Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they all belong to Stephenie Meyer
Author's Note: So this is my first fanfic. I have no idea where I'm going to take this so bare with me. I hope it's alright because I seriously don't have the patience to read through this over and over. Let's just hope it's coherent.
A Night Well-Wasted
Chapter 1: Surprise!
BEEP! An impatient driver honked behind me, obviously infuriated by my so-called slow pace. In fact I was driving right on the speed limit, if not a little over but it wasn't fast enough for this man as I saw out of my rear-view mirror his mouth moving rapidly, most probably producing a whole string of profanities that I was quite content with not hearing.
I was a cautious driver, obliging to all traffic rules including the speed limits and I had my fair share of enraged drivers piling up behind me. It didn't bother me so much anymore; maybe because I've become used to the constant beeping that seems to follow me wherever I drive. I finally turned into my street, much to the satisfaction of the driver behind me. I couldn't help but smirk as I heard his car screeching away, finally free from following my 'slow' pace. I turned into the driveway of my modern, sandstone apartment block, waiting for the steel gates to open at the beep of my card. I drove into my designated parking spot to see the empty spot adjacent. I sighed, remembering that Alice, my room mate and best friend for now 11 years would be over at the place of her fiancée, Jasper.
Their's, was a whirlwind romance. From the very moment they met on the university orientation day, Jasper swept Alice of her tiny, balletic feet. He was the perfect guy for her, completely besotted with the pixie-like girl with cropped, jet-black hair and boundless energy. She was really pretty and many guys fancied her, but none like Jasper whose eyes seemed to look right into her soul every time (and that's almost all the time) he laid eyes on her. I never thought that Alice would be able to find somewhere who could compliment her childlike behaviours and crazy fetishes but I couldn't be more happy for her and Jasper. However, this recent development in their relationship meant that Alice was busy as ever, and every persistent that I follow her around to every single cake shop, potential venue and the worst of all, wedding dress shopping so she could prepare for her big day which was less than a month away. Our apartment was currently playing host to thousands of brochures, magazine cut-outs and receipts that were scattered around on every surface.
I was more than happy to help Alice out in her endeavours as her trusty maid-of-honour but even when Alice wasn't this into the whole perfection thing, it gets tiring spending hours and hours every single day shopping with her. Knowing that I had the night all to myself was sweet music to my ears. I was in desperate need to just eat take-out straight from the cartons they came in, in front of the television with my favourite movies until I tired and fell asleep on the couch. Call me a couch potato, but this was my version of a night well spent.
As I reclined in the soft, comfortable sofa, blankets and pillows around me and a steaming container of Mr Chu's chicken fried rice, the phone rang. I sighed, heaving myself out of the comfort and running to the wall phone near the kitchen.
"Hey!" I said with fake-cheer, thinking it was probably Alice.
"Um…hey. I…um…might have got the wrong number. Is Bella Swan there?" a husky voice replied.
A 10-second silence followed as I found myself realising where I had heard that voice before.
"Jacob?" I almost whispered into the receiver.
"Bella! Hey! Ohmigosh, I'm so glad I found you. I've been going all out asking your dad for your number and you know how he still hates for me…um…you know…last time. But he finally obliged. But then it was the wrong number, or maybe I wrote it down wrong and I didn't want to hassle your dad again. He did tell me where you worked so I called them up but they said you had already left for home…" I heard him rant without actually hearing any of the words. I hadn't seen Jacob in years and I had really hoped it would've stayed that way but here he was going all out to talk to me. You see, Jacob and I had a history. We were one of those couples who were on-and-off but would always still remain a couple. That was until I found him horizontal, on the couch with my arch-enemy Lauren Murphy. There was only a month left of university then and so it was easy to avoid him until it ended and I completely detached myself from him forever when I moved to Sydney.
There was a silence on the phone and I guessed that Jacob had finished his spiel.
"So…um…you still living in Melbourne?" I asked, knowing this would spark another long speech. These were the times when it was good Alice decided to buy a phone with a really long cord meaning I could sit back on the couch and eat my dinner while 'listening' to Jacob.
I caught glimpses of his conversation but I was really not in the mood for his childish banter. So I turned down the volume of the TV and switched the subtitles on.
But I was soon interrupted by a knock on the door. I sighed, once again putting the movie on hold and setting down my food to answer the persistent knocking. I let the still-talking Jacob that I needed a minute but he obviously didn't hear me because his speech never faltered when I spoke. I saw Alice's keys on the bench so I figured it was probably Alice at the door so I opened the door without looking at who was there and walked away. But when I didn't hear the sound of heels on the floorboards, I knew that it wasn't Alice. Quite cautiously I turned around and saw Jacob, in all his tall, musky glamour standing on my doorstep.