Everyone ready to blur the lines of reality?

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*Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I'm just here having fun with her characters. No copyright infringement intended.

*Any reference to the Atlanta Braves and the Savannah College is used for fun, with no harm or copyright infringement intended. I just happen to LOVE the Braves and the school mentioned is one of the best in Georgia.

*I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine.

— TVIMH —

The Voice Inside My Head

By Morgan Jenson

Morgan POV

I lean back in my chair and contemplate where to take the story. Yes, the story is what I would have wished for my life, but I want it to be as realistic as it can be. I also don't want the readers to flounder. I want the readers to be able to relate to me and to Bella. She has 'met' Edward, seen him in the flesh, but has not actually met him. I want her to establish herself first.

When I was in community college in my hometown I was already engaged, at 19 no less. Granted, that was to someone I never actually married. I met Dean about four months after I broke up with my ex-fiance. Dean and I had a long engagement, but I wasn't alone for very long between those relationships. If I could change that, I would. I would have spent more time on school and establishing my career, in the field I originally wanted.

Maybe Bella, while in school, shouldn't know Edward personally? He's just starting his career in the majors and she's only a freshman. I feel lost as a new writer.

Getting frustrated, I stand to stretch, and go get a glass of water from the kitchen. Returning to my laptop, I sit and stare at the flashing cursor, again. I feel this is becoming a habit. How do authors/writers, published or not, do this?!

After reading FanFiction for so many years, all Twifics, my addiction has led me to writing my own Fanfic, using the characters from the original author of Twilight.

I'm not a fan of predictability in the stories I read on FanFiction, not to say I don't read them, I'd consider them a guilty pleasure. There are writers on there that still excite me, draw me in, and surprise me, even after all this time. I definitely have a new found respect for them all. I think they put the proverbial blood, sweat, and tears into them. Now I have to, no, I want to make one of my own.

Looking at the laptop I have a vision in my head of how and when they meet. Hoping the readers aren't disappointed. I'm determined to write The Voice Inside My Head, how I wished my life would have gone, and being engaged at a young age is something I would have changed. Hell, I'm already enrolled in a college not in my hometown, well Bella is enrolled anyway. She's also watching a live baseball game with delicious eye candy to boot!

I crack my knuckles and start writing again.

Bella POV - 1997

Angela and I are just getting back from the restroom and the 7th inning stretch is starting. The Braves are currently winning 9-4 and it's been a great game to watch, especially live.

Cullen and Cheney have both scored. The warmer temperature outside has been forgotten while watching the game. The atmosphere is addictive and infectious. The fans are all screaming and cheering for their team and Angela and I are no different.

"I don't think I'm going to have a voice tomorrow morning with all the screaming we've done," I tell Angela as I take another sip of my water.

"Me neither," she nods in agreement. "I've been to games before, but with the season wrapping up and their record, they could win their division again!"

We start hearing the opening notes for the song, Take Me Out To The Ballgame, and on the large stadium screen we see the lyrics and fans from all around the stadium as the cameras pan around.

I stand up and pull Angela with me and we both start singing with everyone. Hoping they'll catch us in the stadium on camera as we sing.

As we're singing and dancing "Let me root, root, root for the home team…" we each pump our fists into the air at each 'root' and I see us on the screen.

"Look Angela, look! We're on the screen!" I say, pointing.

"Oh my God," Angela screams out.

We start jumping up and down as we watch, but then I notice something. Since we're so close to the Braves dugout I can see Cullen sitting there and he's pointing at the screen, while I'm on it. My face goes beet red as I feel myself blush. He's looking at me on the screen while I'm watching him watch me!

And then he's gone again and the camera is showing a different area of the stadium.

"Angela," I call as I fall into my seat.

She turns and I just look at her with my eyes as wide as possible.

"Did that really just happen," I ask her.

"You mean the fact that Edward Cullen just noticed you?"

"Holy shit, that was real?" I ask and start fanning myself to cool down. Between the heat and what just happened. I must be so red, and he saw me, like that!

I look to the field and I realize Cullen is coming out to bat again. When he steps on to the field he actually looks back to where we are sitting and we're looking at each other, it's like time has stopped, but it's really only a few seconds. He stops looking and starts to walk to the on-deck circle.

"Bella," Angela calls.

"Huh?" I reply, unable to look her way.

"Was he just looking at you, like, actually looking for and at you?" Angela asks me while grasping my hand.

I squeeze her hand hard and all I can do is nod my head yes in response. I can't seem to form any actual words or look away from watching him practice his swing. He looks calm and cool, in the zone, and I'm so far from calm, cool, and collected.

The current batter breaks the spell I'm under when he hits a line drive down the center and hits a single.

Cullen walks up to the batter's box and gets ready to hit. The pitcher throws a strike and then two balls. The next pitch is thrown and Cullen swings the bat and hits the ball so hard you can hear it. We jump up out of our seats with the rest of the crowd as we watch the ball go and it's a two run homer! The score is now 11-4 Braves.

Angela and I are both screaming and cheering as loud as we can.

"That was awesome, can you believe it? This is the best game ever." I hear Angela say.

I can't help but agree. I look over at her and smile. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming." I beg her.

Noticing she's not looking at me, I follow her eyes to the field, and see Cullen has just stepped on home plate, and is celebrating with his teammate. As they both start to walk back to the dugout Cullen looks back up. He removes his hat and runs his hand through his copper locks while looking at me. All I can do is watch, I'm in a trance, and the spell doesn't break even when he enters the dugout, and out of my sight.

— TVIMH —

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So, they had a moment…

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