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Alright peoples, I got a total of 2 reviews, woot, lol. So no one has told me to get a life or that I suck or that I should never write again, haha, so I guess I'll keep on truckin'. Yeah, I'm a dork, I know. I guess I'll put up an actual chapter now…. Dudes, excuse my language, it'll get harsh in various, various, VARIOUS and unlikely places -cheesy smile- but it's how I talk so… ;D OH, and by the way, it's all in Bella's point of view…unless requested…just saying…
Disclaimer: Twilight = not mine.
"Damn it!" I mutter as I watch the glop of ketchup splatter on the floor. Leave it to me…. I grab a napkin and wipe up the mess before going back to my veggie burger. I bring my lunch to my lips but before my rumbling stomach can get a bite, there is a knock at the door. I groan but ignore it for a minute, taking the bite anyway. I half run to the door and swing it open so harshly that I almost remove my own arm in the process. I glower at my guest.
"Did you hear?" He asks excitedly, pushing past me and flopping onto the couch. I close the door without moving or turning to look at him.
"Hear what!?" I groan. He scratches his blonde hair and turns his blue eyes on me, red lips turning up.
"There are two hot new kids!" Mike shouts, fist pumping to silence. I roll my eyes.
"You came over here to tell me- NO! DON'T EAT THAT!" But it's too late, as my burger is gone and he is downing my soda. I glare at him. "You're an ass!" I march into the kitchen and microwave another veggie burger before coming back out to sit across from him. Mike Newton has been my best friend for three years now and we're pretty damn close to inseparable. He lives about three blocks away, so we see each other every day. Problematic for us both when I have my…monthly…"friend."
"Yeah, yeah," he replies dismally to my insult. "Anyways. I need your help."
"With!?" I say, knowing this isn't going to be good so I go to the kitchen to get my food. When I return he smiles big for me, showing me his pearly whites. I raise an eyebrow and take a massive bite of my sandwich.
"I need you to befriend them. Get them to like me so I can get it in-"
"Oh, God-"
"You know it'll be easy-"
"Girls don't like me, Mike!"
"Just be nice!"
"I AM NICE!" I roar, making him cross his arms over his chest and raise his eyebrows, cocking his head to the side.
"Yeah, just charming." He mutters, insulting me. I grumble incoherently and finish my burger.
"You coming to the barbecue tomorrow?"
"Yeah, of course, why?"
"Bring them," he says happily.
"WHO ARE THEY!?"
"Umm, Rosalie and Alice Cullen."
"You want both?"
"They'd be more comfortable if they had each other," he says thoughtfully, shrugging. I roll my eyes.
"Fine, I'll seek 'em out. No guarantees, though, Newton."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Swan." And with that he is off. I clean up my mess and jog up the stairs to shower for the day.
The pounding stream of water loosens my back muscles and the steam makes goosebumps rise all over. I let the water thump on my skull, effectively numbing my scalp where it hits. My hair is naturally dark brown and falls down to my waist in curls that are completely unmanageable, untamable, and believe me, I've tried. The water turns my hair black and makes it silky and straight. I love it when it is sopping wet, it just feels so soft then. That's what he said, I internally comment, making myself crack up. I finish scrubbing and hop out, quickly drying and dressing. When I get out of the bathroom Charlie is home.
"Hey, dad, how was work?" I ask, walking past him in the kitchen to get a water from the fridge.
"It was fine. How was your first day of summer vacation? Miss school?" He smirks and I snort.
"Absolutely…not." I mutter, taking a swig.
"So…I hear there are a few new fellers in town…"
"Seriously, dad? Fellers?" I crack on his term, avoiding looking at him and talking to him about…"fellers."
"Yeah, I'm cool, I'm hip…fellers, players…playa-hatas…-"
"Oh, God," I mutter, placing my face in my right hand as I lean against the counter. Where is he going with this?
"Well, anyways, Bells, they're supposed to be pretty handsome…"
"Yeah, so?" I say, feeling the blush raging across my cheeks.
"Yeah, so, I want you to…you know…be careful…" He says sheepishly, shuffling his feet.
"Dad-"
"I'm serious, Bells, I don't know about your love life or sex life or if you've ever knocked boots or-"
"Knocked boots? Really?" By now I just need to joke myself out of this one…don't know how, though, seeing as to my face being on fire and all…
"My point is, Bella," he says firmly, ignoring my comment, "just because they're the new, shiny playthings doesn't mean you won't get hurt. I want you to be on guard, okay?"
"Dad-"
"Yes or no, Isabella," he says firmly, but still not looking at me.
"Yes, dad, yes, okay, yeah, sure, I'll be so on guard it'll be like I'm Zorro or something," I giggle. He chuckles and shakes his head saying something sounding like "I don't know how they stand it," as he walks away. I take another swig from the bottle of water and twist the cap back on, putting it in the fridge and finally hearing the rain outside. I wonder how the hell I am going to pull off befriending those girls Mike wants…. I glance out the kitchen window seeing the torrential downpour and hear the loud claps of the audience called Thunder. I almost break my neck doing a double-take. I strain my neck and press my face over the sink and onto the glass, trying to see what the hell that moving blob of black by the edge of the trees is. I scream remembering The Grudge and yell out for dad...in my own way… "OH MY GOD! HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!? OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FU-"
"Bella!"
"LOOK!!" I say, jabbing at the window, almost breaking the tip of my index finger. Charlie is in motion in a second. I follow him out the door and chase him to the edge of the lawn. He doesn't hesitate and swings the figure over his shoulders and runs back to the house, leaving me standing in the rain wondering what the hell just happened. I run back to the house and dad already has the figure- it's a girl- lying on the couch and covered in blankets. She has mud everywhere and the bitchy part of me is screaming inside because I know just exactly who'll have to clean this shit up. She is shivering and shaking and dad orders for more blankets and towels and warm water and hot cocoa. Soon, the girl has her short hair wrapped in a towel on top of her head and has her shoulders shrouded in about eight different blankets and is lying on about two. Her legs are also covered, but with only two blankets. She is very pretty, flawless skin, red lips, thick eyelashes, small nose. Her hair may be brown and look black from the rain, but I'm pretty sure that it's black. She's very small, both short and thin. But she's got a nice figure, she's perfect and I bet guys are all over her. I frown a bit. I hope she isn't one of those snobby bitches and we can't be friends. I mean, I would expect us to be friends after we went out of our way to save her life and all…like, really. As I am staring at her and wondering what she's like her eyes pop open giving me a shock. This bitch is straight from a horror movie marathon! Her eyes are bright green, electrifying. They're a shade I've never in my life seen of green in the eyes. She frowns.
"Where am I?" She demands. Oh, God, she's a snotty bitch. I sigh. Here we go. She looks around, taking in the small living room. She stares at me, eyes me up and down. She frowns. "Who are you?" She demands. I open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off. "I am Mary Alice Cullen! Do you even UNDERSTAND what that means!? I will have you locked up before you can even say your damn name! And believe me you have no chance of pulling off this kidnapping! I mean, you're a girl, just like me, probably the same age and-"
"Holy shit, shut the fuck UP!" I yell. Her jaw snaps closed and she glares at me, turning the neon orbs against me. I gulp, not liking it. "Look, no one is trying to kidnap you, okay? Mary, was it? My name is Bella. Just chill out, you were passed out on the lawn…"
"Alice. Just Alice. That's what you can call me," she says softly, distractedly, as if calculating something…like whether my story is plausible or not. "Okay. Makes sense," she nods eagerly, smiling to reveal perfect, white teeth. "Bella, we are going to be best friends from this point forward…I promise!" She squeals. Please don't. Please don't promise…wait…hold on…did she just say-
"Cullen?" I ask. She nods. "You're Alice Cullen!?"
"Mhm," she says proudly, lifting her chin a little higher. Huh…this whole befriending thing might be easier than I had expected.
"Oh…okay. Well…there's cocoa over there if you'd like…um…you could take a shower and I could dry your clothes or something…"
"Ooh! A hot shower sounds great! Show me the way, Bella!" She giggles, hopping up excitedly. I raise my eyebrow. I lead her up the stairs and to the bathroom, showing her how to work the knobs on the tile wall and handing her a nice, fluffy towel. I give her my robe…the one I just washed last night…and tell her she could wear that while I dried her clothes. Without even looking, I tossed her clothes into the dryer downstairs and fix up the machine. I plop down on the couch and text Mike.
Mission accomplished. Is all I say. He immediately texts back.
WTF!?
Alice Cullen is at my house right now…
Can I come over!
No she's in the shower.
PLZ let me come over!!!!
NO! I was just telling u that I did my part.
OMG, fine whatever. See u tomorrow.
See ya.
Suddenly my dad comes in from outside. I hadn't even realized he went back out…
"She must have been driving around, looking for the Hoko beach when it started raining…her tires were shoved in a mud pile about two minutes from the beach. She left her doors unlocked and I got her purse for her…she must have tried to walk to the house but I found these-" he holds up heels about seven inches high and I cringe, thinking about walking on a flat surface with those, forget the thick mud out there…he puts them by the mat at the front door. He tosses the purse at me. "Where is she?"
"I let her use the shower, I'm drying her clothes for her while she does…"
"Oh, well, when she comes out, let her know that her purse is here."
"Will do," I nod, grabbing the remote and clicking the TV on. Almost immediately after dad leaves the room, a ringtone of Trey Songz's song "LOL :-)" where Soulja Boy sings his verse fills the confines of the room.
Kiss me through the phone
LOL Smiley Face
We can go and kick it, babe, later on at my place
She messaged me on MySpace told me she loved me
She texting my phone four-thirty in the morning
Baby I'm horning
I wanna kiss you
I can put it on ya that's not an issue
She scratching my back screaming out I'm hers
She text my phone said I need your love
I met her Monday last week at the club
One week later now she telling me that she in love
Ha!
Shawty just text me, said she wanna sex me
LOL Smiley Face
LOL Smiley Face
Shawty sent a TwitPic, saying come and get this
LOL Smiley Face
LOL Smiley Face
Go to my page and follow, if you got a body like a Coke bottle
Shawty sent a TwitPic, saying come and get this
LOL Smiley Face
LOL Smiley Face
I blink before dashing to her purse and grabbing the ridiculously hot and expensive phone. It is like an iPhone only…squarer. The caller-ID says Rose. I think of picking it up but go against myself- it'd be too weird. I place the phone on the table and go back to the couch. The phone rings about seven more times in the next five minutes. I am now taking deep breaths and close to crying. Silence has taken form now…
Kiss me through the phone
LOL Smiley Face
We can go and kick it, babe, later on at my place
She messaged me on MySpace told me she loved me
She texting my phone four-thirty in the morning
Baby I'm horning
I wanna kiss you
I can put it on ya that's not an issue
She scratching my back screaming out I'm hers
She text my phone said I need your love
I met her Monday last week at the club
One week later now she telling me she in love
Ha!
Shawty just text me, said she wanna sex me
LOL Smiley Face
LOL Smiley Face
Shawty sent a TwitPic, saying come and get this
LOL Smiley Face
LOL Smiley Face
Go to my page and follow, if you got a body like a Coke bottle
Shawty sent a TwitPic, saying come and get this
LOL Smiley Face
LOL Smiley Face
GAH! I walk over as the ringtone ends. I stare at the phone and sure enough, for the tenth time it rings. I snatch it and hit answer.
"WHAT!?" I snap…then I realize that this isn't my phone…
"Um…" A silky voice replies hesitantly, and i could tell he just checked to make sure he called the right person from the short pause.
"I'm sorry. Alice is in the shower…can I take a message?" I say guiltily.
"Oh, my God, my sister is gay!" He whispers. "WHY DIDN'T SHE TELL ME!?"
"Dude…"
"WHY!? I'm NOT judge-y! I wouldn't judge her-"
"Dude, seriously? She's not gay…or at least I don't think so…she was, like, dying on my lawn so I took her in. My name is Bella…"
"Bella…" He repeats. His cool, silky voice saying my name sends shivers down my spine. "My name is Edward, Bella."
"Uh…"
"Where do you live?"
"What? Why?"
"So I can get my sister?"
"Oh, right…um…146 River Road…" I mumble, embarrassed and feeling the blush spread through my face.
"Okay, thanks. I'll be there as soon as I can…tell her I said so, okay?"
"Will do."
"Alright then-" I hang up before I can hear him tell me goodbye. Dear God, please let him be ugly because if I'm already falling over his voice…good GOD! I place the phone down gently and go back to watching TV, but I cannot focus. My mind is stuck on the boy that is driving his way to my house…Oh, God, he's coming here…he's gonna see me like this…I look down at my light denim skinny jeans and black tank top. Ah, he'll be alright, I don't feel like moving. I hear the water turn off upstairs and I go check on Alice's clothes. Oh, look, they're done! I grab them and haul ass up the stairs, trying to save my robe. I pound on the door as hard as I can.
"ALICE! DON'T WEAR THE ROBE!" I yell. She opens the door, wrapped in her towel and scowling.
"Here," I say, smiling. She laughs and rolls her eyes, taking the clothes. I turn on my heel and head downstairs. That's when I hear the doorbell ring. Okay, okay, okay, calm down, Bella, it's all good. He's just a guy. Just a guy. Right. Just a guy with the voice of a fucking Greek god. Holy shit. I clench my eyes tight, wishing hard that he's not cute, before opening the door to reveal the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. I gasp quietly but manage to move aside, gesturing to the rest of the house.
"I'm Edward," he says and my knees go weak. His voice is even softer in person. His hair is a shock of disarrayed rusty brown spikes, tussled carelessly around his pale head. His lips are perfect for a guy- full but not too full…just…perfect. I sigh internally. They are pink buds on his strong jaw. His nose is perfectly straight and his eyelashes are insanely thick. I look at his high cheekbones before darting my eyes up to see his. They are replicas of Alice's eyes only his are…deeper? Is that the word I want? Soulful? Yearning? I don't even know how to describe them, damn! He is about a head and a half taller than I am and his body is lean and slim. His grey t-shirt is spotted with a bunch of dark circles from the rain and his dark denim jeans are swung low on his hips. I clench my jaw. I look back and realize he is eyeing my own body just as intensely. Alice comes barreling down the stairs.
"Oh, my gosh! Edward, this is Bella, my new best friend, Bella, this is my brother, Edward. Now that you two have met…we should go out tomorrow night!"
"Go out where?" I ask lamely. She stares at me like I am stupid for a second.
"This is our first day here and you're asking us where we should go for some fun?" She asks incredulously. I shrug and she huffs, plopping down on the couch. "Now what do we do?" She whines. I raise an eyebrow at Edward who just shrugs.
"What do you wanna do, Alice?" I ask.
"Well…" She places her tongue on the ccorner of her top parted lip and her eyes look at the ceiling from the corner. "Jasper Hale, Edward's best friend, wanted to see a movie with me and-"
"No." Edward cuts her off.
"Edward!" Alice whines.
"No."
"PLEASE!"
"Alice, this isn't the time or place. Get your things. Thank you so much, Bella. Here…let me give you my phone number?" What the hell? A ten dollar bill would be nice, too, jackass.
"Uh…"
"Or better yet…give me yours?" He asks, raising his eyebrows and grinning like an arrogant fool…a very sexy arrogant fool, but an arrogant fool nonetheless.
"Um. No, it's fine," I mumble. "Anyways. I guess I'll just see you guys around, then?" I say sweetly. Edward looks at me incredulously, like I've violated the biggest rule of all time. But I shrug it off, showing them the door. Once they're gone I place a hand over my pounding heart. Being "careful" might not be as easy as I had wanted it to be….
Okay, there's the first actual chapter. I don't have a beta or anything…so, excuse the mistakes. It's weird, I know…. Any thoughts or comments…just…review. Tell me what you think, if you want to see a lot of banter between Edward and Bella, if you want Rose and Bella to get along, ANYTHING. Remember, I have NO PLOT so any and all suggestions are welcome…especially since I only have two reviewers so obviously any suggestions posted would be easy to check out and consider. If this isn't what you felt like reading, well, it isn't really what I thought I'd be writing… I don't ever do fanfic, this is my first one. I do a lot of original writing, and not to sound cocky, but even I know my original crap is better than the crap copy this is. But whatever. Oh, and just, FYI, there IS a Hoko River, it's by Forks or at least around there...somewhere...and there IS a River Road but I don't know if they're by each other in real life or any of that jazz. Let's just pretend it is, okay, lol? Soooooo go do like DJ Wallah and...Hit it (the button) to the beat!!!
~CRAYOLA 0-0