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The Twilight Twenty-Five
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Prompt: #17
Pen Name: GetDrunkOnVictory
Pairing/Character(s): Bella/Edward
Rating: T
Word Count: 353
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Of course Alice would decide to have her birthday party at a roller rink. She's trying to kill me. That's it, that's all there is to it. My best friend wants to kill her klutzy friend. She's finally tired of spending half of our time with her dad while he stitches me up after her latest harebrained idea.
I'm going to die a fourteen year old girl who has never kissed a boy before. I won't get to graduate high school, or go to college, or get married. My life will have been so unfulfilled. Poor Charlie. Whenever he goes out they'll just whisper about his daughter that died at her best friend's birthday party because she couldn't skate. I wonder if they'll blame Alice for my death. My feet begin slipping and I hope that they'll blame her for my death while I cling tighter to the barrier and attempt to straighten up.
Whoever came up with the idea of rollerblades must have been a sadistic psycho. They probably just sat in a corner laughing at all the morons that brought his or her product and kept falling down. I wonder if Charlie can sue a dead person for wrongful death when I die.
"Hey, Bella." If these shoes with wheels don't kill me then Edward Cullen's smile surely will. It will distract me while I attempt to "skate" and I'll just crash into a wall and suffer severe brain damage. No one wants to kiss a vegetable.
"Hi, Edward," I finally respond, still clinging to the barrier around the rink.
"Need some help?" he asks with a glance to my white knuckles.
"I'm fine," is what I answer while my brain screams, "I'm going to die!"
"I know that, but I was asking if you needed help with skating. I play both ice and roller hockey so I'm pretty good with the skates." He shoots another one of his killer smiles at me. "Come on," he says as he pries one of my hands from the barrier. "I promise not to let you fall."
Whoever created roller blades is a genius.
AN: Thank you to Pandora's Box is Heavy for prereading despite her lack of internet and to Twilly for pointing out my oddly worded sentences.
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