Gone Too Soon

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight nor will I ever be talented enough to own Michael Jackson. :P All belongs to their respected owners, and this was all made for fun.

Author's Note: First of all, this story is not meant to be taken seriously. I am perfectly aware that famous pop icons playing a huge part in the Twilight world is far-fetched, but I somehow felt the need to write this. All characters are slightly OCC. Like I said, this was made for fun. Secondly, it's my first fanfic ever so... take it easy. ;) And lastly, RIP Michael Jackson.


Bella's POV-

Never, in the entirety of my existence, had I ever noticed how overrated summer was.

As I strolled through the brightly lit corridors of the main house in a dragging human pace, rays of sunshine filtered through the glass wall, casting everything it touched in an unusual golden glow. The view of the vast region behind the house looked even more spectacular now that it was temporarily relieved of gloomy weather. In the distance, cars all across town roared to life, accompanied by enthusiastic voices. It was the closest resemblance to Phoenix that Forks has ever achieved…yet its beauty seemed to have no effect on me whatsoever.

Sighing, I turned around, retraced my steps, and ended up once again walking aimlessly down the stairs. All was calm as I entered the great family living room, but that was because everyone except Edward and I had gone hunting for the thousandth time this week. Speaking of which...

I spotted him lying horizontal across the pale leather sofa, wearing a white collared shirt and beige pants. He stared straight into the TV screen, a complete statue except for his out-stretched arm, which quivered on the remote control. His eyes continually flashed from the television's reflection as he flipped through a hundred channels per second. Finally, he settled for a local news channel and withdrew his arm to relax against the seat, practically blending into it.

"Bored?" I leaned over to whisper in his ear. He jumped the slightest bit and I couldn't suppress a chuckle.

"Sorry, I'm not used to you sneaking up on me like that." Edward muttered, not looking up from the screen. He straightened up and I took a seat next to him, nudging him playfully in the side.

"Is eternity usually this tedious?" I asked, letting out a dramatic yawn. "You could have warned me."

Edward stiffened and turned to me with an expression so astonished, it was comical.

"Of course, what is eternal damnation next to the lack of entertainment?" he replied sarcastically. Yet, I could sense a hint of genuine hurt and panic in his voice. This amused me further, for some reason.

I laughed and raised my hands as if to ward him off. "Relax, Edward. It was a joke." He growled and put his head down, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. It was a habit, I noticed. Something Edward did in times of emotional stress. Judging from his state, it was no time for fooling around. But the grin just wouldn't wipe off my face.

Then, he murmured, "I swear, when the time comes, you'll get sick of immortality. You'll get sick of me."

My mood softened at his words and I felt immediately guilty. Randomly, I wondered whether I'd become sadistic in a couple of decades. Unable to find anything appropriate to say, I reached out and kissed the palm of his hand. He looked up at me.

"Never." I declared in a confident voice. "Forgive me for being so insensitive. I just wanted something to do."

"Forgive me for being so edgy." Edward laughed and smiled for the first time. Even now, it still took my breath away. Circling his arms around me, he rested my head against his shoulder and we leaned against each other, perfectly at ease. I tried to focus my attention to the news, although I was watching with only minimal interest.

Coming up next is our weather report for this weekend...some light showers in the Port Angeles area, but overall we're looking forward to some real sunshine...tomorrow, we will have full coverage of Farrah Fawcett and her deadly battle with cancer...breaking news: this just in...we have received confirmation that King of Pop Michael Jackson, who was rushed to the hospital this morning, has now died from cardiac arrest at the age of 50...we're taking you live to the UCLA Medical Center...

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing." I answered, but my voice seemed far away. What was that I just heard? It felt like an icy path of morphine was slipping through my body, numbing my senses, breaking a connection with reality I have long fought to keep. It wasn't until a single image flashed across the screen that I was on the verge of losing it. A very audible gasp escaped my lips. There, in the picture, was a man on a stretcher surrounded by medical equipment. Despite the frantic scene around him, his expression looked oddly peaceful. Even stranger, a childlike aura seemed to leap out of the image in the form of a face with a nose too narrow and skin unnaturally pale...

"Bella?"

I looked up to find myself alone on the sofa, leaning forward like Charlie when he is deeply engrossed in a baseball game. Edward had left and I hadn't even noticed. He stood on the other side of the room with the remote back in his hand. The TV was turned off.

Well, that's it for now. I hope it wasn't too boring. The next chapter will probably be better. :) Let me know what you think in a review. I know where this story is going so the next chapter won't take that long to be up. Then again, I have school so my priorities aren't focused on this fanfic. But it will get done! All constructive critisism is welcome.