I don't own Twilight; it belongs to the wonderful and talented Stephenie Meyer.
Basically, this is a theory I've had over a couple of months. What id Meyer had written but the swapped the genders round in the Twilight series? For Bella and Edward, obviously.
I made a video on YouTube on this theory a while ago, but my account got closed. I won't be uploading it again, as that was the cause for my account's deletion.
Okay I had to consume two chapters, and I haven't put everything, so I hope you enjoy it.
At FIRST when I place a face for the character, I chose Daniel Radcliffe as 'Benjamin'-male version of Bella. NOW, it's transformed into Robert Pattinson (with the lovely geekyness in The Bad Mother's Handbook). :P
Chapter Two – Open Book and Phenomenon
As I thought the days couldn't get any worse…they did. I felt like a complete doofis in the cafeteria, people had heard about my story in Gym. Hockey was never a sport I liked playing, so when we played a full game I would run around, to make sure I didn't get the ball or whatever it was called. After we ha finished I was busy unlacing my trainers when Eric asked for the stick, I swung it round and it hit him in the face.
So hard…he fell off his feet. I lost count how many times I apologised to him, but he said he would "get his own back somehow." So that's two, Angela drenched in coke and Eric with a stick up his nose.
Well done Benjamin…
The day darkened when Ellen Cullen did not show up in Biology, she hadn't been in school at all. So I began to worry, was it me? The glare she gave me the day before? What was locked inside that beautiful weird head of hers?
It worried me so much that my dreams were filled with animalistic like growls and shuddering lightning…something just wasn't right.
I pulled into the car park, opposite the main entrance. My ears exploded by the running exhaust and then I saw it….the shiny new Volvo. She lurched out of her car, with her dazzling long red brown hair down her back. Alice and Jasper got out too. She locked the door and caught sight of me standing useless by my truck. The glare appeared on her porcelain face and she slammed her car door, emphasising the slam. Ellen turned sharply and disappeared into the school.
Gym passed with a wink and I sat still at lunch. I kept my head down, munching my food like a moron…but, I could feel her watching me from across, her eyes burning into the side of my skull.
"Ben?" Jessica giggled.
"Uh huh?" I muffled eating.
"Ellen Cullen is staring at you."
I coughed. "Is she annoyed?"
"No. Why would she be?"
"I don't think she likes me, well…she loathes me, that's the better definition."
She sniffed, bored. "The Cullens' don't like anyone."
I kept my head down, though that persistent burning feeling still remained.
I was the first one into Biology and I sat by the empty table, I cleaned my glasses as the class filed in.
"Hello," said a quiet voice.
My eyes widened and I nearly busted them. I cranked my head slowly upwards and placed my glasses on my nose and pushed them up. I squinted a few times. She smiled at me…something I promised and wished in my dreams would occur:
"My name is Ellen Cullen. I didn't have the time to introduce myself. You must be Benjamin Swan."
"Y-y-yeah, that's me," I smiled. You know you sound like a complete retard, my inner conscience whispered. "H-h-how do you know my name?"
She drew her chair up and fluidly sat down, but she kept her careful eyes on me always. "Everyone knows your name; you've been the forceful talk of Forks."
"Oh…right," that's all I could manage.
Mr Banner set us to work straight away, a task with microscopes. Ellen told me to scoot nearer her; I did…my hands shaking all the way. As we went along, Ellen watched me. She laughed as my classes would fall down my nose as I stared down the microscopes, I guess…everyone did.
The class finished and I noticed the distinctive speck in her eyes…liquid eyes, her eyes were gold!
"D-d-do you…-do you wear contacts?" I asked.
"No."
"Oh…you're eyes seem different."
She shrugged and waltzed out of the class, her auburn hair swaying against her back.
I whistled cheerily and singing to Alice Cooper on my Ipod. Actually happy, that at least something positive happened. Ellen Cullen had spoken to me, and she wasn't angry with me. Snow was falling, but I hadn't noticed until I got to my trunk. I leant on the bonnet and stuffed extra heavy class papers into my rucksack. I absorbed the atmosphere as I did, and noticed her standing four cars away. Her face frozen in horror, it stuck out from the line of the faces behind her, also shocked.
A screeching sound caught my attention and a dark blue van skidded uncontrollably…towards me.
It slammed against my truck light; I didn't even have time to close my eyes. The shattering crunch folded against the truck bed and something hit me. My head cracked against something hard and then…a cold clasped me to the pavement ground.
Something was about to collide with again, when two lean pale hands shot out protectively in front of me. The dark blue van shuddered to a halt right before me…it had a hand print punched into the metal work.
What the hell had just happened?
"Benjamin? Are you alright?" Ellen Cullen's delicate calm voice asked.
"I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Ouch…ow, ow…ouch!" I cussed as the pain seared through my head.
"You hit your head pretty hard."
My eyes skimmed to her holding me down, and I stared back at the hand trace on the van door.
"What the…? How did you get here so fast? And why is there a hand on the van?"
Ellen's face turned away to the van, her eyes light up in alarm and she didn't utter anything.
"I was standing by you, Ben."
"No you weren't, you were by your car!"
She stuttered a panic. "No, I wasn't."
"I saw you."
I stared at her in shock and she watched me, her eyes widening. Mr Vanner and Coach Clapp broke our staring contest and shifted me from her arms. They latched a full neck brace on my neck. I could have died form humiliation if the hadn't ran me into the school, the ambulance arrived soon after.
Charlie arrived in a flash, and I had to persuade him to calm down. They had x-rayed my head. I lay on the bed, my blurry eyesight grew hazy. I noticed jet blonde hair and soft cool fingers examined my scalp, it was Dr Cullen, Ellen's adopted father.
He had strange cold porcelain skin too and he spoke in a light musical harmonious voice. I saw a speck of auburn hair peep her head around the door, her arms clasped behind her back…holding something.
"Do you want to stay?" Dr Cullen asked.
"No! No!" I said and I got off the bed.
"You were extremely lucky Benjamin…"
"Lucky enough you're daughter was standing next to me."
He gleamed a sparkly smile. "Oh, yes, well…" he agreed, and then it melted off his face. That puzzled me.
"I want to speak to you," I hissed to Ellen who stared from behind the door.
"In you come Ellen," Dr Cullen said. "I'll leave you two."
He walked closely by Ellen and shot a glare at her, she noticed his expression and she walked towards me.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing at what she was concealing.
She slowly brought them out and placed them on the bed. "It's your glasses, Tyler shattered them."
My jaws clenched. "Oh well…"
"I'll buy you a new pair."
"No, it's okay."
"I insist Benjamin."
"Ssshhh," I said furiously.
"What do you want?" she asked angrily, her eyes piercingly cold.
"You owe me an explanation." My eyes were hard.
"I saved your life—I don't owe you anything."
I didn't move my expression.
"Ben…you hit you're head, you don't know what you're talking about."
"There's nothing wrong with my head! I saw that you did!" I hissed.
She crossed her arms over her chest, casually. "What do you think happened?" She snapped.
My mouth let rip. "There was no way in hell that you were near me….Tyler didn't see you. You're hands left dents in the side of his van, you didn't get hurt at all, and the van could have smashed my legs and…and…you were holding it up!"
She sniggered. "You think I lifted a van off you?"
I nodded.
"Nobody will believe that, you know."
I said my words slow. "I'm not going to tell anybody."
"Then why does it matter?"
"It matters to me," I insisted through tight lips. "I don't like to lie, so there had better be a good reason why I'm doing it!" I pointed at her, a slight threat.
"Can't you just thank me and get over it?" she asked, calmly.
I stared at her.
"You're not going to let it go, are you?"
"No."
She breathed out. "In that case…" she turned swiftly away. "I hope you enjoy your disappointment." She walked confidently out of the room, she didn't even look back!
I wanted to rip my hair out, "I don't know why you even bothered!" I shouted angrily. I couldn't explain my outburst; just all of the adrenaline pumped up to that moment…and exploded.
I had some confirmation to Ellen's defensive behaviour, but I was so torn up into I hardly noticed that Charlie was there.
When we got home, I slept early. I was totally consumed by Ellen, obsessed and questioning her. I took those Tylenol like Dr Cullen said and I drifted off to sleep.
That first bight, I dreamed…of Ellen Cullen.