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I see more followers, that is awesome! Keep 'em coming. The only request I have is, I'd love to hear your thoughts. We'll start off with a Q to hopefully get it started…

Q: Less Morgan or do you think it's okay she keeps butting in and telling you how she feels about the voices in her head and rewriting her story? Don't forget, there are technically TWO stories here!

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

Bella POV - 1997

Angela and I finally make it to Turner Field after taking a long bus ride and then the Marta to the stadium. Even though we're only 30 minutes from the beach we are a little over four hours away from the stadium. We kept ourselves entertained talking about the players and the game itself, as the season is almost over since October is almost here. As we file in and hand over our tickets I pull Angela over to the concessions.

"Do you think we should get drinks before we find our seats?" I ask her. It might be almost fall, but it's still hot in Georgia this time of year, and with the bus ride and all, I'm parched.

"Great idea, I think I'll just get some water for now. Maybe we can get something else to drink and snacks or food during the game." Angela suggests, while we get in line.

After we get our drinks we head toward our seats. When we get to our section I'm in absolute awe. Her parents helped us get these tickets, as the best we could get ourselves was at the top row of the terrace level. The seats we have instead are in the dugout section along the first base line.

"Bella"

The first base line.

"Bella"

I see him.

"Bella"

It's Edward, Edward Cullen. The first baseman of the Braves. I see him in front of the dugout, because that's how close we are.

"BELLA"

It's not like I can see every detail of him but what I do see! He's 6'3", 225lb, and he's got this coppery mess of hair covered by his baseball cap. His muscular forearms are just that, all muscle. I mean tho…

"Ouch, what was that for?" I just about screamed out. "You didn't have to pinch me!"

"I have been repeatedly calling your name, but you've been standing here gawking at him with your mouth hanging open, and drooling, I might add." She replies, bringing a finger up to my mouth and wiping at it.

I smack her hand away, "I was not drooling or gawking. I was merely surprised at how close we are to the field and trying to find our seats." I hear Angela scoff as I walk away and toward our seats.

We sit down in our seats at the top row in our section. We have a great view of the field and I see the number 15 as clear as day. I look at Angela and she just rolls her eyes at me and we both bust out laughing.

"Seriously Angela, please tell your parents thank you for this. I've been to games before, but this is…" I trail off, unsure and look down to gather my thoughts. To think I almost stayed home to go to school at the community college.

I look back up, face Angela and continue.

"Being here, not just at Turner Field, in Georgia, going to SCAD, meeting and having you as my roommate. Angela, this almost didn't happen."

She goes to interrupt me, but I place my hand on hers to stop her.

"Please let me say this."

Angela shakes her head and quietly says okay, so I continue.

"I came so close to not coming here. I thought it was best to stay home. School wasn't easy for me, I grew up with a learning disability, and always had to try harder than everyone else. Art though, graphics, it's natural for me, and I love it. It's my passion. My parents pushed me, told me to go for it, and not to hold myself back or settle, so I didn't."

I pause and look back at the field, just in time to see Cullen walking back to the dugout, with Whitlock, the shortstop. They're talking and laughing and I can't stop staring.

"You're doing it again", Angela says.

This time I shake my head and laugh, but yes, I'm totally doing it again.

"Can you blame me?" I ask her. "There's just something about a man in a baseball uniform, him in the baseball uniform."

"No, I don't blame you." Angela replies, reclining back in her seat to look towards the other side of the field. "I just don't get why you think he's hotter than the third baseman. Now he is HOT, Ben Cheney, yum."

"Now who's drooling?" I laugh out, taking my finger to wipe the side of her mouth.

— TVIMH —

A/N

In case you don't know …

The Marta in Georgia is public transportation consisting of trains and buses that take you to different areas in the city.

I know some of Bella is OOC, but there are some things I want to change about some of the original characters. I hope the changes are good though. Make them a bit more real/relatable, maybe?

Don't forget to leave a comment regarding your thoughts and the Q , see you next time!