The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Prelude (Explanation: You might not get this vibe from the chapter, but it's an important chapter. A spark in the engine, if you will.)
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M
Alice and Rosalie picked clothes out while I mixed a big pitcher of strong vodka and lime. I even took a few shots while I waited for my outfit to be decided.
Rosalie finally decided on a blood red tank top, a tight black sweater, and some skinny jeans. She messed her loose curls up a bit and then turned to look at me. She examined me like I was a blank canvas. Alice came out of the bathroom in a gray, knee-length knit sweater dress with black leggings, giving me the same look as Rose. They made me feel self-conscious.
"You're so pale," Alice said. "You used to live in Phoenix, didn't you?"
I nodded, taking a nervous sip out of my plastic cup. "I'm half albino."
They both cracked up, making me feel a little less tense. I took another gulp of my drink.
"Here." Alice threw me a dark blue tank top. It had a deep v-neck. "Your jeans are cute." They were my favourite pair. I'd had them since ninth grade. They had rips everywhere from my clumsiness. Then Rose threw me a black shrug.
"That should be sexy enough," Rosalie murmured while I stared at the shirts up my hands. "Hurry up!"
I stripped out of my purple, long-sleeved shirt and pulled on the tank top and shrug. Alice and Rosalie shared a smile. They were pleased with themselves.
"Put some mascara on," Alice commanded, thrusting a black tube towards me.
I quickly made my eyelashes thicker and longer.
"Are we done now?" I huffed, grabbing my drink.
"Yeah, we're done," Rosalie said with a grin. "Now, let's play a quick game of Never Have I Ever before we leave for Johnson's." Rosalie paused, thinking. "Hmm. Never have I ever…lived in Phoenix."
I took a drink. They were going to pick on me, I knew it. Luckily I wanted to get loaded anyway.
Alice went next. "Never have I ever had a police chief for a father."
Another drink. It was my turn. "Never have I ever fucked Emmett McCarty."
Rose snorted and took a drink. "So, you wanna get to the dirt? Fine, never have I ever had a one night stand."
Alice and I both drank.
"James," Alice admitted with a mischievous grin.
"Kaden Wilder," I said wistfully. "God, he was so hot."
"Okay, never have I ever been eaten out," Alice said.
Rose drank. We didn't need explanation for that. I had a feeling that she and Emmett had a dirty sex life.
"Never have I ever had a three-some," I announced, my words slightly slurring.
Alice and Rosalie looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Neither have we," Rosalie said with a smug grin. "Now you have to drink."
"Dammit," I muttered before taking another gulp.
"Alright, never have I ever given a guy, besides Emmett, a blow job."
Alice and I both rolled our eyes and drank.
"Did you have a boyfriend in Phoenix, Bella?" Alice asked.
I shrugged. "Kind of. We broke up before I left. It wasn't that serious."
"Told you," Rosalie chirped. "Alice thought for sure that you were a "no man, all men" kind of girl. I knew you had a boyfriend."
"Well, I did have a boyfriend, but we broke up practically every two weeks," I pointed out. "So I had my fair share of rebounds."
"Ha!" Alice barked in Rosalie's face.
I grinned. I hadn't had a girl's night in…well, ever. We continued talking about things you could only discuss with a bunch of girls until we were good and drunk. Rosalie phoned a taxi and we were off. It was already 11:30, so the party was sure to be good. Rosalie had already gotten a few texts from Emmett, begging her to show up. We got dropped off at a little shack on the outskirts of town, where there was a street full of parked vehicles and people scattered across the front lawn. I got out of the taxi and let Alice and Rosalie lead the way.
We entered the house and I grinned. Classic high school hockey party. A complete sausage fest.
"Hey, babe!" Emmett yelled from the living room. He stumbled over to us. "I've been waiting for you."
Rose rolled her eyes at us and then let Emmett lead her to the kitchen to get a cold beer. Alice and I walked into the crowded living room. Edward was on the couch, his arms around a mousy, curly-headed fuck of a girl and a bitchy looking blonde.
"That's Lauren and Jessica," Alice told me in my ear. "Edward's gunna end up with STI's sitting so close to them."
I snorted. "What a douche."
Alice giggled. "Yeah, my brother is such an idiot."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said, holding up my hands, completely shocked. "Wait a second. You're douche's sister?"
Alice laughed again. "Well, stepsister."
"I am so sorry," I apologized, giving Alice a hug. She patted my back.
"No, it's okay, everyone calls him names," Alice assured me.
"I'm not sorry about that, I'm sorry that you're related to him," I corrected.
Alice threw her head back as she laughed. "You're not so bad, Bella."
"Thank you," I said. "Now about this sobering up situation–"
"Don't worry your pretty little head," Alice interrupted. "You just need to flirt a little. These hockey boys'll do anything to tap your hot little ass."
I giggled nervously. "Alright, I guess." Alice winked as I made a bee-line towards an easy kill, Mike Newton. He'd do anything for me.
"Hey, Mike," I greeted, giving him what I hoped was a sexy smile. "Good game."
He grinned and nodded at me. "Hey, babe. You want something to drink?"
"Please," I replied sweetly. Mike handed me a cold beer and popped the top off for me. At least I knew there weren't any roofies in there.
I chatted with Mike while I helped him finish his beer. I was so beyond done for by the time I finally got away from the puppy dog. I sat down on the couch beside Laura or Jana or whoever the fuck the pucks were and leaned back, willing the room to stop spinning.
"Hey," a voice murmured in my ear.
"Who is that?" I groaned.
"It's Eric," the voice said.
My laughter filled the air. Yeah, like I would get with Eric.
"Fuck you, Bella," he exclaimed as he got off the couch, causing me to laugh even more.
"Hey, darl," Jasper greeted, holding a glass of water. "Drink this.
"Thank you," I breathed, downing the water quickly. "Fuck my life. I shouldn't have drunk so much at Rose's."
Jasper laughed. "Probably not. Maybe you would have actually met some people from school. Everyone's talking about you, though."
"All good things, I hope," I said, leaning back against the couch.
"Of course." I could hear the smile in his voice. "You want some more water?"
"Please," I murmured, closing my eyes again.
"Okay, just don't get raped while I'm gone," Jasper teased.
"I'm not making any promises," I replied with a smile.
Jasper chuckled and left.
"Hey!" someone yelled.
I opened an eye. Mike and Eric were standing in front of me, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders.
"What?" I snapped.
Mike grinned stupidly. "Eric's a nice guy." His grin got wider. "And he's got a sixteen-inch cock."
I raised an eyebrow. Sixteen inches my ass. "Show me it then."
Mike started laughing while Eric turned bright red and left. I smiled at my handiwork and looked around to see if anyone else had witness my wittiness. I looked to my left and saw the two pucks and Edward making out instead. I scoffed, disgusted, and fell back against the couch to pass out.
I woke up to the sensation of felt rubbing against my cheek.
"Fuck off," I mumbled, pushing the hand away. There were a few snickers, but no one was defacing me with permanent marker anymore.
I sat still, still very, very drunk. I rubbed my eyes carefully and looked around. There was almost no one left and the sun was already beginning to rise.
"Edward, your girls up, now take off," the Johnson kid yelled. He had an arm wrapped around a girl who was in a bathrobe. Johnson was only clad in a pair of boxers himself.
"Alright, Swan," Edward groaned next to me. "Time for us to blow this Popsicle stand."
"I'm going home with Rose." Wow, did I ever sound like shit. My voice sounded like a cement mixer.
Edward laughed a little. "No, actually you're coming home with me. Rose and Alice ditched you."
"What the…" I was pissed to say the least. What bitches.
"Come on, sweet cheeks," Edward pleaded. "Can we not fight about this and just get you home?"
"Fine," I mumbled, standing up, falling back onto the couch, and standing again. "Let's go, dickweed."
"Whatever, penis face," Edward chuckled.
My hand went to my cheek and I glared at him. Edward led the way out of the deserted house.
"Did you drink anything?" I asked, my annoyance prominent.
"Nope," Edward replied, popping the "p." "I was…busy."
"Yeah, I saw that," I mumbled under my breath.
We both got into the big, sexy truck. Nickelback started screaming through the speakers so loudly that my entire body started vibrating, making me feel queasy. I quickly turned the music down and glanced at the clock. It was five in the fucking morning.
"I can't go home," I gasped. "Charlie'll kill me!"
"You can stay at my place," Edward replied nonchalantly. "Alice isn't home, so you could stay in her bed. Dad won't mind."
"Well, um, okay." It was my only option and the alcohol was making me a little less hateful. "Thanks."
"No problem," Edward replied.
The rest of the ride was spent in silence. I kept passing out and waking up, trying to remember what I had done and said while at Johnson's.
We pulled into the garage at Edward's gigantic house and I managed to stumble into the house without breaking anything. Edward grabbed me a bottle of water and some Tylenol before leading me upstairs.
"Fuck sakes," Edward muttered under his breath. "You walk like an elephant."
"Sorry," I squeaked. I didn't want to wake his parents.
Edward sighed. "Just don't freak out, okay?" He turned around.
"Why would I–" Then I was picked up by Edward "What–"
"I said don't freak out," Edward reminded me as he walked up the stairs like a ninja.
I was carried to what I assumed was Alice's bedroom and thrown onto the bed. I felt like dead weight. I couldn't move. I was so tired and still stupid drunk.
"'Night," Edward muttered, turning to leave.
"Wait." Edward turned back towards me. "Why would you get with those two pucks?"
"Why do you care?" Edward retorted while scowling.
"Because you could do better," I replied matter-of-factly. "I could understand if one of the rookies felt one of those girls up, they're still trying to prove themselves. But you're starting line left wing. You're outrageously hot and you drive a panty-dropping truck."
Edward grinned and walked over to the bed. "So, you think I'm hot?"
"Yeah? So what?" I replied. "I think a lot of people are hot."
He rolled his eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing me. "You're not so bad yourself, Swan."
"Oh, well, thanks," I mumbled, embarrassed by the comment. I managed to crawl under the covers. "'Night, Edward."
Edward looked at my intently, like he was examining me. He sighed and looked away. "'Night." He stood up and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Although I could be considered...I don't know how else to say it...an alcoholic by some people, I really suck at describing drunken characters' experiences. So, this is shitty, I know.
But, there are some fairly funny personal experiences in this piece. Both interactions between drunken Bella and Eric have happened in real life. Where Eric hits on Bella while she's passed out and when Mike tells Bella that Eric has a sixteen inch cock. Yep. Those are from my life. I wanted to punch "Eric" in the dick when "Mike" told me "Eric" had a sixteen inch cock. Although, David did say that "Eric" does have a fairly large member...
As for the permanent marker, I've never unwillingly had marker put on my face. I've let people sign me though. Permanent marker is officially banned from parties. It sucks to get off.
Love,
Mary
