A/N:hello my sweet lovelies...
NOTE:
'When Angela is writing the story herself'
'''''' change from being Angela's writing to being a story itself
Time pass is:
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When she was just a girl…
She expected the world…
But it flew away from her reach…
So she ran away in her sleep…
She dreamt of para-para-paradise…
Every time she closed her eyes…
''
Disclaimer: I neither own the characters nor do I own the idea nor do I own the lyrics used in the story… Shame on me!
Angela's Paradise: When The Line Disappears
When she was just a girl…
She expected the world…
But it flew away from her reach…
So she ran away in her sleep…
She dreamt of para-para-paradise…
Every time she closed her eyes…
''
Angela was just arriving in school when she spotted her friends looking at a particular part of the parking lot. She parked her car and joined her friends in watching whatever was being watched.
"What's going on?" she asked her friends, looking at Edward Cullen and Jacob Black talking at the other side of the parking lot.
The two boys looked tensed, almost like they were about to attack each other. Angela snapped a few photos of the exchanged. She'd look at them better when she got home.
"Black doesn't look to happy to see Cullen back," Mike said. He too wasn't happy about the return of Edward Cullen. He'd been hoping Bella would finally consider going out with him now that Cullen was gone. But he had had no such luck, Cullen had returned, and he once again had Bella's undivided attention.
"I knew she was just using us to make up for her loneliness," Jessica said bitterly. She just wanted Edward Cullen for herself, nothing more to it.
"At least she'll be happy again," Angela said, letting her camera dangle from a leather cord around her neck. She was happy for Bella, but she was sad too. She knew that Edward's return wasn't a good thing... Not for Jacob anyway.
"Whatever. Bella's just… needy." Angela rolled her eyes. Jessica just needed someone to make her happy...
"Of course Jessica. Whatever you say." Angela snapped a few more pictures – without holding up her camera – and she hoped they were good enough to keep.
The group silently watched as Jacob Black got onto his bike and Bella got on behind, wrapping her arms around Jacob's waist. Angela saw how Edward looked at Jacob, she wasn't sure what it was yet, but she didn't mind, she knew what she'd make it.
The bell rang for morning registration and everyone made their way to their classrooms for registration. Angela made her way to her own classroom and sat down at her corner table where she liked to sit when wanting to work on her stories or if she wanted to just observe. Today she wanted to do both, but she mostly wanted to start on her story while the inspiration was still there.
Angela looked around her classroom. Edward was in the same homeroom as her so he was in there too. He was sitting at the other back corner table, doing his usual brooding supermodel look. He was quiet as usual, probably thinking about what had taken place that morning. Angela wished she knew what it was, but she respected people's privacy, so she wouldn't pry.
Everyone else in the class was making a ruckus, which was expected really, even though it was Monday morning. Some of the students were sitting on their desks, others playing music or dancing or talking really loudly.
Angela put her camera on her desk and pulled out her journal from her bag. She opened to the first page, looking at it for a while. She picked up her pen and chewed on it for a moment before something finally came to her…
'Forbidden Love by Angela Weber'
Angela looked at the title for a long moment. No… 'Forbidden Love' was too over used when it came to the topic she wanted to write about.
She scratched it out and instead wrote: 'When the Line Vanishes'. She smiled to herself then turned the page and went to a clean one. She sighed and began to write the first thing that popped into her head.
'What does one do when they fall for the enemy?
'How do they explain such 'traitorisim' to their family?
'How do they explain the betrayal?
'How do they explain the pain they cause?
'They don't… they can't…
'Can they really explain their love?
'Why they love?
'No...
'Would it really be their fault that they fell in love?
'Would it be the family's fault that they lacked support for the forbidden relationship?
'No.
'This cannot be anyone but Fates fault really…
'Fate…
'Some call her wonderful, others call her twisted
'But where is the line that separates the wonderfulness and the twistedness of Fate?
'Is it really there at all?
'Or is it just invisible, just there to keep two worlds apart…
'To keep two lovers away from each other...
'There to separate… not integrate?
'Is Fate really wonderful?
'Is Fate really twisted?
'Or is she both…
'Does she ignore the line that people create to seperate, to segregrate?
'Does she merge her wonderfulness and her twistedness and make them one?
'Is Fate really just a wonderful twisted thing with no line at all?
'I guess we never know…
'Nobody knows…
'Neither me…
'Nor you…
'Nor the lovers of the tale…'
Angela looked at her little opening number thoughtfully. Was it good enough? Was she satisfied with it?
After a few more minutes of reading over it Angela figured she couldn't make it any better, so she kept it as it was. She was about to turn to a new page when the bell rang for her first lesson. Angela packed her back and walked out the classroom to her first lesson.
''
When she was just a girl…
She expected the world…
But it flew away from her reach…
So she ran away in her sleep…
She dreamt of para-para-paradise…
Every time she closed her eyes…
''
Finally, after three gruesome lessons, it was finally free period. Angela sighed relieved as the bell rang. She walked out the chemistry class and made her way to the small school library to begin her great novel.
Angela walked into the library and was surprised to find Edward sitting at one of the tables in the library. He looked busy on something – most probably the stupid poetry project for English.
Angela walked past Edward, smiling at him kindly when he looked up. She passed him and went right to the corner, where there was a small couch there. Angela sat down on the sunken couch and she put her bag and camera down. She pulled out her 'journal' and pen.
Angela got comfortable on the couch then opened the journal to a new page. She looked around the practiculally empty library and thought of an opening line. She looked at the table Edward was sitting at, to his family had joined him and they too were working on something or another.
Angela cocked her head to the side as she watched them work silently. They were really a fascinating bunch. So damn perfect!
Angela sighed and looked down at the blank page. She smiled to herself slightly, mentally patting herself on the back for having hung out with Bella and Jacob during Bella's depression, coz now she had quite a bit of information on Jacob.
"Alrighty then…" she said in a whisper. "Let's get started…" Angela cleared her throat and got as comfortable as she could on the couch.
'One of them was just an ordinary boy when they met...
''''''
Jacob kicked the flowers angrily. He wanted this stupid spring thing to end already. He didn't get why everything else had to be so fine and dandy when he was suffering inside.
Today marked the fifth year anniversary of his mother's death. He didn't want to have to think about it, but he did think about it. He remembered it like it only just happened. He can still remember the look on his father's face when the police came to their house in the middle of the night to tell him about his mother's death. It was horrible.
The funeral was a blur to Jacob, he doesn't remember much. All he knows is that Rachel and Rebecca never left his side. His dad didn't speak much to anyone for a whole month, thank goodness Charlie had been there to help, else Billy might've never lived through the pain of his wife dying.
It had been a bad year. His family had had to adjust to the life without their mother and wife. They knew they'd get through this, they had a lot of friends to support them, but the pain didn't lessen, it didn't go away.
As Jacob continued to walk down the empty 'springy' highway the sky began to change colour. From the unusual blue it had been that morning, it began to turn to its usual grey-ish black that everyone in Washington knew.
Jacob looked up and smiled. Finlly! The world was co-operating with him for once. The world always seemed to be against him with everything.
Jacob continued to walk down the highway. He didn't even remember how he'd gotten so far from home. He knew he should probably turn back but he didn't feel like it, not yet. He just wanted to walk for now.
The idea was short lived because just then it began to rain, not just cute little rain drops rain, but bucketload after bucketload of rain. Jacob was soaked in seconds.
He couldn't really run home now, he was too far to run home. So instead he contibued to walk, probably even slower than before, his mood going from zero to negative infinaty.
A car stopped behind Jacob. He completely igniored it and continued to walk. The car's door behind him opened then closed.
Footsteps were heard trhen the rain suddenly stopped. Jacob looked up to find a large umbrella over his head and a figure beside him. He jumped sideways, surprised. The figure chuckled.
Jacob looked up to find a pale man - well the guy was probably about seventeen or eighteen but he was older then Jacob so he was 'a man' - stand with him under the umbrella. The guy was smiling down at Jacob in amusment.
"Hello," the guy said in a musical, hypnotical voice.
"H...hi?" Jacob replied, not sure if he should trust this guy. What if he was some kind of creepy serial killer man who had a swing killing innocent little boys stuck in the rain.
"I'm Edward Cullen." Jacob looked at the guy in suprise. He was a Cullen? His father told him never to assossiater himself with the Cullen's because they were bad people. But the guy had just helped him, was he really as bad as his father made them out to be? "What's your name?"
"Jacob..."
"Jacob...?"
"Black."
"Oh... I see... Well then Jacob Black, need an umbrella and a companian?" Jacob shrugged.
"Sure." Edward smiled crookedly, it was his signature smile and he knew it drove women everywhere crazy.
The two boys began walking slowly down the road. It was quiet and Jacob found the silence uncomfortable.
"So... What are you doing out here Jacob?" Jacob shrugged.
"I was just taking a walk when the rain started."
"Ah... I see... Why were you taking a walk?" Jacob shrugged. He didn't really wanna share his problems with a Cullen, with anyone.
"Just felt like it. It was sunny when I was walking, but then it just started to rain."
"Ah... Bad luck."
"Yeah..." They were quiet for a moment. "Where were you headed?"
"Home."
"From?"
"Town. My sister Alice wanted to go shopping and her car's gone for service in Seattle."
"Oh... Cool." They both kept quiet and once more there was uncomfortable silence.
Edward could tell Jacob was uncomfortable so he began to hum to himself. Jacob glanced sideways slightly but said nothing, the stupid classical song beat the silence.
Edward continued to hum as he and Jacob walked on. This was awkward for both of them. They weren't even supposed to be talking to each other.
Edward let out a sigh and suddenly stopped. Jacob looked at him confused, wondering why hezkd stopped. Edward smiled his signature smile.
"What?"
"This is my stop Jacob, but you can ah... You can keep the umbrella." Jacob nodded and took the umbrella.
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine Jacob. You've still got a while to go. Well... It was nice meeting you Jacob."
"You too Edward." Edward nodded.
"Bye Jake." Jacob nodded too then he walked on with the umbrella.
''''''
Angela almost jumped half out her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She shut her journal quickly and looked up, blushing.
Her blush increased when she saw none other then Edward Cullen standing in front of her. She hoped he didn't see what she was writing.
"Um..." She said.
"The bell just rang for the end of break," Edward said, smiling at her.
"Oh... Right... Thanks." Angela got her things together and shoved them in her bag then rushed off to her next lesson...
Angela got to her locker and opened it to find what her next lesson was. English! She had English with Edward.
"We are going to the same place right?" Angela almost jumped out of her skin again. Edward was standing right behind her. Angela grabbed her English stuff and shoved them in her bag.
"Yeah... Double English today..."
"Exciting," Edward said, faking glee. Angela laughed. They made their way to English, talking about their poetry projects and who they picked to do their projects on.
"Maya Angelo," Edward said, smiling crookedly.
"Oh?"
"That's what my family said too. Don't I look like someone who'd do their poetry project on Ms. Angelo do I?" Angela shrugged.
"You seem the type to do Shakespeare." Edward chuckled.
"Ah... Shakespeare? He was a wondeful poet, yes, but he isn't the only poet out there."
"Yeah... He's just.. your thing." Edward chuckled again.
"My thing? I'll remember that next time." Angela laughed.
"You do that." They walked into class and sat at their corners. Angela pulled out her project and her journal. The teacher walked into the class.
"Morning guys, for this lesson you'll be working on your poetry projects. If you have questions you can come ask me." Everyone began working on their projects.
Since Angela had completed hers - she'd completed it in three days - she decided to work on her story.
First she re-read what she'd written when she was in the library. She was satasfied with her writing so she went to the next bit.
'Edward had never seen anything more beautiful in his whole life! The long dark hair, the lucious pink lips, the cute little chubby cheeks, the beautiful tanned skin. Jacob Black was absolutely breath-taking.
'Edward knew though, that he could never be with Jacob Black. He was young now and later he'd probably turn into a wolf. The Quileute were decendents, there was a likelyhood that Jacob could turn into one too.
'If Jacob became one, he and Edward would never be together because really, a vampire and a werewolf? Where had anyone heard that from? No where. So it could never happen.
'But oh how Edward wanted the younger boy. How he longed to taste those lips, touch that skin, run his fingers through those midnight black locks... Heavens!
''''''
Edward sighed to himself. He was sitting in his room thinking about Jacob Black. The feelings he was feeling for the boy could not be right.
Jacob could become a werewolf, he was a vampire. They could never be together. Too much bloodshed had taken place between the two kinds, too much hate.
Edward lay on his bed. He didn't really need the thing, but it was force of habit. And besides, this was the bed he used before he was changed. This was his bed from his mortal years. The one his biological mother had bought him.
Edward wondered what his mother would've thought about his feelings for Jacob Black. How she would've reacted to his current predicament. His mother had been a wonderful person, a loving and understanding mother, but would she have understood this?
Edward didn't know, and he never would. He didn't really care though. Well, that's what he told him, what he tried to convince himself.
Edward had never considered the idea of being homosexual. He'd always had an intrest in women, with their soft curves, smooth skin and silky hair. He'd never thought about men in 'that way'. Men had always been just men, nothing more than that.
But Jacob Black... The boy stirred up all this different emotions that Edward had only ever felt for women. It was scary but it excited him too.
A knock came from behind Edward's bedroom door, pulling him out of his musings. Edward looked at the door and sighed.
"Come in," he said. He didn't really need to call out for the person to come in because of the vampire's acute hearing.
Alice, Edward's younger 'sister' stepped into the room smiling sweetly. She skipped over to him, her cute little pixie cut bouncing atop her head.
"Hey Eddie," she said in her usual bubbly way.
"Hello Alice," Edward said. Alice plonked herself on Edward's bed with a sigh. "What is it?"
"You smell funny."
"I do?"
"Yeah... But I don't know what it is."
"Second-hand dog smell on a rainy day," Rosalie said walking into Edward's room without knocking.
"Yeah... That's it. Why would you smell like dog?" Edward shrugged, playing dumb. He knew why he smelt like that, but he couldn't exactly tell his sisters why he smelt like that or where it came from.
He should've changed clothes as soon as he got home but he couldn't bring himself to do it because he didn't want to get rid of Jacob's scent. He was addicted to it, the scent of the boy was intoxicating.
"You didn't meet up with one of them did you?" Rosalie asked, looking at her 'brother' curiously and cautiously.
"No," Edward replied. It wasn't a complete lie. Jacob wasn't a wolf... yet(?).
"Then where did you get the smell. It smells aweful!" Edward actually felt a little insulted.
"Yes, yes, I know. Can we talk about something else now?"
"Fine, but seriously, if those dogs gave you trouble we have a right to know."
"I know."
"Right..." The two girls looked at each other then their brother doubtfully. They weren't sure if they believed the story or not.
"Anyway..." Alice said. "I'm going to leave you now."
"Where are you going?" Edward asked.
"Shopping. We need new clothes for school. Come with me Rosalie, I promise it'll be fun."
"Um..." Rosalie said. She knew her sister could go a little crazy with the shopping thing, she tried to avoid it at all cost.
"Please Rosie, pleeeeeease!" Rosalie sighed.
"Fine. Later Edward." Edward nodded at his sisters and they left the room. He lay back on his bed, shutting his eyes.
"What are you doing to me?" He asked, out loud. How could he be addicted to the scent when he'd just met the boy? Why was he so intoxicated by it.
Edward couldn't be in love with the boy right? He'd just met him AND they'd barely said anything to each other. They knew next to nothing about each other, so it couldn't be love right? It was just some weird obsession that he'd get over... Yeah, he'd get over this soon.
''''''
Angela looked at the story. She bit her pen as she thought about the story. She wanted to get where the good part started, but she didn't know how to get there properly.
She could easily skip all the uninteresting stuff and jump right into the fire, or she could drag this on. Angela wasn't really the type who liked to drag things on, she muched prefered to get to the good part.
Angela sighed, deciding to let the book rest for a few moments before her head exploded from undesisivness.
Angela then looked back at what she'd written thoughtfully. She looked around her and found everyone busy on their projects. She looked at the other corner and saw Edward looking at her. She blushed and he smiled. She looked down at her journal.
'Why do you look at me as if you know what I'm thinking...?'
Angela shut the journal and shoved it in her bag along with the pen specifically bought to write this great story.
''
When she was just a girl…
She expected the world…
But it flew away from her reach…
So she ran away in her sleep…
She dreamt of para-para-paradise…
Every time she closed her eyes…
''
At lunch Angela went over to her friends. Bella was still missing from school, she hadn't returned from where ever Jacob had taken her. The Cullen's were at their usual table looking imaculate and fu*ken perfect.
Angela sighed and went to sit down with her friends at their own table.
"Angie," Jessica said, smiling at Angela scandolously.
"Yes?"
"Where were you today?"
"Library."
"Doing what?"
"English project."
"Oh... Well I missed you."
"Oh course you did."
"We should seriously go shopping Angie, we need new clothes don't we?"
"Yeah..."
"Port Angeles or Seattle?"
"Either, or Jess, it doesn't matter."
"Um... Not meaning to disturb your girlyness," Mike said. "But Cullen's staring at you."
"Let him stare, look at what he's missing out on," Jessica said, flicking her hair.
"No, not you. Angela. He's got this smirk on his face and he keeps staring." Jessica turned point blank and looked at Edward. He looked away then and continued to converce with his family.
"Why was he looking at you?" Angela shrugged.
"I don't know," she replied honestly.
"So anyway, what where you guys laughing about on your way to English?"
"Um... Nothing much really."
"Angela! I didn't take for one who was a boyfriends stealer."
"What?"
"Well are you? You are getting all friendly with Edward Cullen... Should we be worried?"
"No. You know I'm not like that. I'd never do something like that."
"I hope not. It's just not you."
"Yeah..." They all ate their lunches, picking other topics to discuss... Like the upcoming dance. Their last high school dance.
Angela looked up slightly at Edward and found him looking at her with that 'I know what you're thinking look'. Angela looked away, sighing in relief as the bell rang for the last lesson of the day.
Agela got up and rushed out. She knew the school was no longer safe for her to unleash her imagination, so she'd just have to do this at home.
Angela made her way to her last lesson already planning what was to happen next in her story...
To Be Continued
So yeah...
Don't judge my opening number... LOL... I'm not much of a poet, so yeah...
Anywho...
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