I awake to the harsh wailing of my morning alarm. With groggy annoyance I roll over and switch it off. I have the urge to just cover my head with my pillow and go back to sleep but something keeps nagging at the back of my mind as i lie here eyes closed.
Whatever. Just ten more minutes.
Have you ever had that feeling of worry even when you are asleep? The worry you had forgotten something or someone important so you just drift restlessly in and out of consciousness never quite able to come to a completed thought? That's what i was going through, swimming through a mental sea of nothingness, until all of a sudden the events of last night hit me like a freight train.
My eyes fly open. And a feeling of dread settles in my stomach as I recall the events of last night.
I immediately remember the ominous gas station. The store turning dark and desolate,like something straight out a horror film. A disembodied voice, scaring the crap out of me and threatening me with my death, and then nothing. It felt like it lasted forever, but in reality it was probably a couple of short minutes. The store returned to normal in the blink of an eye,but there was no chance that I could.
I ran out of the store in a panic. And searched the lot frantically for Paul's truck. I stumbled to it and nearly knocked Paul over in the asked me if I was okay, but my mouth had failed to formulate any words. After taking notice of my shaking hands and crazed stare and immediately drove me home, no questions asked.
I genuinely wish that my memory of last night ended there, but oh no there was more.
Images of a snotty, puffy eyed me flash through my mind and remind of just how pathetic I was acting, granted I had just broken up with my boyfriend, AND a glowing door did just tell me that I was going to die in this town. But Yikes, Paul shouldn't have had to endure all of that.
I shut my eyes to try and block out the assualting images of last night and peel myself out of the Californian king. My groggy shuffle to the bathroom is halted when I unceremoniously trip over a log laying on the floor right next to my bed.
I hear a groan coming from the log and panic ensues.
I do a double take, and it takes me more than a few seconds to register exactly what I'm seeing
Said log is in fact a 6 foot tall Quileute boy wearing jorts, and nothing else I might add, laying facedown on a pile of pillows, lightly snoring.
"Paul," I call his name loud enough to wake him from his stupor.
He grunts in response but his eyes remain closed.
"What are you doing in my bedroom?"
"Wha?" He groans, still half asleep but slowly to stirring himself awake.
"Why are you lying on my bedroom floor?" I repeat myself.
He rubs his eyes and pulls himself upright to stare at me blankly.
"You asked me to stay over last night." he says, his voice still husky from sleep
"No I didn't." I scoff purely to protect my own pride, surely i couldn't have been that much of a mess last night.
"Yeah, you did. Remember? I dropped you back home but then you wouldn't stop crying and eating all that ice cream, You mumbled something about men being trash and the upside down? Then you asked if I could stay here with you until the morning."
Is it possible for the ground to just eat me up right now? Please and thank you.
"You know what, it is all coming back to me now." I mumble with a frown.
"God, I'm so embarrassed." I plomp back down onto my bed and throw my head into my hands.
"Hey, dont sweat it. It wasn't all that bad, I for one was entertained with that spoken word rendition of 'I Will Survive' "
I've really gotta lay off sugar.
I lift my head from my hands and see Paul smirking gleefully. "Boy, fight me." I say with a glare.
He chuckles and pulls his shirt back on his torso. "Anyway I should be heading out soon."
"Do you have to be somewhere?"
"Not really. But I'm sure you could use some time by yourself."
Ironically that's the last thing I house is way too big, way too empty for me to be left alone with my pretty morbid thoughts right now.
But I can't force him to stay again. I do however feel the genuine need to thank him for yesterday, and understandably my words don't feel like enough.
"Let me make you breakfast! It'll be my own little way of saying thank you for all that you did for me yesterday."
"I told you Amiyah, it wasn't a big deal." He shakes his head at me diplomatically.
"Don't front Paul, you didn't have to spend your Saturday night looking after a girl you barely know. And well, I really needed the company last night. Come on, let me repay you... Please?"
His resistance seems to crack and he smiles at me placidly. "So, you can cook?"
"I've been living on my own for six months, of course I can cook," I grin widely and start looking for my slippers on the floor.
"Besides breakfast is like the easiest meal to prepare." I say paraphrasing a Tweet I once read.
Turns out whoever wrote that tweet was a filthy liar.
First I attempted making pancakes. I had watched multiple buzzfeed food videos and it seemed easy enough.
Simply put, that was a disaster
After the resulting burnt mush, I try to make some scrambled eggs, unfortunately I couldn't get further than unsuccessfully cracking the egg shells into the egg whites.
I eventually found my saving grace, the perfect breakfast meal, and although the kitchen was a catastrophic mess from my previous attempts, It was all somewhat worth it.
Bone Apple Teeth. I smile crookedly placing down the bowl of Coco puffs in front of Paul, who's been waiting patiently in the lounge for the 'amazing home cooked breakfast' I promised him.
You can never go wrong with coco puffs.
He looks at the bowl, judgement clear from his brown eyes, but humour shining brightly throughout.
"Looks delicious." He grins at me buoyantly, which unconsciously makes a smile form on my own lips.
A rapt knock on the door breaks our mini-moment.
I squint my eyes in confusion. No one knew my new address, except for Elliot and well probably Mr Carter. Could that be them? Maybe they're here to take back. Weirdly enough, elation is not an emotion that courses through me from that thought.
"I'll be right back." I tell Paul and walk cautiously to the front door, pushing away any negative thought that slithers into my mind.
When I swing open the door I'm both relieved yet immensely annoyed to see Bella Swan waiting for me on my porch.
Her hair is looking wind-swept and she's wearing a coat that looks like it could belong to her dad. Most notably, the scowl on her face tells me that she'd rather be anywhere but here.
"What are you doing here?" I all but growl at her.
"Edward asked me to come see you." She mumbles disinterestedly.
I involuntarily kiss my teeth and roll my eyes. Of course.
"How does he know where I live?"
"Why don't you ask him yourself." She snaps at me impatiently, and I swear to God this is the most emotion I have seen from Bella from our one year 'friendship'.
"I'm not talking to him right now." I fold my arms across my chest defiantly. "Frankly I don't want to talk to you either."
I was hoping I would be able to keep my feelings in check, but I guess today is not the day.
"How could you Bella? I thought we were friends. Friends do not kiss each other's boyfriends!"
She doesn't even have the decency to look guilty, just mildly perturbed. "I- I couldn't help myself. I know that we're meant to be together. I know about the book."
I blink at her nervously. No way. No fucking way.
"You know about what now?" It feels like balls of cotton have been shoved down my throat making it impossible for me to swallow.
"I found the book. Twilight, at your house when I came to visit, I thought it was cool that the main character had my name, so I took it home, and there were just too many similarities for it to be a coincidence.
Shit shit shit.
"So what is it, some kind of mystical retelling of my life? Are you a witch?"
Deny it. Deny it all!
I start laughing hysterically. "Don't be ridiculous Bella... I'm just a very imaginative person"
So we're going with that then?
"You wrote it?" She doesn't look even the slightest bit convinced.
"Yup." I flip my hair over my shoulder.
"You're Stephanie Meyer." She reiterates unconvinced.
"It's a pseudonym." I choke out.
"You wrote a romance novel about me and your boyfriend." Her eyebrow is perfectly raised as she stares me down as I imagine a prosecutor would stare down a defendant on trial.
"It's a young adult saga," I correct her with vigour. "And I wanted to expand my creative border." I say, rocking back and forth on my feet.
"There's an inscription in the beginning. Dedicating it to her husband and kids."
"Yeah. I've got one of those." I scratch my arm nervously
There a picture of the author attached. You onto look thing like her.
I huff exasperatedly. Now, I could easily give Bella another intricate excuse for that one, like maybe I have a extremely severe combination of reverse Rachel Dolezal syndrome and Benjamin Buttons disease.
But what's the point? Who am I trying to protect? My 'dad'? Fuck his deadbeat ass and the company. The twilight universe? So the real world would be robbed of another sci-fi teen drama, tragic. Edward? He obviously doesn't care about me anymore, and maybe he never did.
'You're wrong' a little voice at the back of my head says, but I wave it off not wanting to hear any of it.
I throw my hands up in surrender and suppress a heavy groan. "Fine you got me. I didn't write that stupid book. Someone else did, I don't know if she's a witch or what. I'm still very new to all of this bullshit.
"But I do know one thing for sure, you and Edward are obviously meant to be together, I'm gone only a couple of months and he already throws himself into your arms… if that's not fate dealing is nasty hand in things then I don't know what it is. I'm sure Edward wont mind explaining everything else to you while y'all lay in a romantic ass meadow and try to work on your tan."
"So Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go ugly cry in my super luxurious shower and find a way to listen to some fucking Mary J Blige."
I see a flicker of pity flash across her face and she begins to speak, her tone a little less confrontational and a bit more subdued.
"Amiyah, Wait- I-"
I don't let her finish, the door is already shut in her face before she can go further.
A/N
Okay, in my defense, life has been crazy. But I'm back . I'll spare you the promises cause I've said them all before, but an update will be out by Friday. This chapter has been split and the other half needs a few more editing. Its 3am idek if I'm making sense. Please vote and comment if you get the chance? Thank you for all the support!