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Chapter 3
Bella POV
Coincidence (N.) A remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.
With a sigh deeply set in my own self-inflicted boredom, I start a forum under the name Princess. I smile at the name, thinking back to my Prince from the week before. We hadn't texted again after that, rather on accident or on purpose, and apparently my mistaken identity was just that... a mistake. I wasn't going to bother him further.
I flex my fingers before typing out a very silly post.
Princess Prince 1:45 am
I'm bored, and I just had a very weird thought. I would like to foam sword fight with someone. Sadly, all of my friends are girlie girls. My question is, will I ever meet a guy willing to sword fight with me?
I didn't expect a response at all, but I received quite a few almost immediately. One stood out among the others with just the name. Prince.
Prince Princess 1:49 am
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? You're asking whether I would want to hone my assassin skills, stay in shape, have a reason to keep multiple foam swords around my house, arrange the furniture in perfect place to leap off in epic finales, and all the while cause the activation of my sympathetic nervous system that will facilitate the release of adrenaline, potentially leading to sex?...
Is there a sign-up sheet somewhere?
Princess Prince 1:52 am
Lol, I like the way you think.
Prince Princess 1:53 am
This sounds like fun. When will the festivities begin?
Princess Prince 1:54 am
I live in Forks. :(
Prince Princess 1:56 am
This is fate... My dad recently married and I'm moving from California to Forks this summer.
Princess Prince 1:57 am
Wow...hell of a coincidence. I'll be at LaPush practically all summer. You'll probably be too busy unpacking. :(
Prince Princess 1:59 am
I'm never too busy to sword fight. ;)
Princess Prince 2:00 am
You know where to find me. ;)
EUPHORIA
It's a rare cloudless day with the beaming rays of the sun streaming brightly through the trees. The light bounces off the window of my car almost blinding me as I drive toward La Push Beach.
At a red light, I take a moment to admire the blue of the sky. My lids close, fading to black as the sleek sun glimmers upon my face. With open eyes, my gaze locks onto the shining blue allowing me to feed off its beauty. This is the kind of day that convinces me that I can take some of it and call it my own.
Maybe I don't have to be dark forever.
Maybe there is some within me.
The roaring of an engine and loud music breaks me free of my inward thoughts. I glance out my window at the source of the interruption and see a car with a man in his early forties. There's a boy nearly my age in the passenger seat singing loudly.
The man in the driver seat looks a bit annoyed at the teenager but I can see that he also is enjoying the music as he lightly taps the steering wheel to the beat.
The boy turns to me and unfurls a drop dead sexy smile. Even as he continues to sing, he rolls his window down and turns to me.
"Oh but they're weird, and they're wonderful
Oh, Bennie, she's really keen
She's got electric boots a mohair suit
You know I read it in a magazine
Bennie and the Jets"
His singing and smiling are infectious I can't help but join in. It's not just his looks that do it for me. It's his total inhibition, much like mine, and the recognition of a keen spirit lightens my dark areas and tugs at something within me.
"Bennie." I sing along with the song, and his smile brightens at my willingness to join him in the sing-along.
"Bennie," He sings, and we are literally grinning like idiots.
"Bennie," We sing together. "Bennie and the Jets."
The light turns green, and the driver takes off quickly, leaving me in the dust confused and upset that our moment is over.