A/N: Guess who's back? Back again? And it's good to be back. WHOW!
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…
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Shout_Outs:
Rat3000: (c1:) Never liked Bella wither *shrugs* but ah well. And I loved that story, it was too funny, and that guy/girl is so dangerous, always ready to kick someones ass *LoL*. (c2:) Thank dear, I try *flips_hair_and_grins*. (c3:) And her is the next chapter :))).
Marie One: I like: Let the haters be your motivators :))).. And here's the next one, sorry its so late, lost insipartion.
Disclaimer: No!
Angela's Paradise: So We Meet Again
Angela was making her way into school when she spotted Edward and Bella leaning against Edward's Volvo together, they were talking and smiling at each other. The rest of the Cullen breed was there too, surrounding the couple and they all just seemed to be standing there doing nothing in particular.
Angela was about to walk into the school when Bella waved at her and called her over. The brunette went over quite reluctantly though she tired her best to hide the reluctance from her friend. She didn't really want to face Bella seeing as she was writing about Bella's best friend and boyfriend being in a relationship behind her back.
"Hey Angela," Alice said, smiling brightly at the brown haired girl.
"Hi Alice," Angela said. She looked down at the gravel floor. This was so awkward!
"So anyway, we were talking about going shopping for prom dresses, wanna come with us?"
"Um... I wouldn't want to intrude."
"Oh don't be silly, you wouldn't be intruding at all. Come with us, I promise it'll be fun."
"Um..."
"Please, I promise it'll be fun, I pinkie promise it!" Angela sighed.
"Okay then, I'll come."
"Goodie! We leave after school." The bell rang indicating that the students had to get to their classes for morning registration. "Well, anyway. Jazz and I have to get to class, later people!" Alice grabbed Jasper and they both walked away.
"Well that's our queue too," Emmett said. "Later guys." He and Rosalie also left, which left Angela with Bella and Edward. Oh how she dreaded her bad luck.
"We should go too," Bella said. The other two nodded and they began to walk into the school.
"How goes the project?" Edward asked Angela, trying to make small talk. Angela shrugged.
"It's going... I've got everything I need which is good." Edward nodded. "And with you?"
"It's done."
"Oh," Bella said snorting, "typical!" She smiled at her Greek god of a boyfriend and Edward smiled right back.
"So how far are you with your project?" Edward asked Angela.
"Almost done," Angela said smiling. "I guess I just have to print it out and it'll be done."
"Ah... Well it's practically done isn't it?"
"Yeah..." They all walked into homeroom together. Angela went to her corner and Bella and Edward went to theirs.
Angela sat down. She desperately wanted to write something but she wasn't sure if this was the best place to write. But she just had to! So Angela pulled out her pen and journal and began to write.
"Edward was walking through the forest late in the night, half bored to death. He kept wondering to himself why he was still with Bella Swan.
"Sure Bella was a lovely girl. She was kind and sweet and not bad to look at, but she was also fragile and human and... And Edward didn't really love her... Well he didn't love her in that way. He loved her in the same way that he loved Alice or Rosalie, in that brotherly love, not the boyfriend-girlfriend type of love that he was supposed to share with her.
"When Edward first met Bella, he was fascinated by her. She was so different from other girls. Unlike most girls, Bella didn't drool over him, she didn't bother about her looks much and she was just an all-round pleasant girl to be around. She was a normal chick with her own hopes and dreams and she didn't expect too much from him.
"Things had been good between them. Edward had loved her, he'd been sure of it. But after a while that love dwindle, that burning passion he always thought he had for her sort of just left and – though he did love her – he just didn't have the romantic feelings for her and he didn't like it.
"Edward didn't like it at all. The 'only being with Bella because he didn't want to break her heart' thing. He wanted to stop faking his relationship, his feelings; his emotions with Bella. He didn't want to keep lying to himself and to her because with all honesty, Bella wasn't for him. He was really in love with someone else. A certain Quileute boy Edward hadn't seen in three years.
"He still remembered the day when he met Jacob Black. He remembered that angelic and childish chubby cheeked face. Those dark brown eyes. That long dark silky hair. That beautiful tanned skin. Those lusciously pouty full lips that were just begging to be kissed and sucked on and…
"Edward shook his head and continued to walk. He didn't even know why he was walking through the woods anyway. He wasn't here to hunt and when he was bored, he occupied himself with reading and playing his piano. Maybe he just needed this walk to clear his head, to think about where his life was headed, what he wanted to do with his life from here on out…"
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Edward stopped in his tracks when he smelt something. It smelt strongly like dog and earth. But instead of the scent being disgusting like it usually would be when a scent like that hit Edward's senses, the scent was actually calming, somewhat relaxing almost and considerably intoxicating, it was a scent that very much drew Edward closer.
The smell was coming from behind Edward, just a few feet away from where Edward stood. He turned slowly and cautiously because he already knew exactly what was behind him. The large russet coloured wolf growled but then the growl died in its throat when it saw the face that now looked at him with curiosity and slight amusement.
Edward watched in fascination as the large wolf began to shrink in size, as the thick hair covering the wolf's body slowly drew in and became shorter until there was none and slowly the dog like body begin to take human form. Edward stood there, frozen on the spot; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. An actual shifter, transforming, in front of him. It was as amazing as he'd thought it would be, maybe more so because of who was shifting.
Finally the wolf vanished, and in its place stood a large, well-built and very naked boy. Edward looked at the boy's dark skinned body for a moment – the broad shoulders, the washboard abs, the strong thighs, the long legs (Edward could look all night) – but then looked up at the boy's face.
Edward almost gasped when he saw the face. That beautiful, angelic face… Gone were the long dark silk locks that had framed that chubby cheeked face, gone was the twinkle in the boy's eyes; gone was that childish look that the boy had had. Now, before Edward, stood a Quileute Shifter, with the stoic expression, the always seriousness that all Quileute Shifters possessed, especially in front of vampires. Jacob Black had the same face Sam Ulley wore every day. That controlled look that Edward instantly hated.
"Why are you here, vampire?" Jacob asked. He wanted to sound angry, he really, honestly did. But he couldn't do it. Not when Jacob was talking to him, the man who'd stolen his heart so many years ago, before even Jacob had known what had happened, before he'd realised what he was.
"Jacob..." Edward said slowly. He could tell Jacob was trying to look angry, trying to sound it too. Jacob was trying to react the way any other self-respecting wolf would've acted when facing a vampire. "Jacob..." Edward stepped closer.
"Don't move!" Edward stopped for a moment, looking Jacob right in the face, but then stepped forward again. "I said don't move, vampire!" Edward stopped but once, waiting to see what Jacob would do, but when the shifter did nothing, he stepped forward. Jacob let out a growl, sounding more frustrated than angry or threatening.
"Are you going to hurt me Jacob?" Edward challenged, though there wasn't any heat. "If I step any closer, will you attack me?" Edward stepped even closer, now only a couple of feet away from Jacob.
"Please, stop," Jacob begged finally giving way to the emotions that had been urging to be let go. He'd spent too many hours imagining all the things he'd do to Edward Cullen if they ever met again. He could NOT be standing here butt naked, with Edward Cullen in front of him, staring at him.
"Why Jacob...? I've been waiting so long to see you again. Why must I leave now?" Jacob shook his head, trying to control his urges.
"You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice wavering. He cleared it and stood up straighter, trying to look threatening but knowing that he wasn't fooling Edward one bit.
"But my house is just through those trees Jacob." It wasn't exactly a lie. His house was through the trees. Just a few miles away... But still, through the trees. "Isn't it you that shouldn't be here." Jacob looked around. Edward was, sadly, sorta right. Jacob was no longer on his side of the land.
"I'll go then."
"NO!" Edward shuffled awkwardly at his own outburst. "I mean... Why not catch up. It has been three years, and you've certainly changed a lot in those three years."
"I can't." Edward couldn't hide his disappointment. "Maybe we could do it another time... when I'm actually dressed." Edward chuckled, resisting the urge to look at Jacob's body again, he did not want things that were supposed to stay hidden to start rising.
"Of course. But when and where? I don't want to wait another three years before I can see you again for a few moments." Jacob was quiet for a long moment then let out a sigh.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to Port Angeles to get parts for my car, we can meet at the diner across form the second hand car parts shop." A howl was heard. "I have to go, that's Sam." Edward nodded.
"Don't stand me up Jacob."
"Sure, sure." Jacob stepped back then quickly phased. His large wolf head nodded at Edward then turned and ran off into the woods. Edward sighed, leaning against a tree and smiling to himself. Finally! He was getting somewhere with his damned life.
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Angela could not believe how much she'd put in, in just registration. This stuff was just coming to her now. Like a wall had been bashed down and the inspiration was finally flowing out... Or in (whichever way one looks at it). Angela sighed, smiling to herself excitedly. She was so ready for the next part of her story... This was gonna be fun!
She shut her book and put it in her bag along with her pen. That's when she noticed that Edward was looking at her. She blushed and looked away. A few minutes later the bell rang and Angela rushed out the classroom and to her first lesson which she so happened to have with Bella.
"Lucky me..." Angela thought with sarcasm as she walked into the classroom.
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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…
''
Four horribly long lessons later it was finally break. Angela made her way to the library and went to the sunken couch in the corner. She was yet to find a 'sanctuary', so she just had to settle for this place for now and hope that no one – Edward Cullen – caught what she was doing.
Angela was about to pull out her journal when she spotted Edward walk into the library. She sighed, wondering why he was here considering his project was done. She sighed then got up from the couch and walked to one of the non-fiction bookshelves were she knew the few supernatural books in the school were kept.
Angela pulled out one of the newer books that the school had gotten and she went back to the couch. She began to slowly page through the book, skimming through the pages, none of it really standing out and grabbing her attention. She stopped at a certain page that she found interesting. She began to read the page she'd found.
"'In Stephan Meyer's books, some of his vampires possessed gifts that they'd carried over with them from their mortal lives...'" Angela looked at the words thoughtfully then continued to read. "'One of the main characters in his books 'Dusk', Edwella Sullen possessed the gift of channelling thoughts to people around her.'(1) Hmm..." Angela looked up and saw that the Cullen breed and Bella were now also in the library. She figured that the Cullen's were avoiding the crowd; why else would they be here?
Angela looked at the page she'd read and wondered if she could also use this kind of thing in her story? Well, nothing was stopping her. It's not like she'd ever publish it anyway. It was merely for her entertainment. So if she gave her characters gifts, it really wouldn't be seen as plagiarism, well she wouldn't see it as such!
So then… if Edward had a gift, what would it be? If any of the Cullen's had gifts, what would they have? Angela threw a quick glance at the Cullen's and found them all busy reading which gave her reason to look a while longer, just to try and figure out what gifts they'd have. Edward looked up and caught her eye and Angela quickly looked down at her book, her face heating up at being caught staring.
She decided to take the book out so she could read more at home. After getting the book Angela made her way back to the couch. She put the book in her bag; mentally reminding herself to read it some more, later, then took out her journal and pen.
"Jacob was exhausted when he'd finally got home. Sam had made them do extra patrolling hours, giving some excuse that he'd smelt vampires close to the area and wanted to make sure that everything was clear and safe. Jacob was sure that that wasn't the main reason, he was sure that something had pissed the guy off and he'd, sadly, taken it out on the pack... Well mostly on Jake, he always seemed to get the worst of it.
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Finally in his room, Jacob plunked himself on his bed, too tired to even go make himself something to eat. His whole body ached, just breathing hurt, and if he could, Jacob would've stopped, but since he needed it, he endured the pain it came with. Sam hadn't even allowed them to walk through the patrols; he'd wanted them to run, keep running and make sure there was no vampire trail lingering for them to hunt down.
Jacob sighed and turned over so he was lying on his back. He looked at the digital clock on the night stand and saw that it was just past three in the morning. He'd been planning on going to Port Angeles for car parts – and to meet Edward – but he didn't think he could now because of the pain he was in.
Someone knocked loudly on Jacob's door. He groaned, cursing himself for locking the door in the first place. He got up slowly – the pain he was in was abnormal for sure – and went and opened the door to find Sam standing there, looking irritated. Jacob frowned, feeling his own irritation rising.
"What?" he asked when Sam just stood there, looking like he owned the place.
"You've got first to third shift tonight," Sam said. Jacob gaped.
"What?"
"You heard me, third to first shift."
"But I went through all the shifts last night. I thought I was going to get a break tonight."
"Do you think those bloodsuckers take breaks from killing?" Jacob sighed. What? Was that another one of Sam's infamous rhetorical questions? Probably.
"Can't I at least take second and third shift? I'll even do fourth shift if I have to. Please Sam, I need the rest."
"Then I'm guessing you're too tired to go to Port Angeles for those parts you wanted." Jacob wanted to groan in frustration, but he held it back. He did not want to have any arguments, or even fights with Sam, he didn't have the energy and the house wasn't sturdy enough to survive a fight between two wolves.
"Sam..."
"You can have second to fourth shift, but that means you aren't going to Port Angeles coz you need the rest... Right?"
"I'll do first to third then."
"Too late, you're already doing second to forth; you can rest all you want through first."
"But-."
"And it's not up for discussion. Good night Jacob." Sam turned and without another word left the house. Jacob let out an irritated growl. Sam was a real asshole to Jacob. It had started when Jacob came home with that vampire smelling umbrella all those years ago.
Jacob had thought after he got rid of the umbrella – hid it in the back of his closet – Sam would get over the whole thing. But no. And things had only gotten worse when Jacob phased. It was like Sam deliberately over worked him because he knew Jacob couldn't do anything about it because Sam was the alpha, and the alpha's orders had to be obeyed at all times.
Jacob hated this, he hated Sam, he hated being a wolf, he hated that vampires existed and he seriously hated the fact that he was going to disappoint Edward by not showing up and he'd really wanted to meet up with the other guy and just talk to him.
Jacob sighed sadly then walked to his bed and got undressed and got into bed. He sighed once more then turned to his side slowly, nursing his aching body, until sleep took him.
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Angela bit her lip in wonderment. This is definitely NOT how things were supposed to be. Sam was NOT supposed to be so hard on Jacob, he wasn't supposed to be so mean and… and this! Sam was supposed to that awesome older brother type that Jacob could come to with any problem, not the bad guy…
But then again, Angela did want to keep things as real as possible, so she figured this worked just as well… well she hoped it worked just as well. From the few times Angela had seen him, Sam had seemed to be those no nonsense, unapproachable type of guys.
Angela shut her journal and shoved it in her bag. She got up and slung her bag over her shoulder and left the library. Her next destination was to find her sanctuary! She walked around the school for a long while, trying to find the perfect place to unleash her imagination.
At first she couldn't see anywhere comfortable or quiet enough, but after a few minutes of looking, Angela found a spot not too far from the school. It was actually where the forest began, it was quiet secluded and rather quiet. Angela smiled to herself as she made her way to it. She pulled off her jacket and lay it down then sat down and pulled out her journal.
Edward sat in the little diner looking out the window, waiting for Jacob to show up. He'd been sitting for a good three hours and he had little hope that Jacob was going to show up. He didn't want to admit it, but he was sure that he'd been stood up. It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit to himself or anyone.
With a sigh, Edward pulled out his wallet. There was really no use in waiting anymore. Jacob had stood him up and there was nothing he could do about it. He didn't have Jacob's number to call him and he couldn't exactly go to Jacob's house and find out why Jacob hadn't shown up. Edward would just have to find another way to speak to the wolf.
Getting up, Edward dumped a twenty on the table – a large tip for the waitress who'd been serving him and had been eyeing him since he'd walked in – and left the diner. He got into his car and with a sigh drove to Bella's since there was nothing better he could do with his time. It was sad that he was using Bella as a backup, but what could he do?
Hours later, when Bella had finally fallen asleep, Edward left and drove home to drop off his car. He didn't stay long enough to speak to his family, leaving his keys in his room; he left and went into the woods. He walked aimlessly for a few hours until that intoxicating scent he now associated with Jacob hit him.
With a small smile, Edward went over to where he could see the boy standing, looking a bit uncomfortable. All with good reason, Edward thought, Jacob had stood him up.
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"You stood me up Jacob," Edward said when he finally reached the boy.
"I'm sorry," Jacob said, sounding and looking sorry. "I had shifts and was really tired and by the time I woke up it was way too late to leave with a viable excuse and… I'm sorry." Edward sighed, nodding. He could see that Jacob was sorry, but he couldn't help but feel like there was more to it than just Jacob being tired. He didn't question it though.
"Well at least you're here now," Edward said with a smile. Jacob shook his head sadly.
"I can't stay. I caught your scent and only came to apologise. I've got two more shifts to go before I have to head home." Edward looked confused. He was sure that this was the time for third shifts; he'd heard the wolves switch shifts.
"But you've already done two!"
"I know. Just... I'm sorry." Before Edward could argue, Jacob had phased and was over the border and on his plot of land. Edward sighed, he felt like his heart was breaking.
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Angela sighed, shutting her journal. She wondered when her story had turned so sad. She was sure she'd wanted it to be lovey-dovey and happy, but now… now everything was so… angst like. She shrugged though; she could always change things around, make things better. That would be fine.
Opening a page at the back of the journal, Angela pulled out the supernatural book she'd gotten from the library. She began to read it and while doing so she took notes and started to plan out what gifts she was going to give which Cullen.
By the time it hit midnight, Angela had composed a list that had each Cullen, what gift they should have and why. She did one more quick glance at the list, doing a few adjustments then nodded to herself as she read over the completed list.
Name – Gift – Reason for gift
Carlisle Cullen – Extended compassion – he's always smiling and the few times I took my brothers to the hospital he was really nice.
Esmé Cullen – Motherliness – if all the things Bella tells us about her are true then that could definitely be befitting for the mother hen :)
Emmett Cullen – Unlimited strength – he's big enough for that.
Rosalie Hale – Beauty – giving her anything else would be unfair, she's already perfect!
Jasper Hale – Empathic – hardest to figure out, but sure, he seems in tune with everyone's emotions, I've noticed how he seems to keep away from people who're said, could even be a viable reason why he sticks with Alice, she's always so cheery.
Alice Cullen – Fortune Teller… okay, Seer – she's gotta have a good reason for why her eyes are so big right?! HAHA
Edward Cullen – Mind reader – don't even need to think about it (pun! I think…) He always looks at people with such intensity, like he's trying to read their minds!
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With a final nod, Angela packed her journal and pen then got ready for bed, putting her PJ's on, brushing her teeth and saying her prayers. With one final glance at her journal, she shuffled into her bedding and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
To Be Continued…
I'm back baby! I keep saying that, but this time, I'm really back, I'm so back it'll be like I never left :)).
(1) Smart cookie me changing Twilight like that… *LoL*
Anywhoo…
(",) MwahzZ