Ok, so first off I'd like to say how ridiculously sorry I am for being such a huge fail at updating.
I woke up boxing day to to crying boys and the mess that always comes with Christmas. Turns out T got an ear infection
and JJ was just being cranky 'cause his brother was. Then my internet company -they just loooove to mess me around, I tell you-
shut my connection off so I've been arguing almost non-stop with them since the day after boxing day.
Not a happy Mama.
Enough with my moaning though. Here's chapter six, number seven should be up within the next couple of days, but
inspiration hit whilst my internet was down and I've begun an original novel in my -very limited- spare time. The summary will be
at the bottom, if you're interested :)
Love to you awesome people for sticking with me! Enjoy!
Thunderous Quite
Chapter Six
~ Edward Cullen ~
First days had never really been all that good for me, looking back at my life.
My first day at kindergarten I tripped over some kid's shoe and skinned my knees, bringing an innocent girl down with me. Thankfully she wasn't really injured. I guess the fact that she landed on me and I took her fall as well as my own softened the blow in more than one way.
On my first day at middle school Em embarrassed me infront of the few friends I'd made my lunch time by reminding my that I had a dance lesson right after school. It was Mom's bright idea to put me through a year's ballroom tutoring and it'd been ok until it was announced to everyone in the lunchroom. I hadn't spoken to Em for nearly two weeks after that and at my insistence Mom removed me from the dance class so I could focus on my music.
High school was in a league of its own when I arrived late with Em after Dad's car broke down and we had to wait in the pouring ran for a tow truck. We both got detentions for the rest of the week and my science teacher hated me for the entire year. Thinking about it, most of my science teachers did. Maybe he told them all to be twats to me 'cause of that first day.
My first day at college was reasonably ok until I realized that trying to follow my dad's plan for my life wasn't gonna happen. Medicine wasn't my thing no matter how good my grades had been and it took two classes for me to figure that out. I'm super squeamish, always have been.
As far as first days go, spending one in Studio One with Em, Rose, Jazz, Ali and Bells had been the best yet.
Back in Seattle we'd all had to work at least one job so we could get enough money scraped together to book studio time in between going to bars and restaurants trying to get gigs playing. Those were my favorite jobs, playing at clubs and bars. The atmosphere and tips were great and we made a lotta friends bar hopping. It didn't hurt that on our bar crawls we often got free drinks when the owners or patrons recognized us.
Here in LA we were being paid to spend time in the studio. In fact, a blatantly gay guy and his assistant arrived just after lunch to measure us all up for our dinner outfits. 'Elegantly casual' he said. I dunno, I just let the girl get on with it and enjoyed the glances Bells was sending her the whole time. Who knew the little thing had a fiery side, huh?
"So, handsome, what do you play?" Feeling the opportunity to wind Bells up was too irresistible I smiled at the redhead and cocked my head to one side a little.
"Keyboard, guitar, mainly vocals."
She batted her lashes and smiled wider. "Oh, so you're good with your fingers then." I almost laughed out loud at her blatant innuendo but just managed to stop myself.
"Of-fuckin'-course. A botoxed bimbo. Perfect." My brother's familiar guffaw made me turn slightly and what I saw made me scowl. It wasn't Bells who'd reacted badly like I'd hoped. Ali was facing me with her arms crossed, foot tapping and angry expression in place. Bells, however, was sitting with Rose on the sofa with their heads close together and grins on their faces as Rose snapped photos. It wasn't difficult to imagine what they'd look like from her angle with me standing with my legs spread slightly and the redhead kneeling in front of me. Well that plan worked really fuckin' well, Dickward.
I grumbled, "what the fuck are you doin'?" and took a big step backwards just as the woman lost her balance and fell forwards, landing flat on her face with an ear-grating shriek.
"Victoria! For Heaven's sake, woman!" The leopard print clad guy and his assistant Victoria were shooed out by Ali after he'd ripped Victoria a new one and Ali told us all to get to work and she'd be back in a couple of hours. I had no doubt that she'd rip the execs a new one each for sending in stylists when she was supposedly ours anyway and she'd been my unofficial stylist for ages now whether I liked it or not, so she'd be fine sorting shit for us to wear tonight with Jane's Daddy.
Oh yeah, another reason my first day was so damn good? Jane was called away 'mysteriously' an hour after she joined us in the studio. Hair emergency or something, she said. The looks Ali, Rose and Bells were shooting each other said something different, not that I mentioned it. I was just happy to get rid of her annoying ass voice and her endless attempts to get me to go on another date with her. Never-fuckin'-again was I going near that.
"We need to get the last part of Wasted Light hammered out, guys. It's one of the first Felix wants to hear and so far it's about two minutes long." I grinned over at Jazz and carried on strumming lightly.
"Chill out, bro, we got plenty'a time." Em tossed a chip at him and grinned as he shoved a handful more in his mouth. "'Sides, we're waitin' on your lyrics."
We all looked back to Jazz for his retort, not expecting him to smile wryly and wave a sheet of paper in the air. "And what d'you call these, jackass?" Without waiting for an answer he pulled a couple more sheets from his bag and passed them round so we all had some.
I read through them and nodded to myself, agreeing that, "these'll work, Jazzman. Good job, bro."
He smiled proudly and grabbed his bass. He'd had it since he was a kid and it was a fuck awesome instrument; it was a dark red Gibson Midtown and everyone we saw at gigs admired it. Rose picked up her guitar and I set the one I'd been messing with back on it's bracket before moving over to the mic stand. Em was already behind the drums so he grabbed up the sticks and started doing tricks with them while we waited for Jai and Kyle to get set up.
"Hey guys, where'd'you want me?" We all looked at Bells as though she was an alien and she rolled her eyes with a small smile. I'd completely forgotten already that she'd need to be directed at least a little for a while so she knew where she stood. I glanced over to Jazz to see what he wanted.
He smirked, "I've written the lyrics with you in mind, Bells. Join Eddie over there and I'll let you battle it out for yourselves. We'll play it through once so you get a feel for the music and the pace, then just jump on in when you're ready." Jazz tilted his head to one side once she'd hopped on over and was standing right next to me. "You guys think you're up for a little challenge?"
Just at the same moment we looked down-up at each other and grinned evilly. "Of-fuckin'-course." Were her final words before the pre-recorded portion of the track filtered through the speakers and the others got to work joining in. There was a short ten second intro before the lyrics started and I used them to covertly glance down at Bells beside me. Her arms were loose by her sides and with every breath she took one of them lightly brushed mine; it was driving me insane. As if it wasn't enough that my dick twitched with every burst of eye contact or glance at her smooth, pale legs and the toned skin of her stomach. Oh shit. Now I had to deal with having her right by me smelling a little of sex and a lot like my favorite shampoo and shower gel. Thanks a bunch, Jazz.
I started to sing and concentrate on Jazz's writing instead of the distraction he'd placed so frustratingly close. "That time when we were crossin' the Atlantic, the moment now we reached the middle. You turned to me and said somethin' romantic, 'I've won the race and you're the medal'. And all the ocean liners we were passin', are nothing on a sail and whistle. And as the waves were rollin' we were dancing, like we had enough to lose a little." I smiled a little and held up two thumbs to Jazz, letting him know the adjusted lyrics fit. Rose and Em were smiling too and now with my approval Jazz let himself loose. "So sure, we were contenders. So strong, and willing to fight..." The chorus had completely changed so I flicked my eyes over it in the split second I had before the music called for it, almost stopping when I suddenly wasn't the only one singing.
"But it's a long way down when you're far from the ground. And I've been falling most of my life." Bells' voice was sweet and high but had a slightly husky, rough tone to it too. It sounded pure fuckin' sexy, plain and simple, and I had a few issues keeping my own voice even as we sang the rest of the song together.
"That was great, guys! Edward, Isabella...you guys were awesome. D'you think you could all try that again and we'll record it? Obviously it needs work still but I'd say that's your best shot at the moment." We all grinned at Kyle through the glass, turning back to face each other. The feeling of having someone who'd recorded with the likes of people we looked up to saying that we were great...yeah, I was pretty sure we were all feeling it right about then. Bells reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling it to her arm.
"Fuckin' pinch me Edley. I swear he just said we were great." I chuckled and pinched her lightly, grinning wider when she yelped and glared up at me like an angry kitten. "Shit, you fucker! I didn't mean actually do it!"
My eyebrows pulled together, "but you said..."
Em laughed loudly from his stool. "Jeez, little brother, don'tcha know that when a girl asks you to do something stupid it's usually an excuse to yell at you? Motherfuck-OW, Rosie!"
She pulled her hand back and rolled her eyes towards Bells, who giggled. "Well you don't need any help in the stupid department, meathead."
My brother rubbed the spot on the back of his head she'd hit and waggled his eyebrows at her. "Yeah, but you looooove me."
I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the wall like Bells. "For some reason, yeah, guess I do." Rose and Em shared sappy, lovesick smiles and Jazz fake-gagged. I shot him a look, knowing he'd never have done that if Ali was still here. That shithead's as whipped at the other two, which is a good thing for him really 'cause if he messed our little sis around me and Em beat the shit out of him, best friend-slash-brother or not.
"Ok, now your lovers fest is over...think we can get some work done?" We all shared amused looks before nodding and getting back in position. "Good. Jai, hit the..." I tuned Kyle out again and prepared myself for the inevitable surge of lust as soon as Bells opened her mouth and wrapped her silky tongue around the words of Wasted Light.
I lost my focus thinking about her talented tongue wrapping around more than just words and got myself told off three times by Kyle, Rose and Bells herself. Fuckin' typical that her angry little pout and crossed arms would only make the problem downstairs even worse.
~ TQ ~
When an acne ridden kid came to get us later that afternoon ready to get sorted for dinner with Jane's 'Daddy' it was with heavy hearts that we dragged ourselves out of Studio One. We'd nailed down lyrics for Wasted Light and spent most of the day getting it to a better standard. It was still far from perfect and we had a good ways to go with it but all of us were much happier now then we had been at first, Jazz especially. He'd admitted earlier that he'd been worried we'd either think the lyrics were too slow and mushy, Bells wouldn't fit with us as well as we'd hoped or she wouldn't like the lyrics or the song. Thankfully we didn't have to deal with any of those issues and we'd only changed a couple of the words around just to make it all flow better.
"So Eddie, shall we wait for you tomorrow mornin' or will you be getting a chauffeur driven escort courtesy of Daddy Starbucks?" Rose jibed as we headed to the exit and our car.
I rolled my eyes, shoved my hands in my pockets and walked faster in an attempt to get away from her. If I didn't bite she might just shut up before Bells realized exactly how we'd ended up with Jane following us around in the first place. Of course with my friends it wouldn't be that easy.
"Looks like you got your answer, Rosie. Hey Eddie, think you could get us our own sparkly pink limo? I know you've got some kind of voodoo shit goin' on with the Volturi's." Em got in on the teasing and I groaned internally.
"Goddammit, Emmett." I snapped after a couple more minutes of remarks, turning to face them. Em was grinning, Rose was smiling innocently, Jazz had a small smile on his face as he read something on his cell and Bells was eyeing me strangely. I shook off the odd feeling the latter gave me and focused on Em again. "Just leave it, all right? There's fuck all between me and Jane-the-fuckin'-pain. You got it?" It annoyed me even more that I was letting him get to me when it was obvious that's what he wanted to do. The worst part was I couldn't stand the thought that Bells would assume me and Jane were together or something, not after last night.
God, last night...In my head I can still see her coal black eyes, darkened by want. The rosy flush of her cheeks, her lips so swollen by my kisses that they're blood red and so damn tempting it hurts. Her hair, fanned over the pillows as I pump into her so hard she has to grip my shoulders to stop herself from hitting the headboard, even if it is cushioned.
"Yo, little brother? You in there, man?" I blink and refocus on Em's face just as we reach the lobby, realizing that he'd been towing me along with his meaty arm 'round my shoulders. "Hey, guys, we'll meet ya out there." He waved the others off and told them to go out to the car, holding onto me despite my protests. Then he turned so he was facing me, gripped the tops of my arms and looked me in the eye. "I've got your back, man, you can't kid a kidder. 'Specially not me. Now we've all seen the way you and Bells keep lookin' at each other and it ain't my job to tell you who to date or whatever-the-fuck, but she's part of the group now and if shit gets messy it won't just be you in the shit, you get me?" Em's tone and expression told me he was serious so I forced a small grin on my face and nodded, grateful that he was looking out for me even if I didn't think I needed it.
"Thanks, Em. Look, there's nothin' going on between us, we're just goofing off and getting to know each other, ok? Shit isn't gonna get messy, don't worry. I wouldn't do that to you guys and from what I know of Bells, she wouldn't either." My tone wavered a tiny bit when I said that there was nothing going on between us. It sparked me thinking about whether or not I wanted there to be somethin' going on. Whether Bells would be sleeping in my room again tonight or hers.
My dick was very much up for dragging Bells back to my room right now, to hell with waiting 'til tonight, but the more rational side of my body knew it'd be a bad idea to carry this on. A one night stand, fine. But a full on affair type situation? As bad as it sounds, repeat performances aren't exactly my thing.
"You comin' or not? We've gotta get ready and we haven't got that long 'til the car comes to the hotel." We both turn at the sound of Bells' impatiently huffed words, the small smirk on her face belying her frustration.
Em drops my arms and we both stroll out of the lobby with Bells as I smile slightly, "s'not our fault we don't need as much time as you girls to make yourselves look good."
She looks up at me from my side and winks, her eyes sparkling and full of mischief; I'm almost worried. "Don't you worry, fellas. We won't need as long as you think to make ourselves pretty tonight." With that she shakes her hair out and jogs to the car, bending freaking obscenely as she gets inside. I clench my hands at my sides and groan internally, not liking the way my whole body heats at Em's whistle of appreciation or the way my dick perks up immediately at the great view of her ass in those tiny shorts.
"Ed, man, I get that she's hard to resist and all that shit but I'm grateful you're gonna do it for the band. Means a lot, bro." Em claps me on the shoulder and throws himself into the car with a yell for 'my Rosie!' I take a moment to compose myself, will away the hard on and pretend I don't feel completely fuckin' guilty for lying to Em about me and Bells and what has or hasn't happened.
The only thing I can think of to get rid of my guilt is the fact that I'm strong enough to make sure shit doesn't get complicated and what happened last night -fuckin' phenomenal or not- doesn't happen again.
~ TQ ~
"Motherfuckin'-cocksuckin'-bullshittin' load of fuckery."
"Woah, man! Chill the fuck out!" I slam my head on the door and follow it up with my fist. Jazz's hand lands on my shoulder and he squeezes to get my attention. When I tilt my head towards him slightly he cocks an eyebrow, "what's up? I thought you were gonna put your head through that, then." He nods towards the door I'm still leaning my head and fist on and I scowl.
"Nothin'." My grumbled reply is so obviously a lie but it's not like I can admit -after the talk Em had with me back at the studios- that the reason I'm having a toddler-esque tantrum is the sinful way Bells is dressed.
When she emerged from Rose's bedroom with her and Ali a few minutes ago I seriously considered saying to hell with it, throwing her over my shoulder and locking us in either her suite or mine for the foreseeable future.
What makes matters worse is it's not even a particularly sexy dress on its own, just a fluffy netting type material that's slightly longer in the back with normal straps and a thin gold belt around her waist. It's like a red wine kind of color and the way it sets off her pale skin and dark hair makes me hard as a fuckin' rock, miles of creamy white skin just begging for me to touch it. The black heels with gold trim don't help either, making her calves flex every time she takes a step in them. My eyes catch every movement and it's not without effort on my part to concentrate on something -anything- else.
Apparently the dinner tonight isn't formal but it isn't exactly a jeans and tee occasion either, so us guys are all in shirts. Em's is black to match Rose's black dress with little gold stud type things, Jazz's is lilac to match Ali's green and lilac plaid dress and mine is 'sandstone' according my little pixie sister.
Nobody needed to ask Ali to know that she'd intended for my shirt to match the gold belt on Bells' dress.
She always has been a meddler.
"Riiiiiight. Of course you're fine. All right Ed, we'll play it your way. You ready to go or what?" Steeling myself for the thirty minute drive I'm going to have to deal with in close proximity to Bells, I nod determinedly and spin round to follow Jazz back through the doors to Em and Rose's lounge.
Everyone's just where I left them but I ignore them all and head straight to the door, hurrying behind Riley who was out in the hall on his cell but hung up quickly when he spotted me.
"Are you-" he opens his mouth and starts to ask if I'm ok. Chances are I won't be able to get out a full sentence without snapping so I settle for a few simple words.
"Fine. Let's go."
"O-ok. Right."
All the way to the big SUV parked right outside I listened to the others behind me. Em was telling Bells about the time we went to the Space Needle with Mom, Dad, our uncle and aunt Aro and Heather and their two kids, Marcus and Caius. We all ate way too much and Em threw up when we got to the top. Once he's finished telling the disgusting story everyone -including me- is astonished to find out that Bells has lived in Forks, a few hours away from Seattle, all her life and has never been to the Space Needle.
At my parents' house we have a whole album full of the numerous times we went there during our childhood and teenage years.
When we reach the SUV I climb into the back with a sigh of relief when Riley joins me. I might not like the guy but sitting next to Bells right now probably isn't the best idea. I doubt the others would appreciate me jumping her in the back seat. I feel my mouth quirk into a small smile as I consider that Bells most likely wouldn't complain, but it's quickly squashed when Em says something loudly from in front of me and I'm reminded of his words earlier.
"I'm grateful you're gonna do it for the band." It plays on a loop in my head 'til we pull up outside the restaurant Jane's 'Daddy' chose.
I hop out last, storming towards the door with an aggravated scowl. Out by the SUV the valet attendant, a short guy with longish black hair, is flirting so damn obviously with Bells and she's lapping it up. The sight of her smiling at him makes my chest ache and pisses me off.
The guy inside opens the door for me as I reach the entrance just as Bells lets out a peal of laughter from behind me. Something inside my body snaps and I find myself suddenly infuriated.
My fists clench at my sides, my feet are stuck where I stand and all I can do is inhale deeply to try and quell the irrational feelings of posession where Bells is concerned.
It's stupid 'cause Bells can flirt and laugh with whoever she wants just like I can.
But all my mind keeps repeating as she once again laughs at something the dickhead says is...
She's mine, dammit.
So I'd like to point out that Stephenie Meyer is God and she owns Twilight and all associated characters. I just like to play with them.
Wasted Light is one of my favourite ever Ronan Keating songs and my son loves singing the chorus. He doesn't know the rest of the words, so he just hums those. The 'Daddy Starbucks' reference is from the amazing Annie. I take no credit what-so-ever for either of them.
Thank you to those who pm'd wishing T a happy birthday; he asked me to high five you all so just imagine that I am lol! He got a Ben10 bike from Gramps and Grammy which he hasn't stopped pushing around the house and I'm starting to think I'll never get him out of the Spiderman costume he got either. Safe to say it's been absolutely insane in my house this past few weeks, but at least my parents finally took their stinky dog home with them and I can get my house back in somewhat normal order!
Like I said up top, I'm writing an original novel and it's spiralling out of control faster than ol' Eddie's temper :S Here's the summary. Let me know if you're interested in a little more, and I might just send you a tid-bit in exchange for a review of Thunderous Quiet. :P
"Sorry, but I don't need any part-time people
in my life. You're either with me or you're not.
You can't just come and go as you please."
One night changed everything for Darcy Cameron and her family. Her son Lisle
changed her perception of love, life and happiness and led her to leave a very
different life to the one she'd always imagined.
Darcy's words hadn't always protected her well in the past, so when she uttered them
for a second time around faced with the man who was no longer the boy she'd once
feared with her heart, would they keep her and Lisle safe where they'd once failed?
