Never Been Kissed
Full Summary - She's never been hip, never been cool, never been in. . . . . . until now. Now in college, Bella is given a chance to be what she's always wanted, by a certain Alice Cullen. Alice does it as a favour, for their friendship, but what happens when Edward Cullen, playboy extraordinaire decides he rather likes the new and improved Bella Swan? Sparks zoom off, and tempers fire up, of course. Will be VERY loosely based on the film.
Disclaimer – Nope, not mine, and it never will be. The OC's will be mine, but will be strongly based on real people.
Warnings – The following story will include: some swearing, mentions of sex, and crude jokes. Nothing smutty. Characters will keep some of their talents, just in milder form, like Jasper will still be able to calm people down easily. And Edward can tell what people are thinking. Will be staying rating T.
Chapter Title – Stars & Stripes
Chapter quotes –
Have you ever seen a shooting
star
Way up in the sky?
Have you wished on one really hard?
Or ever wondered why,
Some wishes don't come true,
Or
some seem like lies.
Or is there someone special for you,
Who
holds you when you cry?
Someone that makes you smile,
And
never lets you frown.
And always makes your world spin
Perfectly
round and round.
Well I know that someone's out there,
You
know that special person,
That finds you beautiful in every way,
And no matter what always seems to care
How you think, laugh,
and love.
Who listens to what you say.
So next time when you
look up above,
Way up in the sky,
Look for a shooting star,
And make a wish
Because we'll always wonder why. – Found
on a Poetry site (by Amanda)
Warnings – VERY perverted innuendo. Nothing to smutty though. Remember it's still T. Though I do advise anyone not in senior school not to read the end bit.
Bella
Wish upon a shooting star and your wish will come true; that's what Renee always said to me. There are never any shooting stars when you want them and when you know longer need them they are all there. Rather like parents. All I want at the moment is for a huge hug and for someone to tell me how much they love me, but it'll never happen. With both my parents I am the adult and they the child. Charlie is an amazing father, but we don't express ourselves enough, never an 'I love you'. Renée is much the same, but still she doesn't really know me, even though she is more a parent sometimes that Charlie. But then again does anyone?
I often wonder how many times I've wished upon stars, both shooting and normal; that my parents would tell me they love me, without me saying it first. Yet they still fail to do so. Maybe it's a curse, to be born with the brains and not the love. But I would gladly swap everything I have just to hear them say 'I love you Bella' just once without me saying it first.
I wish for many things. Maybe one day my wish will come true.
Cullen is really something. That boy is most confusing person I have ever met and at the same time it both annoys me and captivates me. He is another thing I wish about. I wish I could fully understand him; but not just him all men. Men are almost a different race to us women; but I am sure they say the same about us. But they are. Really, truly they are. They say one thing and yet they mean another thing entirely. It confuses me so much, and as we know, I confuse easily.
I wish I could read boys as well as I read in English. But we never get what we wish for do we?
So back to why Cullen is something; I am currently Christmas shopping for Alice and Cullen. Believe me I didn't want to get something for him, but after I'm getting something for Alice and for Carlisle and Esme, for having me over for the holidays I suppose I should get something for Edward. But I really don't want to.
What should I get for him? He's in the football team, so I could get him something stripy with 'Beckham' on the back. Or maybe something with Yellow and Purple stripes; they are after all the college colours. But I think purple would clash with him eyes; green and purple don't 'mesh well' as Alice puts it.
Speaking of Alice I really need to get her a present. I can rule out clothes, they are basic and preside; she doesn't need them does she? Look at her wardrobe. She isn't really a jewellery person, she hates people who wear loads… says they remind her of chavs. I don't blame her I hate chavs.
Ahh well. Screw it.
Esme and Carlisle can have socks and vases. Alice should be happy enough with some money. Cullen can have his shirt.
I just hope I can get it all for $70.
December 25th - Christmas Dinner, Around 3PM
Esme and Carlisle were so nice to me. Nice. God I hate that word, my English teacher in high school used to have a fit whenever someone used it. I swear most of the detentions earned were because someone used it. But the thing is, right now, I can't think of a word to describe them. I guess I could use kind, but that's almost as bad.
But whatever.
Esme and Carlisle and exactly what I wish my parents would be like. They thanked me for their presents and Esme drew me into a hug and told me how thoughtful I was. My parents never do that.
I really need to stop comparing them to my parents, their not my parents and they never will be. Thank God. Because no offense to them, I'm not sure I could stomach having Cullen as a brother. But if that were the case maybe he would stop looking at me as though I'm something particularly sweet he wants to eat, because to be honest, it's starting to piss me off. And I'm pretty sure I don't taste that nice, hell I don't even smell nice since I lost my mango scented shampoo.
I got pretty nice presents though, mostly. Esme and Carlisle got me some of the televised drama versions of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre. I don't really like the dramatisations, their inaccurate but it was thoughtful of them, it proves they checked with Alice what I like though. Alice got me makeup, though she did get me a book I'd been dying for, but still makeup. I'm going to try and bin it when she's not looking. She shouldn't be to upset. But carrying on. Even her gift of makeup was more fitting than Cullen's. I must have blushed, too much; thank God Esme and Carlisle didn't see it. A sex book, and then he'd written in it, 'Because I know you don't get any –Yours, Edward.'
I mean really.
Sick pervert.
When I get my hands on him I'm going to get his balls and permanently lodge them up his hair ass!
I don't feel so good now.
Note to self: don't think about Cullen's balls at dinner. Scrap that. Don't think about them ever!
I was having such a nice dinner as well. Esme really did outdo anything I have ever cooked, no wonder Alice always says school food can't measure up to ay thing she has at home. Really, truly, Esme is amazing.
A thought just struck me, as thoughts do when you're thinking.
I'm a horrible person.
I keep saying how brilliant Esme and Carlisle are, compared to my own parents. I'm a horrible person. I love my parents they've always been there for me. Maybe its selfish of me just to want one little thing? Maybe it isn't. But I really need to grow up. I'll call them tomorrow.
December 25th – Bella's room at the Cullen's, Around Midnight.
I swear it's usually Christmas Eve you can't sleep? Well Christmas Eve was last night and I slept fine. Actually I slept better than fine; the beds here are so comfy. But still, I should be able to sleep, but I can't, sleep seems to be evading me. I must have been trying for hours now.
Maybe I'll go downstairs and get a drink.
Yeah I'll do that.
…
You know, for an old house, which this house definitely is, it definitely doesn't creak very much. Probably a good thing, otherwise I'm pretty sure I would have woken everyone up by now, I'm not exactly light footed am I?
"GAAAA!"
Definitely not light footed, seeing as how I just fell down the stairs. I hope I didn't wake anyone up.
No I didn't. No ones moving about. Let carry on. I think I'll go to the lounge; I might be able to sleep on the sofas.
Well it looks like I won't be able to sleep on my favourite sofa, seeing as how Cullen is sprawled out on it apparently fast asleep. He looks so peaceful lying here, I don't want to wake him up and ask him to move. I hope he isn't awake because otherwise he's going to open his eyes to find me leaning over him, and I'm not exactly clothed for a meeting. My pyjamas consist of a top saying 'Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them!' and matching shorts, and the top isn't very big. I suppose that's what you get for telling Rose you need new pyjamas for Christmas.
"Hello Swan."
"I didn't mean to wake you, sorry, I'll just go, yeah, go, right now…" and that sentence started out so well as well! This is so frustrating.
"Oh no, don't leave on my account, I've got a very nice view here," he grinned up at me his eyes flashing down before going back to my face.
What's he looking at?
Crap. My boobs are falling out of this top. Pervert! Looking down my top, how dare he? Though I guess it is my fault for leaning over him watching him sleep.
"Cullen, stop being a pervert and move up!"
He obliges.
Wow.
5minutes later
Because this isn't at all awkward is it? He's staring at me or at my boobs rather, and I'm staring at him. There must be other things more interesting in here than him. Really there must be.
There's not.
"Okay, look Cullen, I just want to sleep, so can you get of the sofa so I can?"
"I'm not stopping you Swan, feel free to use me."
"I don't particularly want to use you anywhere Cullen."
"Touché."
"Don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"Swan, this is my house."
"Whatevarrrr," yawning while talking, not good. That can go on my list of stupid things I've done.
"Jesus Swan, your mouth's big, recon I could fit down there?"
What the hell?!
"Cullen, that's disgusting, you SICK boy!"
"Don't deny you don't want me Swan."
"No, I really don't, I'd rather have sex with Newton than touch you with a ten foot pole!"
He stood up and stretched, his shoulders cracked as he moved them and he winced.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Swan, just admit you want me," he moved so he was leaning over me, and my back pressed into the sofa.
"Cullen, get the hell away from me."
He moved closer and I instinctively shrank back further into the sofa, his lips were centimetres away when I felt myself sway alarmingly, despite my best efforts to stay still.
"For someone who says so much Swan, and acts like they know everything and isn't sacred of anyone, you sure are a prude," he grinned and retreated away from me and walked out the room leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Basterd.
I wished upon a shooting star as
I lay alone one night;
To send me someone wonderful who'd love me
all my life,
Someone really special who would take me as his own;
Then that shooting star exploded, leaving me in darkness all
alone - I wished upon a shooting star, Andrea Kennedy
End Chapter – Review?
Okay, I hope you liked this chapter; it was more Bella's deep thoughts than anything else. Not really much going on. I loved the quotes/ poems I was able to find, they are truly spectacular, I recommend you finish the Andrea Kennedy one; it is simple outstanding. Let me know what you thought of the poems though.
Anyways, thank you for your reviews in the last chapter. I know the poem is moving slowly, but I don't want to speed it up, after all, love doesn't happen over night. Unless you read really stupid romance novels.
About this chapter; Beckham is the only player I know except for Rooney and the one with nice hair. And I know he plays for L.A galaxy, so it's a safe bet that some American guys like him. Hopefully. Sorry I'm not more original.
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