I do not own Twilight.
So, I've decided to write the story of Alice and Bella in a flashback, because I think it will be the most interesting. This will be another multi-parter so that each chapter is not too long compared to the rest of the chapters.
Enjoy!
A/N: I know some of you were confused, but Alice is not Edward's brother. They are just classmates. Emmett is Edward's older brother.
High school, Senior year, Spring
The party at Jacob Black's house has been in full swing for the past five hours.
Despite my initial reluctance to come, and Edward's passive-aggressive reasons for why I should come, I am having more fun than I thought I would be at a party thrown by one of the La Push guys. Tonight is the first time I have ever met Jacob Black, though Edward often speaks highly of him. Apparently, they've been friends since they were ten, when Jacob dared Edward to jump from the highest rock in the cove and Edward rose to the challenge.
I met Jacob earlier in the night outside of the garage of his small shack, standing beside a massive motorcycle that gave me anxiety when I thought of Edward ever riding such a contraption. He was tall and tan and nice, but that was about the furthest I had gotten with him before Edward steered me in a different direction, towards the actual party and away from the group of five, long-haired boys standing around various bikes, quads, and jet-skis. I think he didn't like the way a few of the younger ones were looking at me; apparently, boys and girls didn't tend to integrate down here.
Edward had stayed by my side, as promised, the entire night until half an hour ago when he joined a game of beer pong. Instead of playing or watching, I had sought out Alice, knowing she would be a bit more interesting to my quickly exhausting mind. My buzz had worn off an hour ago and is now replaced with a gnawing desire to go home, change into sweatpants, and curl up in my bed.
With Edward, of course.
But I can't find Alice and so I am doubling back into the kitchen-turned-game-room, my eyes scanning the seemingly hundreds of heads for the telltale mess of bronze locks. When I spot him, my stomach does a strange flip at the sight of his cheek-splitting grin. The dimples are on display, and I stand and watch for a moment, suddenly sobered by the sight.
I haven't seen him so happy, so relaxed in quite some time, what with the past couple of months.
He isn't even playing anymore, rather watching another tournament, so I feel less badly about sidling up beside him.
He does a double take when he sees me looking up at him, and his crooked grin is making an appearance, his emerald eyes even brighter than usual what with the alcohol running in his system.
"Hi, baby," he says and leans down to press his lips to my cheek, which turns into running them to my ear, and down my throat. I am not drunk enough for this sort of public affection and I can already feel my face heating up as my eyes scan to see if anyone is watching.
"Edward," I say, pulling back from him just a bit. His fingers tighten on my waist as though to remind me that he is there, as if I could ever forget.
"Can we go soon?" I ask.
The smile slips from his face, his eyes glinting darkly and I sigh, pressing a hand to his chest.
"Nothing happened," I assure him quickly, and his eyes soften a hint. "I'm just tired."
He skims a thumb beneath my eye, nearly poking me in the eye in his drunken state, and nods his head. "Let me just tell Jake that we're heading out," he says.
"Okay," I answer, but the word is muffled as he covers my mouth with his. The kiss is sloppy and tastes like rum and Edward, but he's smiling against my lips and I can't help but to giggle when he pulls back. He's still smiling, his hazy eyes nearly translucent.
"I'll meet you at the car," he says over the blaring music around us. "I think you'll have to drive."
I'm smiling and shaking my head knowingly because I always drive if we go out because I know he will drink too much. It's sort of an unspoken rule with us; one that I don't mind. I'm not into the alcohol, anyways. Especially with my stepdad being a police officer a town over.
I weave my way through the crowd, waving at a few people as a goodbye, and stand beside the old Challenger (it was my choice of car tonight; Edward and his father had just finished revamping the engine). I stare up at the night sky to pass the time.
By the time I hear the fight, I've already traced twenty different constellations.