Okay i know that i'm updating quickly, it's just that i wanna be up to speed with what i have on twilighted... anyway here's ch.2
main song for this chap. is 'Moving On' by: Mya
thanks for reading :)
Moving On
I got back home a little after 9:00 p.m. and Rose was home, the bathroom light was on so I could only assume that she was going out, you know since she had a life and I didn't want one.
"Hey Rose, I'm back," I called out to her.
"Hey missy! We need to talk! Like NOW!" she yelled back. Uh-oh. Was I in trouble for something? Wait but what did I do? I thought.
I peeked into her bathroom, "What's up?"
"You know, you could've at least warned me that your Edward was going to be here when I got home. I almost had to call the manager on him because he SWORE he needed to talk to someone, and since I don't really know him I told him to try some of his friends," she finished.
"Look, Rose . . . I didn't really think that he'd be here by the time you got home, plus I figured that he doesn't know you so he wouldn't even try to bother you. I'm SO sorry hon. I really am," I groveled.
"Well when I got home, he thought you were with me… he doesn't know about your new baby does he?" she asked, and the curiosity was more than obvious on her face.
"Why the hell should he have to know about my new car? He is no concern of mine and I should be no concern of his," I answered with confidence while slowly feeling the anger rising in me.
"So, do you think that he's having problems with the new girl? Or do you think that he's just looking for a reason to look for you?" she asked, almost as if she was looking into my mind and asking the questions that I had.
"Well, I really don't know and don't care. I mean, he didn't think twice to break my heart and dump me on the side of the road, did he? Now I'm the one who couldn't give a rat's ass about what's going on with him. I mean, you know what they say about karma . . ." I finally finished my speech.
"Wait a minute. I finally see it. You don't love him anymore! WOW, after months of wondering, I finally see it along with a new attitude… you know what this means right? You're ready to start looking!" she finished with the gleam in her eyes more than obvious.
"Okay, only you and Alice can see through me like that. I really feel bad about being evil to him, but I don't want him to think that what he did to me was okay and that it would be okay to do to someone else. I realized that I don't hate him, but I've also realized that doing everything I do has helped me to get over what happened to me. I mean, I knew that we were drifting apart when we were together, I just didn't wanna see it and face the music. His mom really helped me figure out my feelings. Oh, speaking of his mom . . . um . . . she's coming down Valentine's Day weekend to hang out." I finished the last words waiting for the monsoon to begin at any given moment.
"That's cool! Do you think that I can hang out with you guys and make it an all girls weekend? I don't have a steady boyfriend right now and I don't want to spend it with just any shmoo," she replied. Wait what? She wants to hang out with us? What happened to getting back on the ol' horse?
"Yeah, that'd be great! I'll buy popcorn and goodies and we can all go together to the movie place to rent a couple of flicks," I replied. I was beaming! My roommate wanted to hang out with me. Not only that, but she didn't want to force me to do something that I wasn't ready to do.
"Alright. Well, go shower before I force you to come out with me tonight!" she teased me.
"Don't worry, I'm on my way!" I screamed on my way up the stairs to my area.
After coming out of the shower, I assessed myself in the mirror; I tended to do this a lot lately, trying to figure out what I didn't have or how I wasn't even slightly pretty. Even though my mom had named me Isabella, I definitely was not Italian. I looked like I was half albino because I lived near the beach and was pale to the max! I also have big chocolate brown eyes, full lips, and of course, my dad's wavy dark brown hair. I mean, don't get me wrong. When it comes to my physical features, I'm not ugly. I mean, I have curves, not the ridiculous kind. I had the right amount of meat in the right places so I mean, that ought to attract people of the opposite sex from time to time, no?
I remember almost wanting to hate my parents when I was younger because of the big mistake I thought they had made when they made me and my brother Emmett. They had always been good looking. I mean, think about it - a girl with a weird last name like Swan (I mean really? What kind of last name is that?). Anyway, I had totally unnaturally ordinary brown eyes, regular brown hair, almost albino skin, and an unremarkable body. Then in middle school, as if life wasn't bad enough as it was, just add on some braces in 8th grade . . . yeah a class 'A' nerd. I now began to remember a boy I had a crush on, Tony. He was Italian and had the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen. Unfortunately, he, like every other boy in my school, would rather date the girls who were blossoming like roses in the spring as opposed to my awkward and ungraceful changing. Needless to say that I didn't have my very first boyfriend, Jacob, until my senior year of high school. How pathetic, I thought to myself.
Okay, so let's fast forward to when I met Edward. It was the second semester of college. I, of course, had come out of my shell just a tiny bit by that point. I mean, I would talk to guys and had friends, but I also was messing around in school and not really paying attention. I was becoming a social butterfly without really having developed a sense of style. Anyway, a bunch of my new college friends had invited me to this party out in the boons. Apparently one of them thought that I had a thing for him and so he was going to try and hit on me that night. His plans were thwarted by the man who stood in front of me and was actually making me laugh. Me, who almost never let my guard down and never looked as eased as I looked at that moment. After that night, it had been all about Edward; the guy who did all the right things at the right time.
We had a long distance relationship for a year before he asked me to move in with him. He was attending Long Beach State and he wouldn't be done for another couple of years and he was pretty sure that he didn't wanna go home after finishing school. To be honest, the thought of moving away from a small town sounded great to me while sounding totally terrifying. Everything had been amazing when we lived apart. We would have romantic weekend getaways and I would get all these great surprise gifts in the mail, and then we moved in together and everything changed. We both worked and studied, and of course didn't have as much time to hang out and be romantic. Then slowly but surely, we began drifting apart and, of course, he blamed it on my studying habits and my erratic work hours.
I suddenly heard a soft knock on my door. "Hey Bells, it's me, are you ready to go yet?" Rose asked in her most innocent voice.
"What? Go out where? I thought I was staying home while you went out?" I finished. Why is she doing this to me? I thought.
"Look, I figured you have a new attitude, I got some clothes that actually compliment your figure, not like the crappy clothes that you wear, so that you may actually meet someone that's worth your time and . . . I found out who his girlfriend is and it just so happens that her sorority is throwing a huge bash tonight. Please do this for me . . ." she begged. Funny how quickly I figured out who she was talking about.
"Rose, I don't wanna cause anyone any trouble. Please don't make me do this . . . plus I haven't spoken to Alice in forever and she's gonna kill me if I don't call her soon." I made yet another excuse.
"Alice isn't gonna trip off of it because she already knows. I called her and we chatted for a while and I told her my plan." She sounded happy. The big mistake I made… bringing Alice over and making those two friends.
"Fine. But I'm not doing anything I don't want to, okay? This means no forcing drinks on me and especially no forcing guys on me. OKAY?" I sounded confident again.
She sighed, "Okay, I guess I'll just have to suffer by entertaining cuties . . ."
