Okay, this will be short but oh well. Thank you, to all that reviewed, and those who added my story (Or myself) to your alert. But I do have a question… Do you want Ace a vampire or a werewolf? Either one will change the story drastically for the sequel.
Man, Spanish I is hard, I only started school on last Thursday, already I had to look up words that look the same in English and Spanish, like hospital and doctor.
And then American Lit, oh man, I was laughing because one of our vocab words is 'Bigot' and that just blew me away that we would have that word.
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I had retired to bed after watching Phantom of the Opera. Erik was such a hunk, I always sided with the Phantom, as after all, all he wanted was love. I took my shower, I made a mental note to buy some more 'Pure Seduction' in the mall, I would probably have to go to Seattle to get it, as I noticed Fork's wasn't all that big. I was going to make sure, that these three days I would look, smell, and everything else, beautiful. With my hair up in a towel to dry, I got out my mother's old medical book, that was packed with all my other books.
I smiled as I ran my hand over the cover. It was so old, and such a treasure to myself. My mother was a beautiful woman, such a pure heart. That was why I wanted to be a nurse or a doctor when I grew up. But when my father introduced the magic of art into my life, it all changed drastically. The dream of being a nurse or a doctor flew out the door.
My world became a bit more broad, the arts excited my mind. It made me see in a different light. During my teen years it took me out of depression. The art saved me. It wasn't until my father got into a near fatal car accident, that when I ran to the arts, that it brought me pain. That was when I had to run to the medical part of my soul, so if my father needed any help, I could help him to the best of my abilities.
When my father came home from the hospital, he was bed ridden for at least a month. I remembered when Mom had to threaten Dad, to stay in bed. I was by his side constantly, always trying to be a help. My father was a good man, he rarely asked me to get or do something for him. I even made all my own get well soon cards, he would constantly ask me to paint him something, and by constantly I meant at least twice a week. Till I painted my most beautiful masterpiece. I hung it in his room, and he was happy.
It was that month that I learned that both the medic and artist in me, wanted peace. Wanted for a balance. I started doing art, for hospitals, brightening up the rooms with what I could. Often my pay was only a smile and a 'thank you', every once in a while I was paid.
With the memories still fresh in my head I went to sleep. It was the most restful sleep I have had in a while, I had the most wonderful dream.
Dressed in a light blue scrub, my hair up in a bun, a smile on my face, this girl was ready. I was Carlisle's right hand man…er girl. I have been for months, the faces I knew, the names came to me as I went along the hall. Today was beautiful. The sun was shining, for once, and everything was in a peaceful mood. There was no hurry, nobody in pain, nothing. I smiled as I then entered my room, the adjoining room between the hall and Dr. Cullen's office. The whole room was redone, the walls were a soft gold and pale off white color.
"Hello Dr. Cullen?" I called out.
"Yes?" his reply was, and I instantly knew he was in his office.
"Oh, I was just wondering if you were here" I chirped.
"Oh well you see I am very much here" he replied, as he then stepped out from his office, so I could see him. He was wearing black slacks and a grey button up shirt, his doctor coat hung over it all. He looked very handsome.
"Ah…well you have a meeting in two minutes" I told him, my eyes diverted to the floor.
He chuckled a little and placed his hand on top of my head "Thank you Lyria" he told me as he then walked out of the office, it still stumped me how he could walk so fast.
I smiled as I then sat at my computer, I moved the mouse that was attached to my new laptop. The screen came to life, only to have me jump, scared out of my mind. There as my background was Ace and I, we were hugging and we both looked so pleased, I blinked a few times, this was not true…we were just friends. Suddenly a cold hand caressed my cheek, jumping once again I looked back and ….
I woke with a start, my face was layered in a thin sheet of sweat, my breath laboring. Placing a shivering hand over my heart I heaved a breath of relief as I noticed I was still in bed, and that was just a nightmare…
Looking around my dark room, something was off… I couldn't quite place my finger on it. Shrugging I yawned and crawled back under my covers, which were tightly wrapped around myself, as if I was being tucked in while I slept.
It was hard getting comfortable as I tossed and turned constantly, finally I gave up and left my bed, to watch TV. It turned out that I watched a movie with vampires, the hero was so hot. I practically drooled over the actor. But yet again, he was nowhere able to compare to Dr. Cullen, Carlisle was so hot, and not a vampire.
I had fallen asleep at the couch that night.
When I slept, I had no dream, but if felt like I was being watched the entire night, half way through the night, I was tucked in.
I awoke to the sound of my cell phone going off, as my alarm. I sat up and yawned, I had not slept enough, and Carlisle would come in about an hour or so. Yawning I made my way to the kitchen, made a hot pocket and a cup of coffee.
I was ready to go, in only a half an hour. My hair was up in a bun, my shirt was a blue and white stripped shirt, and I had black Dickies on. My phone rung at 8:30, Carlisle's number buzzed on the screen. I picked it up with maybe too much enthusiasm. "Hello!" I chirped.
"Oh, hello yourself, I will be at your house in five minutes" His voice sounded on the other side.
I felt my heart do flips "Okay, see you soon" I replied.
"Bye" he replied, and then with a click the line went dead.
I smiled as I then pocketed my phone. My purse was miraculously my the couch, so I didn't have to go to my room to fetch it. Soon I heard the two honks outside, with a smile, and a song stuck in my head I was ready.
Outside I saw his beautiful black Mercedes in the driveway. I then saw him smiling at me, he was just starting to get out of his car.
I quietly sang the chorus of the song playing on the radio as I got ready today.
"I wanna be bad
You make bad look so good
I got things on my mind
I never thought I would
I, I wanna be bad (bad)
You make bad feel so good
I'm losing all my cool
I'm about to break the rules
I, I wanna be bad"
I whispered out. He met me half way there, "You seem happy this morning" he greeted.
I nodded "yep. I had a wonderful sleep" I replied happily. He nodded as he then led me to the passenger side of the car, I eagerly getting in. Today was going to be one of my best days, that is if I made it be.
"So did you sleep well?" I asked him, once inside.
"Oh yes, thank you." he replied, as he then buckled ourselves in, and took off.
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Sorry that it took so long, Junior year is really tough. I had to hit the ground running, and so far…I'm walking. I have a test in Spanish to study for, Chemistry is a killer, and U.S. History is okay, Lit homework is long. So right now I have hardly any time to do anything. So all I ask is you to be patient for me.