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So, The blog will be on my profile later. So, I think I only have one Reader. Reviews are love, and any innuendo is appreciated. Definitions then funtimes. Also, I'll begin introducing my cast at some stage.
Define Me
Corridor Of uncertainty: the part of the pitch which the bowler can bowl in, that can have unexpected effects on the path of the ball
37) We also love to put it in 'The Corridor of Uncertainty'
# Bella Swan #
"So, Bella," Alice started as we set down our third Vodka-Red-Bull each. "Anal."
I had just taken a sip and my chest exploded as I choked, the searing alcohol exploding out of my nose as well as straight down my throat.
"Ange, get her a tissue?" It was duly supplied to me, and I choked again as I looked over at Alice, who was sporting the most ridiculous grin. "What? It was only a question."
"B-but..."
"Relax. It was just to make sure you weren't completely gone."
"I hate you. I've only drunk three."
"So, Edward," Way to segue, Alice. "He seemed... taken with you." I blinked twice and looked at her, my mouth falling open and my eyes narrowing at her as I started to wonder what the hell she was on about.
"Sorry?" I picked up my drink and sipped it again, hissing a little at the bubbly Red Bull. "Taken with me? What is this? The Eighteen-Fifties?" I rolled my eyes. "Let's talk about you and Emmett instead. Hottie much? And he liked you, I could tell-"
"Yet," She sighed and looked down at the table as though she was about to announce her impending migration to Japan, "Edward went bright pink when you held out your hand." She wasn't going to quit, so I realised giving as good as I could get would be the best course of action.
"Emmett had cute dimples, and don't you think he looked good in those whites?" Her eyes lifted to my face and I noted the small smirk that lit her features.
"White? Hmmph. I think he'd look better in the Harlequin style. The other kit... you know, the one you were going to try on." She paused, "The one that had M-A-S-E-N written on the back." She stopped again, raising an eyebrow and smirking completely at me, "Or did you think I hadn't noticed?"
"It did not!" I gasped, genuinely not realising that it had had his name on it. She laughed out loud and nodded, "You're... you must be taking the piss?"
"Nope. Big silver letters, yes Angie?" She nodded simply and I blinked twice, suddenly utterly humiliated. I shook my head and bowed it, looking down at the table, suddenly finding the pictures on the tiny coasters the most interesting thing in the room. "It's okay, Bells, honey," She patted my hand and laughed, "I think he's gorgeous too."
"Hey!" I let out a yelp before I could think to keep up any pretence which meant I could avoid this ridiculous conversation, "You get Emmett."
"So, you admit you think he's cute?"
"I don't want to talk about this." I buried my head on my arms again.
"Don't you want to talk about how well he'd wander up your corridor of uncertainty?" Alice said, far too innocently.
"Two things; first off, how the hell do you know what the Corridor of Uncertainty is? And second of all, you did not just refer to... Oh. I give up." I spoke to my hands and closed my eyes, hoping I had fallen asleep in the uncomfortable chairs, in the sunshine this afternoon, and was simply dreaming this hell.
"Good. And for that matter, I think . Now spill. Everything you know about him, please?" Alice was grinning and Angela was shaking her head, watching us infuriate each other.
"He's got copper hair. He's six-five, maybe? He smells good, played for the Bushrangers for his first three years, then got his Australia callup last year. His family's technically English, but being born in Australia, he automatically qualified. He signed for Middlesex, apparently, this season, and he specialises in one day, but... I don't know. What the hell else do you want to know?"
"Oh, I don't know? How did his hand feel?"
"Like an electric shock went through you?" Angela finally spoke up and looked at me, her eyes wide and her smile growing, "Or just like... I don't know, limp?"
"Warm. A little sweaty, and his hand was stained by the cherry... but other than that, I guess it was nice." Infuriated, once again, Alice sighed at me and I rolled my eyes straight back at her. "What? Do you want me to tell you that it made my, ahem, corridor of uncertainty, twist and turn like nobody's business? Or that I saw stars from just running into him?" I shook my head, "I don't think I work like that." I sighed and bowed my head again, "Honestly, I don't know. It was nice, I guess. I don't know the guy."
"But that's how it starts, isn't it?" Angela said, "I mean, you don't know him, and... then you do?"
"He's a famous sportsman. They're supposed to marry pretty, gorgeous rich women, not student-librarians..." I fought back, and the pair of them rolled their eyes at me. "What?"
"Well, why don't you just try it out, and see? I mean, it's a four day game, this one, isn't it?" Angela smiled, "Do you have lectures tomorrow?"
"No, I don't, but I have work-"
"Yeah, you have work in the evening, six til' ten, don't you?" I opened my mouth to argue, but Angela cut across me, "go to the game, it's free. Go to the game, hang out in the pavilion, accidentally run into him? What's the worst that could happen?"
"Nothing." I muttered sullenly, and I looked up at Ange and Alice as their twin grins began to get the better of me. "Fine. I'll go. And I'll prove to you nothing's going to happen. Okay?"
"Okay," Alice said brightly, "and I shotgun your wardrobe choices tomorrow!"
"I hate you." I growled at her, she simply laughed and I rolled my eyes. We both knew she would get her way, but neither of us would say anything until I finally gave in. We stayed silent until the waitress dropped three extra drinks in front of us. "Where did-" I looked up and saw three very drunk, dressed-to-the-nines guys waving at us from the other side of the SU bar. I rolled my eyes. "Three guys, eleven o'clock, ladies." I pointedly left the drink on the table, swung my bag over my shoulder and sighed. "I'm gonna head back, get some stuff done, you know?"
"Fine," Alice smiled and rolled her eyes. "There will be an outfit on your door tomorrow morning."
"Remember, no jeans or trainers, or T-shirts in the Pavilion."
"Summer Dresses?" She yelled after me, and I cringed, before hesitating then waving my hand in a gesture of panic and fear, "Oh, I am so on it!" She yelped after me, and I laughed, shaking my head as I headed into the night, and back home.
# Edward Masen #
I sighed and pulled on my whites again, day two of a four day match and I was only playing because I had been dragged into the game when two people were down for the count, playing in the Indian Premier League, and I was tired already. Early mornings and long, difficult net sessions to warm up were killing me, but I was happier than ever before to be honest with you.
London was my city; I had found my home, most definitely. The city was busy, full of people and places I wanted to see, and about a billion things I wanted to do. I sighed wistfully, and looked down at the kit bags around me, grinning my face off when I noticed that Ben had a copy of the Wisden Cricketer that had his interview in it, and I made a mental note to let Emmett know in the subtlest way possible.
Deciding I needed the loo, and realising that the Team toilet was in-use, I left the dressing room for a minute, stepping down the stairs swiftly as I navigated my way through the maze of people and places, and then sprinting back up them as I returned to the dressing room.
"Hey, Masen?" Jasper shouted to me as I reached the top flight of stairs. I turned around and tried to see him, but stumbled on the top step and slipped back down them. He yelled out, surprised that I was falling, quite clearly, and I saw him running toward me as I went backwards, though he was unable to catch me as I felt my back hit the first step, and a quiet, feminine shriek as I barrelled into somebody soft and warm. I really hoped she was alright. "AAh! Shit, miss, are you okay?"
I scrambled to my feet as I my vision cleared, and shook the pain from my system.
"Ma'am?" The poor girl was still enveloped into herself, clutching at her bag, and holding her side. I watched Jasper reach out to her shoulder, and she jolted again, looking up at us. "Are you okay?"
"Is he?" She whispered, attempting to stand, and finding herself on Bambi legs. "Oww..." She sighed, rubbing her arm and shaking her head, "I'm going to kill Alice for making me wear these shoes." Jasper laughed, helping her up and looking over at me.
"Are you okay, man?" I nodded, and looked over at the girl, a pang of recognition hitting me.
"Bella?" She looked up, her mouth falling open, "Are you alright?" She nodded, then put her foot down lightly and gasped in pain, "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," A small moment of silence, where she tested her weight again, "No." She sighed and Jasper passed her over to me.
"I'll go and find someone to get you seen to," Jasper said softly, "The physio's in the dressing room." Bella's face widened into one of surprise and she tensed beside me.
"No! No, I'm not worth that," She whispered, "I'll go to the... I'll go to the St. John's Ambulance tent. It's not far away." She said softly, "I'll be okay," She bit her bottom lip and stepped away from me. Immediately I missed the warmth.
"I'm... I'm really sorry," I whispered, pulling her back to me, "But right now, I'm not letting you go." She let out a small whimper and I shook my head, "Come on." Her lips parted as though she was about to argue, but I held up my hand and silenced her. "With me."
"A-are you-" When she attempted to argue, I lifted her into my arms without a second thought. "I'm wearing a dress!" She yelped, and for the first time I took in what she was wearing. It was a blue-purple dress, and I swallowed, because the pale skin that was showing most certainly made me want to take her into a side room and be as ungentlemanly as Lord's would allow.
Setting her down, I placed her in one of the comfy chairs almost on the balcony.
"Physio's coming, she won't be long, and I'll make sure you get seen to first. Then I'll let you go." I winked, and she blushed prettily. "But while we wait, tell me about yourself."
"I'd rather hear about your globetrotting, Mr. Masen, I'm hardly interesting," She said softly, looking down at her feet.
"It's Edward." I smiled again, "And really, you seem like an incredibly interesting young woman." Another pause, a silence filled with a small smile from her, "I assume you're a member?"
"Yeah," She nodded, "Seven years. Since I was sixteen." She smiled, "I assume you're Australian?" She countered, and we fell into an easy conversation as Victoria, our physio wandered in and had a look at Bella's ankle.
"It looks sprained," She said, a soothing tone sliding in and out of her voice, "Do you mind if we strap it?"
"No," Bella said, "I can pay you for the stuff as well, if you'd like-" A pause, "It's not... I mean-"
"No, Bella," I rested a hand on her shoulder, pulling her hair slightly, "I collided with you, I busted you up, not your fault at all."
"If you're sure..." she bit her bottom lip again and I leaned over, instinctively pressing my lips to her forehead.
Her gasp made me pull back, but as I looked down at her, her closed eyes and soft smile made me think it was exactly the right thing to have done.
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