Author: theinfinitexsadness PM
Edward and Bella parted ways after high school and never spoke again. 5 years later, when Edward dies in a car crash, Bella gets the chance to live out what could have been if she made a different decision 5 years ago. AH, HEA. Rated M for adult themes and language.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Edward & Bella - Chapters: 16 - Words: 102,491 - Reviews: 127 - Favs: 127 - Follows: 171 - Updated: 02-23-13 - Published: 05-10-09 - id: 5054260
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I don't own Twilight or it's characters, that's all Stephenie Meyer's department. The only thing I own is the plot setup and maybe some characters that I might make up in the future. This story is also mostly BPOV.
I'm never drinking again, I think to myself as I roll over and look at the alarm clock on my nightstand; 8:43 am. Great. That's the last time I go shot-for-shot with Jake. But who am I kidding? I know it's going to happen again and again, just as when someone swears off drinking, there they are the following night, drinking. It was opening night last night and he owns the place, so I had an obligation to be there, as Jake had said. Apparently every other bar or club in the area is getting boring, so Jacob invested in starting his own. It must be nice coming from old money; his father and stepmother flew down here and helped him open the place. I must say, it's incredible. It's not even the kind of club that you'd think it is. It's basically a two-story sports bar, with the first floor being a bar, accompanied by a dancing area, as well as a stage for any bands that need a place to jam. The second floor, led by a winding and floating staircase, is complete with a bar, booths and tables. Further towards the back is complete with a good handful of pool tables. It's all open concept, no walls. It's actually amazing and I'm so proud of him. Last night, from what I remember, was a really good time. The club was called Eclipse (I know, right? how original) and in the first night, it was a hit; though most LA clubs are. We expected it to be successful, but never did we think it was going to explode with success in just the first night. Jacob and I had a blast. I can't remember a time where I was more proud of my best friend.
My head is pounding but yet I somehow manage to get out of bed and walk to the kitchen to get some Gatorade. Hello, hydration. Suddenly my phone starts making noise. Jake, of course.
How's the head this morning? - JB
I picture the look on his face at this very moment. Sometimes I want to punch that asshole in the face, but, you know, that's friendship. He's probably hung over too, the jerk.
My head is fine, it's my body that hates me. Thanks to you and those Pornstar shots, asshole. Wanna go for breakfast? - BS
Sure. Where do you wanna go? – JB
Don't care. Bella needs food. Preferably waffles though. – BS
I jump into the shower and throw on some black yoga pants and a green tank top. I put on a light grey cardigan, grab my keys and then there's a sound at the door and I know what it is. The newspaper's being thrown against my door and I watch as my morning mail slips through my mail slot. I open up the door and retrieve the paper from the floor.
"Morning, Bella!" Jessica Stanley greets me, as per usual. She's my friendly neighbour. She has a vast number of different guys (or sometimes, girls) come up to her apartment every week, sometimes in groups. I don't hate the girl. Hell, sometimes we go out for drinks. But she's just one of those girls that you can only handle in small doses. Half the time, I don't really care what she has to say because she's very superficial and a lot of the times, oblivious. You can only hear someone talk about penis so much before you consider lesbianism. Though I will admit, she's a riot when drunk.
"Morning Jess. How was your night last night?" I ask, not really interested.
"Mmm...it was good. Mike came over last night after we came to check out Jake's new club- which, by the way, is totally my new regular hang out! I'm so proud of Jakey!" She says with a smile.
Jakey. She and Jake hooked up once, and from what he had told me, it was the worst decision of his life. And I know why, it's because the noises that she makes are enough to make a man abort mission, if you know what I mean. The only thing I can compare the noise to is a cross between a high-pitched donkey and a furby. My god, remember those?
I smile at her, while inside I'm gagging, at the mention of Mike Newton; the only man who repeats his visits to her apartment. He's the only regular, I guess you could say. He comes over whenever she's lonely enough to text him. He's a nice guy, a little dense though. He had a thing for me at one point, until he started sleeping with Jessica. Poor guy, he seems to think that they're actually going to become something legitimate one day. He often shows up with flowers, candy, movies, and don't even get me started on what he does on Valentine's Day.
After a brief chat with Jessica, I close the door. I'm about to toss the newspaper on my table and leave when the front page catches my eye. It's about Jake's Club!
"Newly opened Eclipse proves to be the new sheriff in town. Owner Jacob Black dominates the strip with all-around entertainment. Full Review, Pg 10"
I put the paper down, eager to turn on the tv to see it it's made the news. When I turn the channel, there's a news report about a car wreck. The caption at the bottom of the screen reads "Young man in Volvo gets crushed in main intersection."
Oh no, that's terrible. I continue to watch and see pictures of the wreck. The news reporter is in front of where the week had occurred, and she's just outside of where the yellow caution tape is wrapped.
"At approximately 5:03 am, young man from a small town in Washington is crushed by a head-on collision after attempting to make a turn, due to a teenager running a red light. Edward Cullen, 23, was killed instantly in a head-on collision this morning. The driver in the other car, Tyler Crowley, 17, was minorly injured, and is in the hospital-"
I instantly froze.
"Crowley, who is suspected to have been under the influence of drugs and alcohol, was taken to the hospital for stitches, and was arrested upon arrival. Edward Cullen was the son of well-known Washington doctor Carlisle Cullen and his wife, Esme Cullen, a successful interior designer. No statements have been made from the Cullen family upon this time. Stay tuned for more information regarding the accident at 11"
Edward Cullen...my Edward?
I know, it was short. Don't worry, it was only an intro.
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