Attraction's Random and it's fickle. I mean, we can't help who we're attracted to. if we could, we'd make smarter choices, using our heads and not our hearts.
My attraction to a total stranger was so strange, that it barely made sense.
His smile, his brooding good looks the twinkle in his goddamn pretty eyes.
It was all so much more than I had expected.
When the job offer for the WEEKLY HAROLD had come to me, i was happy. Not everybody gets their dream jobs, when they are only 23 years old.
Everything was fine, until I came to know I had to leave Florida. My hometown, my best friend, my memories. My people, the sun. It all took its toll on me. Choosing Love over profession was not my area of expertise. As strange it may sound, I would have left the job, if any of my friends had asked me to stay back, I would have, but they did not ask me. They wanted me to move forward, be successful.
Angela, my best friend, tried very hard to show that she was happy. At the airport, she avoided my eyes, sniffing slightly.
"Ang... Please don't cry baby", I said, sobbing quietly myself.
"No no Bell... I m not... You go sweetie. You ll be late. Take care... Call me once you reach," With that, she turned and walked away.
Then I spent half my flight crying, and half my flight with fear of a new city.
I should probably feel sad, lonely, for my friends. But instead, i was thinking about him. Edward Cullen.
Told you... It s irrational.
I seriously need to have a shower. And think about something else.
I hated this new stranger for having such an effect on me. I mean I was so flustered, and he must be doing his work smoothly. Life is so unfair.
Hell. I should be obsessing on Robert Pattinson. Not Edward Cullen.
Wanting to distract myself, I decided to call Angela, to inform that I had safely reached my destination. After several rings unanswered, the call went straight to her voicemail. I left my message, and then simply looked outside the window, loathing the wet, rainy view.
"Ma'am. Your destination. $25 fare," the cabbie said.
I quickly paid him the money from my Hello Kitty wallet, a gift from Angela on the friendships day.
I looked up, hoping to see a Victorian mansion, but instead saw a humble cute house.
Hmm. not bad at all.
I fished my purse for the keys of my new House, which i was sharing with some Mary Alice Brandon. She had couriered me the keys a week before, stating that she usually went to her family house on Saturdays.
I opened the gate to the house, to see a beautifully furnished place. Nice, chic wallpaper on the wall, a cute white coffee table and Purple comforter. The walls had the pictures of a short, cute, pretty pixie faced girl. Must be the girl Alice.
I walked in, immediately moving towards the door which read "Bella" In a stylish Font. i seriously need to thank the girl. I have a feeling that we'll get along very well.
I opened the gate, and saw a very cute bedroom. It had pale white walls, which had mauve floral prints. Very girly. It had a wardrobe, a mauve comforter, an armchair, and a decorated mirror-it had golden stars (YAY) and a queen sized bed.
The room looked better than the one I had back in Florida.
The window was Victorian, strangely. I opened the courier box, which the moving guys had brought, and took out my little cactus plant, and placed it on the window sill, so that even when it is raining, i would be reminded of the sun in Florida.
I decided to have a shower, coffee, a little nap and then room decoration. I searched the corridor and ultimately came across a large bathroom, which we both were to share. I entered the bathroom with my bag of toiletries , stripped and stood under the shower. Wow, it was posh. It had multiple shower heads.
After a long shower, Coffee from the sunny little kitchen, a nap on the comfy queen sized bed, and a dream about Edward Cullen kissing me, I woke up refreshed.
Opening the boxes, I started placing my random, plain clothes in the wardrobe. My cherry chap stick, my mascara, my perfume went on the star-studded dresser.
I took out my photos, my memories. I placed the photo of Angela and me, on the beach, on the bedside table, by the lamp.
My picture with my dad, fishing with my 8 year old self was neatly framed and hooked on the wall. A family photo of mum dad and me, when I was 20, was framed similarly, and placed on the wall.
I took out my, strawberry scented room freshener, and sprayed it all over, so that this room smelled exactly like the one back home.
By the time I had finished settling in my new bedroom, it was almost 8, and my stomach growled loudly, announcing that it was hungry.
I fished around the kitchen, opening drawers, until I found all the ingredients for a cheese omlette. Yeah I knew it was night, but I was dang hungry, and wanted to have something that consumed less time to be cooked.
The Sound of the lock being turned surprised me, and I Jumped up in shock.
I quickly, turned, to see Mary Alice standing there.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that," She said.
I nodded. "No no it s alright. Come on inside" I said politely.
"Mhmm... This Smells good" she said, plopping down on the kitchen stool.
Thanks. Want some? I said "Are you kidding me? I just came from my mum's place. She stuffed me little tummy here", she said pointing to her tummy, and giggled.
I Giggled. "Yeah... Mom s are like that only"
"So... Did you like the room? I didn't know what you'd like, yet I decorated it because I found the wallpaper pretty... I mean you can totally change it if you want... It s not like it s my room or something... she blabbered, breathless.
"Jeesh Alice! Take a breath girl! Of course I love it! It was very thoughtful of you to choose a wallpaper for me.. I mean I never asked for it", I said.
"Really? she said, looking at me, from her big baby blue eyes.
"Yes. Really.", I smiled at her. She came over and hugged me tightly saying, "I'm so glad you're my roomie, Bella"
I hugged back, despite being a no-hug-person.
I ate; we talked, gossiped, giggled, and then retired to bed.
The place was beautiful, the girl had a warm heart, and I was happy.
I fell asleep, and slept a quiet, dreamless sleep, obviously satisfied.
A new job awaited me tomorrow.