newton so I did. They told me to take drugs so I did. And now guess what? My dad is a this close to throwing me out, my mum wants nothing to do with me and I don't have one person to trust" she was standing right in front of me know with only the fence separating us, I could feel her cold breath fanning across my face. It smelt like toothpaste and vodka.
"I'm sorry...." I offered weakly.
Isabella laughed humourlessly, then reached up and stroked my ice cold cheek with her equally cold hand
"So perfect..." she murmured under her breath before she turned away and danced over to the swings.
She sat down on the shabbiest one before beckoning me with her index finger.
I followed her request but it fucking scared me when I realised I would probably cut of little Edward if she asked me to.
I walked to the swing in a trance then slumped down on the one closest to her.
We sat in silence for a few moments then Bella burst into hysterical giggles, I had a feeling that it was once of those laughing fits that could quite easily turn into a full blown crying session.
When she had calmed herself down enough to talk she turned to me
"I don't even like them." she said as if it had just dawned on her "Jessica it a two faced hoe. Lauren is quite possibly the biggest cow in the whole of Washington state. Tyler is a complete skeeze bag. Eric is such a pervert I wouldn't be surprised if he raped somebody before we graduated and Mike, well he is just a creep." I watched as her eyes became wet and tears spilled down her perfect face.
I wrapped my arms around her, something I had often dreamt doing. She sobbed quietly in my arms while the rain blanketed us in wet.
I knew I had to say something to help, she had just spilled her guts to me and I just stood there like a douche the whole time to amazed that Isabella Swan was talking to me to even think of offering her any kind of help
"I'm high most of the time now, I skip school more than I actually go and my whole family hates me" I blurted out, I was surprised for a few seconds until I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders. It felt good to get it all out in the open.
"I keep telling myself I can stop but every time I try I can't think straight and it hurts, it hurts so bad. I'm to busy trying to get my next fix to even consider that I might be ruining my future by not going to school and that I might be hurting my family by doing this to myself" I stopped when I noticed that Bella had stopped crying and was studying my face.
I stared into her brown eyes, committing them to memory, they were so beautiful but they held so much pain and hurt. I felt an overpowering urge to protect her, to stop whatever hurt she was feeling.
I felt Bella becoming closer to me a few moments before I realised that her lips were millimetres away from my own. Without even registering what the implications of this kiss may be I closed the gap between our lips in one swift movement.
Her lips tasted like heaven and the kiss was everything those damn chick-flicks Alice and Rose made me watch made out it would be.
Her lips were soft against my own and they warmed my whole body. It was soft and tender and we made no move to deepen it.
That kiss held the essence of both our beings; broken, fucked up teenagers lost in an ocean and grabbing for something – anything - to save them.
It just so happened we had both grabbed onto something just as lost as ourselves but god damnit I was not letting her go for anything.
We pulled away from the kiss, our breathing jagged.
"That was even better than I imagined it" I blurted out, unthinkingly
Bella turned to look at me, a ghost of a smirk on her gorgeous, red lips. I felt myself blush, something I rarely do.
Bella just stared at me then cupped her hand on my face. I felt electricity pulse through my body from her simple touch.
"I'm Bella Swan and I'm going to make you better no matter what" she said with conviction.
Although the words had not been spoken I knew that this meant forever. Not matter how bad thing got we were always going to be each others life jackets
"I'm Edward Cullen and I'm going to be your junkie in shining armour" I replied.
So what do you think??
I'm actually quite pleased with this and am going to make this a two-shot.
Next part is going to be up before then end of the night
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