The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: # 11
Pen Name: GemmaH
Pairing/Character(s): Alice, Bella, Edward, Jasper
Rating: K
Word Count: 495
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"Sheesh, Alice, I'm cooking in here!" she says to me. I glance across. She's leaning out of the window, letting the wind whip her hair back from her face so it flows behind her like a stream of chocolate-brown ribbons. Her eyes are closed and a blissed-out look adorns her face. I smile; it's good to see the stress of the last few months disappear from her features. She ducks back inside the car and her head appears beside mine as she leans forward. "Thank you," she says. I don't reply, just reach my right arm across in front of her and cup her cheek with my hand.
Something catches my eye at the side of the road up ahead. We've been driving through the dusty red barrenness for so long now, that a change to the nothingness is patently obvious before you can even make out what it is.
As we draw closer I can see it's a car, hood raised. A figure leans languidly back against the side of it, all classic blue jeans and white t-shirt. I slow without even giving any thought to it.
"Damn," Bella breathes reverently, right next to my ear.
"Damn indeed," I agree, veering to the right and pulling over.
"Honey trap for lonely women?" She sounds far from concerned. I laugh quietly.
He's straightening up, pushing away from the car and looking right at us, a crooked grin coming lazily to life.
"Well if it is a trap, what a way to go," I murmur, pushing the door open.
"Thank fuck," he says. "You're the first car we've seen in over two hours." He runs his hands through his hair and I glance at Bella. She's gone. Not literally, she's still standing right beside me, but she's swooning pitifully over the handsome stranger.
"We?" I ask.
"My friend Jasper. He went to see if he can get any phone reception." He gestures off to the expanse of reddish dirt at the side of the road, where a figure approaches.
"Nothing," he calls as he gets closer. "I see you're having better luck, though." He's tall, and perfectly built, but not bulky. His hair is blond, and it's strange because I never go for blonds. Ever. But him? I don't know… something just draws me in.
Bella has apparently been rendered mute by white t-shirt guy, who coincidentally is named Edward, so I do the decent thing and offer them a ride to the nearest town. It's an hour and a half away, they tell me. As Jasper loads the last of their stuff into the trunk and Edward slides into the back seat beside Bella, Jasper ducks his face towards me.
"Where are you ladies headin', anyway?" he asks, a southern twang unmistakable in his accent. I shrug.
"We're looking for an adventure," I tell him, slamming the trunk down.
"Well, Alice" he says, his hand brushing my waist as he moves past me. "It looks like you just found one."