|Look Before You Fall
Author: Robicorn PM
Sequel to Let Your Mercy Fall on Me. Focus is on Edward and Bella's teenage son.Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 18 - Words: 66,511 - Reviews: 596 - Favs: 237 - Follows: 281 - Updated: 08-26-10 - Published: 02-12-10 - id: 5740157
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Keepingupwiththekids did all my mistaks...and I was on a different planet this week, and there were a lot, so we did 2 run throughs! Should be perfect.
Hope you enjoy the sequel!
Look Before You Fall
"Do you remember this?" My mom asked laughing as she pointed to a picture of me and my best friend Naomi.
"Yeah," I told her. I remembered everything about Naomi. I remembered ten years ago when she dressed up with toilet paper and announced our wedding to our parents.
"You two were such a riot. She swore one day she would be Mrs. Naomi Cullen," Mom reminisced.
"Yeah, I made dad spend like three dollars in quarters at that machine with plastic rings. I had to have the diamond ring for Naomi, but it kept spitting out every color BUT the one I HAD to have for her!" I said with a laugh.
Those were the days; the days when Naomi wanted me as much as I wanted her. Now, she just liked to fuck me. At first, I was okay with that, just to be near her. She was my first kiss, the first girl I went down on, but she was not my first fuck. I always wanted more.
I wanted her desperately, and I was willing to do anything to have her. When she told me she'd have sex with me, I was excited, that was until she gave me the BIG IF…
Why does there always have to be a stupid catch….
Naomi made it a game between my best friend Liam and me. She said that whoever was the first to fuck Tori, could have the honor of fucking her. So, at fourteen I made it my mission in life to fuck Tori. She would be my first conquest, just so I could have the girl that was in my dreams.
I know why I kept fucking around, every time I scored, Naomi would come to me all hot and bothered wanting to score for herself. I didn't realize it at first, but I think she was just making sure she was still my number one, the one I wanted the most.
That is why I am clueless when it comes to Evie. What the fuck was I doing? I liked to have sex. If the lucky girl was a virgin, that was just an added bonus. I can't help it if most of the girls I met were through my father's involvement in church, and most of the girls just happened to be virgins.
Evie is the daughter of my Pastor; the daughter of one of my dad's closest friends. She was cute as fuck. Light brown hair with perfect blonde highlights. Big hazel eyes, high round cheeks, always perfectly rosy, and a long lean body, I thought she'd be a good conquest. I thought she would be the ultimate challenge.
Evie and I have been dating for three months, my longest relationship to date. I normally love 'em and leave 'em. I didn't date, I didn't do girlfriends. Evie though, she surprised me. She was different. I knew I was screwed when I didn't pressure her for sex like I did with all the other girls. After three months with Evie, I even stopped going to Naomi for sex. She said she didn't care. Now Evie wants to label me as her 'boyfriend'. Even though I have stopped messing with Naomi, I don't know if I can bring myself to completely rid myself of her. I always wanted Naomi. I took the little bit that she gave me, but I gave up on her ever feeling the same way for me.
"Mom, can I ask you a question?"
"Anything," she smiled at me.
"Let's say I need wallpaper, and say I am deciding between two particular patterns,. One of the patterns, you definitely know that you really like. The other one is nice wallpaper and all, but you're not sure if it's really..."
"For you." My mom finished when I floundered to find the words.
"Exactly, but the really great wallpaper, let's say, is like totally out of your price range. So, do you take the other wallpaper, even though you don't, let's say, desire it that much? Or do you wait until the really great wallpaper is cheaper."
"Well, I guess it depends on how bad you need wallpaper."
Really how bad did I want a girlfriend? Better yet, how long did I want to sit around and wait for Naomi to be ready to be that girl?
Naomi loved to mess with me. She would fuck me, but she never gives me more, and I really wanted more from her. So I decided I was happy with Evie and was going to stop torturing myself with my infatuation with Naomi. It all sounded so fucking good in theory. I even let Evie label us 'boyfriend and girlfriend'. Then she let me fuck her, and it was good. She was good.
Now, Naomi steps up, three months later and tells me the one thing I have waited years for her to tell me; that she wants more from me, and I have a big problem, Evie. Evie, the girl who told me she loved me, the girl that I waited six months to have sex with, and held hands with in the hallway of school, she held a piece of my heart.
"Ma," I called into the kitchen.
"Yeah sweetie," she said as I took a seat at the kitchen island. "How was school?" She asked. She was always asking how school was. It's like saying, "How was that drive-by shooting?" You don't care how it was, you're lucky to get out alive.
"It was fine…Remember I was asking you about wallpaper choices a few months ago?"
She furrowed her eyebrows together before acknowledging the conversation with a nod of her head.
"It's just weird, when you've chosen your wallpaper and you think you're pretty happy with it, but every time you pass by the other wallpaper, you know, the one you sort of like more?"
"Gabe, we're not talking about wallpaper here, are we?" Mom stated putting my bullshit cover story to rest.
"Can you just go with me? Pretend or whatever?" I asked. She just laughed at me and signaled for me to continue. "Well the wallpaper I like more…has become available to me," I explained.
"All I can say Gabe, is follow your heart and be gentle with others,"
Right, sounds easy enough. "Thanks Ma," I said kissing the side of her head. "I gotta to take care of some stuff," I told her grabbing my leather jacket and car keys.
I drove the familiar road to Naomi's house; she let me in with a big smile and tight hug hello. She led me into her living room where I plopped down on the couch exhausted.
"Gabe, what are you going to do? Are you gonna dump Evie?" Naomi asked me pushing my hair out of my eyes. "I wish you would cut your hair, I like to see your eyes."
I drummed my fingers on the coffee table and looked away from Naomi. "Why do you want to be with me all of a sudden?"
"I guess you don't know what you have until it's gone," she said uncrossing her legs and leaning forward on the couch getting closer to me. She extended her hand to stop my drumming, "I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner," she said.
She was my dream girl. Yeah, Evie was cute as fuck, but Naomi, she was beautiful. Bright blue eyes, long blonde hair, pouty red lips – that she used well. It made me hard as shit when she wore thick black eye liner, it really made her eyes stand out. Her ivory skin was flawless. I loved how she painted her nails black and wore leather and combat boots.
Naomi was the complete opposite of Evie. Evie liked to wear fitted jeans with button down shirts or polo's. She liked to wear lighter colors, and comfortable shoes. The button down shirts were great for easy access.
"Me too…I like Evie," I told her. "I like her a lot."
"But you use to tell me you were in love with me," she said lacing her fingers with mine…and she was right.
"I'll break up with her tonight," I said, squeezing her hand. She placed her head on my shoulder, and I smoothed her blonde hair out and pushed it out of her face. She smiled up at me making all my guilt disappear for what I was going to do to Evie.
"Our parents are gonna flip," she said. "They have been talking about us dating since we were in diapers."
"Nah, they have seen it coming, your dad will say some shit like, 'it's about time,' and your mom will make some snarky comment to my dad about castrating me if I break your heart," I told her.
"Yeah, and then your mom will say something like, I'd be the one to break your heart, your such a fucking momma's boy," I couldn't help but laugh. She was right.
"Okay, I gotta jet," I said kissing the side of her head quickly. She stood with me and I didn't let go of her hand. She walked me to her front door, and I won't lie, it was a bit awkward for a minute, I wasn't sure how to act towards her in this in between stage we were caught in. She swung our hands back and forth as I leaned forward to peck her lips.
"Okay," I said, "I better go," I continued to fall deeper into my awkwardness as I motioned with my head to the door.
"Right," she said letting go of my hand.
"Call you later?" I asked opening the door. I jogged out and hopped in my red Honda Civic.
I drove to Evie's and slowly knocked on the door. Why aren't there instructions for how to break up with someone? I mean tell me how to do it gently.
"Hey," she greeted me with a big smile and a hug. I loosely hugged her back before stepping back awkwardly. "My parents aren't home so you can't come in," she reminded me of one of the thirty or so rules I wouldn't miss.
"That's okay, I can't stay long…I just wanted to come talk to you…I just don't think this is working out anymore," I told her.
"What? You're dumping me?" She questioned.
"Ah, yeah, I mean we can still be friends or whatever." I told her the one cliché thing I wanted to leave out.
"Friends?" She said disgustedly. "I gave you EVERYTHING and you're dumping me? Why? Because you got what you wanted?"
It was the only time Evie's parents let me pick her up and drive with her alone. It only took five months of my best behavior and ass kissing. I parked the car at the edge of the cornfield and leaned into Evie's kiss.
The kiss grew heated, her shirt went off. Second base was about as good as it got with Evie. "Let's go in the backseat," I coaxed her.
I climbed between her legs and kissed down her neck, "I'm ready," she said stopping me dead in my tracks.
"Ready, for like sex?" I asked brushing her hair back. She nodded at me while she fumbled to unbutton my jeans.
"I love you, I want to share it with you," she said pulling my hardness out.
"I love you too," I told her.
To this day, I still don't know if those words were true when I said them to her.
"It's not like that," I tried to defend myself. Evie crossed her arms defensively. "It was fun while it lasted, you are a cool girl. It's just over now."
"You wanna know what the truth is? I still love you and I probably will love you for a very long time. But I can't just be your buddy, because as much as I enjoy the concept of being "just friends" in reality it's a bizarre form of torture and I'm just not willing to participate in it. So right now what I wanna do is just move on and get over you and the only way for me to do that is to not be around you anymore." She said brushing away some tears a bit harshly.
"Fair enough," I said backing away. "I'm sorry," I managed to say before I turned to leave.
Home, sweet home. I couldn't complain. My dad took care of us, loved us and was badass on the guitar and piano. I was thankful I had him as a father. He provided our family with a huge house on the Winchester Golf Club. Big expensive houses were few and far between in Winchester. I pulled into the stone driveway, and parked my car in the four car garage.
"Gabe," may dad said, "Jasper, Alice, Lola, and Jacey are coming over tomorrow for dinner," my dad told me when I entered the kitchen.
"Cool, Lola owes me a game of Horse," I told him. Growing up around all girls is tough, Lola, made it bearable. She was just like one of the boys. Sure, I had fun with Naomi, but there is only so much pretend wedding a boy can play. It was great when Lo would come over and play basketball with me and her dad.
"When is the last time you saw Lola?" My dad asked running his hand through his hair.
"I don't know…four or five months ago, why?" I asked.
"I think she grew up a little since then, not sure she will be coming here to play with the boys," he told me.
"Whatever," I shrugged. "Jazz will still shoot hoops with me right?" I asked.
"I don't see why not," my dad told me. "So what is going on Gabe?"
"Uh…Evie and I broke up," I told him.
"Why?" he asked scratching the back of his head.
"Uh, Naomi and I started dating," I told him.
"Interesting," was all he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Are you sure…I mean I think Evie is great. I thought you really liked her."
I pushed my hair out of my eyes and shrugged, "We were just dating. The connection I have to Naomi, I can't deny that anymore and neither can she. Mom just told me to follow my heart, and I did."
"Alright, if you are sure," he said patting me on the back. "Next week Naomi is going to give a speech at youth group, did she mention it to you?" He asked.
"Nope," I said shaking my head. I tried not to live a lie like Naomi. My Mom and Dad knew I was no angel, but Rose and Emmett had no clue Naomi was anything less than a perfect angel that sang solos once a month for communion at church. Of course, they didn't know the extent of my bad behavior; I'd say they only knew a fraction of the shit I did.
"She is going to talk about abstinence," my dad started to explain. It was hard to hold back the laughter that desperately wanted to escape. Naomi, what the hell was she thinking? Offering to become the poster child for the Fountain City Church Abstinence Campaign.
Dad still worked with the youth group to an extent. He was the Director of Youth, but he liked to keep the leader younger and able to relate better to the teens. It was embarrassing how the girls talked about my dad at church. The girls liked to say how hot he was for an older guy. Naomi said a few girls called him a DILF. I told my mom, she didn't seem surprised or upset over it.
He was currently working with a young new artist trying to break through to main radio. My dad was one of the few Christian Artists that did become mainstream with the help of my mom, and the song she wrote Again.
"Huh, good for her," I said, "I actually have to go call her," I told my dad before taking the steps two by two up to my room.
"Hello," she answered on the second ring, always screening her phone calls.
"Hey…so how the hell did you get hooked into becoming the token virgin girl at church?" I asked laughing at her unfortunate situation.
"I don't want to talk about it, really. It makes my stomach churn that I have to be that girl. I guess it started cause my dad and grandpa C found out that I told my mom that I was going to wait till marriage to have sex. I mean fuck, what else am I suppose to say when she asked how I felt about sex before marriage?"
"I don't know," I laughed. "Sucks," I told her.
"I hate being two different people. I really hate pretending to be someone that I can't stand."
"Then stop being her…be my bitchy bad girl Naomi, screw them."
"Do you ever want to see me? If I act that way, my mom won't ever let me see the light of day…she will probably ship me off to some Christian boarding school, or make my dad take me to one of those gay ass abstinence balls to sign some fucked up contract. "
"You are so right…she would."
"Oh, she thinks it is so cute that I have my 'first boyfriend' and that she knew it would be you. She even hinted at the fact that maybe we would both say something at youth group about waiting…"
How could I NOT laugh? It was ridiculous; I had fucked half the girls in the church, including the Pastor's daughter. "Ummm, let me think about that…? No." I said through my laughter. "I am not getting up in front of a room full of girls that I screwed and telling them to wait until marriage. Not me."
"My mom is going to question why you won't!" Naomi whined a little.
"So, tell her I didn't want to, I never do shit at church. It should be no surprise that I don't put myself out there for it."
"Gahhh!" Naomi groaned in frustration. "It's after nine o'clock, my mom is telling me I have to get off the phone, text me later,"
"Later," I said hanging up the phone.
Rose was such a strict bitch. I was use to the rules, I knew all the ways to break them without being caught thanks to my years of practice.
What can I say? Good girls like bad boys. I was just glad that I would have my bad girl. Life is good.
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