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When I finally got together with Angela, the relationship felt like a blend of different elements.
It was timely, we didn't end up flirting from day one and fucking by noon the next day. We actually just hung out a bit and it progressed into best friendship, there was chemistry though, and I had a real crush on her from early on, but she never really seemed to reciprocate until the 11th grade. It was sweet, but it wasn't cheesy and we weren't all that couply outside of her house or mine. It was hot, I'll say no more.
Most of all, it was foreboding, after a while things seemed off, things that should have set red lights off in my head, but dear old Bella, the simple minded oblivious protagonist chose to ignore the giant neon sign outside her window that said "WARNING: MUCH FUCKERY AHEAD!"
I only have myself to blame for the outcome that left me to be the cowardice ding bat that you see here curled up in a lazyboy.
Damn it, I'll never be able to sleep in this squeaky chair.
flash back
It's mid September and I'm in 3rd period English, sadly Ang isn't in this class so I'm just left staring off into space because I've read the book we're reviewing too many times already. I can almost guarantee I'll be able to catch on, if the teacher tries to make an example of me for gazing.
Everyone seemed to finally be out end of summer rut. Most of them probably loaded up vitamin d, from possible vacations in the Caribbean and hot spots like Florida. Lucky bastards.
Forks wasn't sunny in the summer, it was only less damp. Charlie couldn't really afford to be spend thrift, considering I was going off to college in less than 2 years. That meant I had to spend the summer, holed up in the house or at Angela's.
I really couldn't complain though, it was nice having sleepovers, going to the movies and just hanging out with her. She even helped me work on my portfolio for college. I got her interested in art somewhere along the way, and she was actually taken with it on a serious level, she really has a knack for painting. I was going to try to convince her to apply to the Inkwell college with me, but I knew better. I knew she had brought it up tentatively to her parents, but they were the type that wanted her to have a strong foundation, and go into a more 'stable and disciplined field'.
Talk about a slap in the face, half the time I wondered if those people think artists just go to classes behind a dumpster and roll around in the mud during their free sessions.
I get side tracked so easily, anyways I'm more into sculpting. I built a few maquettes in the basement with her help, even though she pretty much did all the grunt work, like fetching tools and help me mop up when the clumsy streak took over. I can't say I didn't enjoy seeing her run around in t shirts and short shorts.
Hmm, since I'm going on about oogling her, I might as well admit to having feelings for her. I liked her since that day in gym but now the feelings are stronger, and there may be a chance that she feels the same way. Either that, or I'm reading too much into things.
I didn't make a move because I wasn't about to ruin our friendship.
It was one thing to lose a friend over the awkwardness of unrequited feelings, but it was a totally different thing to lose your only friend for the same reason, when you're practically a social pariah.
Yup, Jessica still held a grudge over the whole incident. I think it had more to do with the fact that the town was just so small and uneventful, that people had to stretch every tiny ounce of drama out of proportion to keep them entertained.
Jessica and I didn't even have an argument since then, it was just a series of snide remarks and I guess she was saying shit behind my back. It was pretty typical, but it was still enough to make people draw away from me, even people I sat beside in class made it a point to ignore me.
It's fucking hilarious when you think about it, because a good number the people that were jumping through hoops to pledge allegiance to her, didn't even show up on her radar.
RING
"Huh!"
"What?"
"Ahh damn it."
That's the down side of not paying attention in this class. The bell can really frighten the daylights out of you. Some fucktard installed a new intercom bell and it is way louder than a regular bell. The lazy bastards that run this place are really starting to get on my nerves, it's been weeks since it's been here and nobody is lifting a finger to fix it.
I collected my things and left class relatively unnoticed after my little outburst. I think I'm only getting away with it because it happened to nearly everybody in there, at one time or another.
"BELLA!"
I don't have to look up to know who it is, she was practically lay waiting me outside of class. Before I could respond, I got an armful of Angela Webber. By some miracle I managed to hold onto my bookbag while returning the hug with as much fervor.
"Happy Friday!" She exclaimed.
I almost expect a gift.
"God, you're special." I mock chided her.
"That's why you luurve me." She replied as she finally relinquished her hold on me.
Don't blush
Don't blush
Don't blush!
"Aww you're blushing, I guess you really like me, You want to hug me... You want to love me... You want to smooch me... You want to hug me." she started to do the most retarded jig, while she broke out in song.
At this point I just stood there gaping before I realized she was actually massacring the scene from the flick "Miss Congeniality". Who could blame her, it's the perfect guilty pleasure movie.
"I swear you're more embarrassing than a knitted sweater with an orange pony on the front."
"Aww well I do try." She replied.
"Come on we're gonna be late for biology." I said and tugged her along.
"Yeah, the future dentist wouldn't dear miss that." She muttered bitterly
"I know, it's shit that they're forcing all of this on you."
I should try and make this better, she tends to mope when the topic comes up.
"Hey Ang, Charlie is going on a fishing trip this entire weekend, maybe you could come over." I said hopefully.
"Yah, I'm so there, who knows what badness we could get up to." She wiggled her eyebrows.
I'm not taking the bait.
"Yeah, we could read "A Tale or Two Cities", knit scarves and bake brownies if we really feel like rebels." I deadpanned.
"You're a riot Bells, but seriously, I feel like a movie marathon would work."
Angela is a real movie buff too. If she felt like it, she could easily be a film student. I used to tell her she could hang out with hipsters in some scruffy basement, making obscure music and movie references all day.
She'd probably get her ass kicked out, when they found her Nelly Furtado discography on her zune.
"Ok, tell you what. You bring 5 films and I'll *cough* down *Cough* load 5."
She smacked me in the shoulder. Great I know she's going to fly off the handle. She thinks downloading movies is equivalent to murder. She'd repeatedly cry shame whenever she caught me with a bootleg.
"Fuck that! You're going to drag you're lazy copy-right-infringement ass down to the blockbuster and we're going to rent them like civilized people. If you illegally download so much as a doublemint twin gum commercial again, I'm gonna have to…"
"Gonna have to what?" I interrupted her, only because she looked even cuter when she got really ticked.
She narrowed her eyes.
"I'll bend you over my lap, pull your shorts down and cane you." She said in a hushed voice, while quirking an eyebrow.
Oh god!
I have the entire season of supernatural under my bed, burned on sushito blanks.
I've got the wizard of oz on my ipod.
I've got the discography plus bonus tracks of System of a down, Red hot chilli peppers, Jefferson airplane, and Cindy Lauper.
Christ I've even got Dora.
"Umm."
Damn it Bella…Just damn it.
She broke out in a fit of giggles after that.
We reached the door to the lab and entered.
I sat fidgeting.
I asked Charlie to drop me off at the movie store this morning before he went off with Billy and the guys. I'm going to take this moment to say I've planned this movie marathon thing out like a pro. I already knew the movies I would rent. The Omen, the original….anything else and I might get boob slapped. Nosferatu, I know what a proper vampire movie looks like ok. The court Jester to lighten things up. Lord of the Rings trilogy, give me one good reason this movie shouldn't be in the lot. Oh and Hannibal, because I can.
I made sure the house was presentable and I even hooked up my music player to the speakers.
You would think that I'd decided to ask for her hand in marriage or something. Nope it was practically like this every time, she came over. Each time I'd pull out all the stops and try a little harder, and we'd make some progress. So far we've gone all the way up to random hugging, kisses on the cheek, and cuddling while in bed. I don't care how pathetic it sounds I'm a gentlewoman, not a lady killer, so I take it slowly. That way, if she freaks out, I can always back track and claim she's misinterpreting my actions. Hah, I'm more ambiguous than the "Lesbian Vampire Killers" movie title.
I practically had a dress up montage, when I was trying to find some suitable clothes. I started out with the old cargo pants and wife beater combo, it got to the point where I was wearing Charlie's police man's shirt with green short shorts and a beanie…..hot. Right now I'm wearing a simple black, tight v-neck tshirt with a black and white plaid button down and acid wash grey skinnies. I kept my hair down and ran the curling iron through it a few times to give it some body. I even threw on eyeliner and lip gloss.
I checked the mirror a few times to make sure the sleeves were rolled up and buttoned properly.
The only thing I hadn't planned for was the thunder storm. Lightening and thunder aren't good for my nerves, at all.
The doorbell finally rang.
I couldn't bother with any false pretenses, so I bolted to the door in a real show of desperation.
"What the…"
Angela was soaking wet, and the sight would have been totally hot, if she wasn't also covered in mud.
"Ang, what happened?" I asked trying to hold back my giggles, no such luck.
"Shut up, or I'll shake this" She pointed to her shirt "All over you!"
I sobered up quickly, no need to endanger my gear.
"See, my mother told me to come ring the doorbell, before I took out my bag. The rain nearly blinded me on the way over so I couldn't see where I was going and I tripped over a huge rock and face-planted into a puddle!"
She was gesticulating wildly to emphasize her point, she kinda reminded me of Animal from the Muppet show.
"You're going to get pneumonia if you stand out there any longer, so come in and I'll get your stuff from your mom."
I tried to spot a relatively dry part of her to grab, there was none, so I pulled her in by her link bracelets.
"Ugh… why didn't your dad Bella-proof the front yard, if this happened to a regular person, what the fuck will happen to your left feet?" She muttered while making her way toward the bathroom.
I threw on Charlie's rain cloack and my shoes and went out to Mrs. Webber. She parked as close as she could to the porch but the mud would probably make it hard for her to drive back out so I had to walk a few yards.
After a quick greeting and assuring her that Angela was ok, I grabbed her bag and waved her off.
I made it back into the house, without incident.
Hah, my luck is finally changing.
My hair ends were a little wet, so I put down the bag in my bedroom and jogged to the bathroom for a quick blowdry.
I reached the closed door, and heard the shower running, so I yelled "knock knock!"
"Who is it?" Angela drawled in a falsetto voice.
"It's me Bells!" I replied in an equally high pitched tone.
"Not possible!"
"huh, why not?"
"Bells don't go "knock knock!" they go "ring ring!"
"Haha, fuck it, I'm coming in, you're a dumbass."
Thanks to all the gods of the universe that Charlie had invested in really distorted shower door, or I would probably end up in jail for some rather impulsive actions.
"Oi Bella! No freebies, you have to pay for the show." she teased from the other side of the shower.
"That's ok, I don't need to pay, as long as you don't fog up the cameras."
"Pervert!" She yelled.
"Only on weekends!"
It's weird that I only feel relaxed and confident enough to banter with her, when I'm in my house.
"Can I borrow some clothes, I didn't carry enough spare." she said.
"Yeah, I'll leave them on the bed."
I quickly blew out the wet ends and went over to my room.
She's lucky we're around the same size and she's barely an inch shorter than me, so this should all fit perfectly.
I picked out the only short skirt I had in my possession and a close fitting shirt. Well, it's pretty much what she was wearing before, I like consistency, sue me.
I sat in the couch and waited until she got back.
Angela finally came back down after a seriously long time. She left her hair partially wet and put some lip gloss on. She looked really cute in my clothes. Without the makeup, she actually looked more like a 17 year old, innocent and natural, but there was still something sexy about her.
"Hey, I'm going to put this stuff in your laundry." She said pointing to her wet clothes.
She came back shortly and jumped in the couch beside me. It was weird, we normally had more to say to each other, but right now there was only awkward silence. You could cut the tension with a butter knife.
She threw her head back and sighed frustratedly. I turned to look at her.
Wow that shirt really is low cut.
"so…"
"so.." she replied
Well that was constructive.
"Hey, umm… we could watch those movies now, if you want to." I suggested.
"Nah, we should wait until it's dark."
"Oh, I just remembered…" She didn't bother to finish her sentence and ran up the stairs.
She came back and placed a six pack on the table.
"Ok?" I said
"See, I figured your dad probably counts the beer in your fridge to make sure little Bella hasn't been indulging." She wiggled her eyebrows when she said indulging. "So, I brought my own, dad has a fridge full of them in the basement, he probably wont miss it."
Hah, she knows me so well.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" I teased.
"Yeah, so what if I am." She challenged.
I shrugged and popped open a can.
By the third can we were pretty much bouncing off the walls, chatting and cracking jokes.
I ordered a pizza, at one point, but I was worried they didn't get the address right, because of all the giggling. I didn't even know I was such a light weight.
"I have an idea." Angela said. She was laying on the couch with her legs propped up.
"I'm game."
"Ok, set your mp3 to shuffle and let's dance to anything that comes up. Even if it goes from metal to hiphop, you have to fall into the groove."
"A dancing game for the coordination challenged teen…that's cruel Ang." I said.
"It'll be fun come on." She said it with such a mischievous glint in her eye that I couldn't resist any longer.
It was pretty fun after all. I did my little awkward two steps for almost every song, alternating it with some cheesy headbangs for the heavier songs. Angela really let loose though, she was all over the place. The goof had even air guitared through the entire intro of a Coheed and Cambria song.
By the fourth song I had run out of moves and juice so I just leaned on the couch and watched her. She pretty much started performing for me now, dancing towards me and away from me at random intervals.
I heard the intro for the next song.
Holy shit, it's 'closer' by nine inch nails.
Well, isn't this inappropriate.
We ended up staring at each other through the entire intro.
I figured the song was making her uncomfortable so I pushed off the couch to change it.
She grabbed my wrist.
"Where do you think you're going?" She says.
She used her grip on my wrist to pull me closer.
"I..Uh..change..song." I sputtered out.
"Smooth, but I thought I said we'd dance to any song that played, so no skipping." She said and waved her finger in front of me in a reprimanding fashion.
The bass vibrated in my chest, and the alcohol was starting to make me even more giddy.
She turned around and started dancing in front of me again, merely inches away. There's really only one thing you can do to a song like this, so I just watched in awe as she twisted her hips sensually…for me. She moved her hair to the side of her neck, looked back at me and raised her eye brow.
Uh. I'd had enough.
I grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her to me. I really couldn't dance, but this didn't qualify as dancing. I grinded against her as she pushed herself up against my front.
Gentlewoman my ass.
I heard her gasp, when I ran my hands up and down her rib cage.
I was on auto pilot now, everything felt so good. Everywhere we connected felt like it was on fire. Before I could think about it I felt myself lean forward and kiss her neck. I swear she mumbled "finally", but I wasn't sure, I continued and she kept dancing.
She spun around and I thought I was about to get slapped or something, now that she'd come back to her senses, but instead she grabbed the back of my neck and pushed our lips together. It was such a turn on even though our noses bumped awkwardly while we tried to adjust to each others rhythm. I couldn't hear the music over our lips smacking.
I walked her back to the nearest wall, all while maintaining the intimate contact.
I nipped her bottom lip, and tugged on it playfully, before going back in full force. She opened her mouth in an attempt to deepen the kiss, but I wanted to dominate the hell out of her so I forced my tongue into her mouth. I groped at every inch of skin I could reach.
I was really starting to enjoy myself when the doorbell rang.
I jumped off her like I'd been caught with my hand in the cookie jar.
We were both flushed and breathing hard.
"wow." was all she could say, and I was too out of it to even think up a reply, so I just grinned and made my way over to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Pizza!" Came the squeaky reply.
I grabbed the money from my pocket and shoved it in his hand. I was this close to under tipping the fucking toad.
"Enjoy th…"
I slammed the door in his face, I guess it was rude but I didn't care.
I put the box down on the table and walked back to Angela.
She was facing the window so I spun her around and kissed her again.
Then we stopped from lack of oxygen.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and we leaned against each other's forehead.
"What was that for?" She asked.
"I don't know, I just wanted to make sure I didn't dream up the last 5 minutes."
"Yeah, it was real. I'm glad you finally stopped with the baby steps."
"huh?"
"Bella, you've been courting me like a nervous turtle for a while now. It was cute at first but if you took any longer I'd probably have to jump you in the shower, consequences be damned." She said. I detected a hint of frustration.
"Well if you put it that way." I said and leaned in to kiss her neck.
"I guess I should have held out a little longer." I mumbled into her neck.
We started making out like wild rabbits again.
I'd gotten her all the way over to the couch, when my cellphone rang.
"Ugh, this must be some kind of conspiracy." I said as I broke contact with Angela.
I jabbed the answer button.
"Hello."
"Hi Bella." Answered my dad. "I just called to ask how things were at the house."
I tried to answer, but there a set of evil warm lips running along my neck.
"Fine dad, e-everything is good."
"What are you and Angela up to?"
I'd be up her skirt if you'd let me off the fucking phone!
"Nothing, we're just having pizza."
She bit my ear and tried not to moan into the phone.
"Well, just behave yourselves, I'll be back by tomorrow evening."
"Yeah, sure, bye." I hung up the phone and pushed Angela onto the couch.
"Now, where were we?"
We didn't go much further that kissing and fondling that weekend. It went swimmingly until Charlie came home the next evening and found an empty can of beer in the trash that didn't match his brand. Don't know how I'd forgotten that one.I lied my ass off and made up some story about me paying some guy to get me some. I told him Angela got pissed at me and made me pour it down the sink.
Hey, when a girl sits on your lap, fluffs her hair and then makes out with you, you will probably take the rap for the Kennedy shooting.
I knew Charlie didn't fully believe me, but I got off with only 2 weeks of grounding and a warning. He didn't even call Angela's parents.
A/N: Don't yell at me, I promise I'll make proper use of the M rating by the next chapter. Things will hopefully be clearer then. I plan to wrap up this flash back and get into some Alice/ Bella time as well.