My story is when Bella is a freshman in college and everyone is human. Mr. Mysterious is not Edward but I wanted to make up my own character. I'm sorry if you are disappointed then to bad it's my story! If you want to see what my characters look like go on my profile and you'll see them. If you're too lazy then here are the characters: Bella—Emily Browning, and Mr. Mysterious—???? I'm not telling you… So, please do not get mad at me and I'm watching Abandon right now so some of my ideas are from that movie. It's a good movie but kind of confusing. Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon or Bella but, I do own Mr. Mysterious.
I was sitting in my dorm room around 2 o'clock in the morning searching around the internet when I heard a loud ding come from my computer. I wasn't quite sure what to expect.
Mr. Mysterious: Hey
Bella: Hello. May I ask who this is?
Mr. Mysterious: Well you could but I might have to kill you.
Bella: Hmm? Really? I think I'll take my chances.
Mr. Mysterious: Really… well I wouldn't have expected that from most girls.
Bella: Well, I'm not like other girls but you should already know this because you are the one who knows who I am. Which brings me back to… who are you?
Mr. Mysterious: What is the easiest way I could say this? Umm… I'm your secret admirer.
Mr. Mysterious: Did I scare you?
Bella: No. It's just that most guys give up on liking me because I don't date.
Mr. Mysterious: At all?
Bella: Well, I don't date much. Once in awhile I guess.
Mr. Mysterious: Wow. You must be the most outgoing person I have ever met.
Bella: Yeah, says the guy who won't tell me who he is.
Mr. Mysterious: I never said I was a guy.
Bella: Well are you a guy?
Mr. Mysterious: No way, I am so into guys. No, just kidding. Yes I am a guy.
Bella: Ok, Mr. Mysterious. Why are you instant messaging me at 2:30 in the morning? Shouldn't you be asleep or something?
Mr. Mysterious: Yeah, maybe but all my friends are at parties…
Bella: So, why aren't you at one?
Mr. Mysterious: Because I knew you wouldn't be there.
Bella: Really? So, what? Now you're a stalker?
Mr. Mysterious: Well not exactly… my line of work is so much more fun.
Mr. Mysterious: I'm just joking.
Bella: That was not funny at all.
Mr. Mysterious: I like making you freak out.
Mr. Mysterious: I don't know.
Bella: Well, I better go to sleep. Finals are coming up soon.
I'll admit I wasn't afraid. I found it actually quite intriguing to know that someone was willing to stay in from a dorm party and talk to me instead. Mr. Mysterious was all I could think of when I went to bed and I woke up to a loud ding. There's only one person who would be doing that to me on a Saturday morning. I walked over to my computer.
Mr. Mysterious: Wake up.
Bella: No way are you kidding me?
Mr. Mysterious: It's like 9:30 a.m. you have to wake up!
Mr. Mysterious: It's a Saturday morning.
Bella: So what?
Mr. Mysterious: You're wasting daylight.
Bella: Why are you so eager to get me up?
Mr. Mysterious: I want you to come see me.
Mr. Mysterious: At practice.
Bella: Go on.
Mr. Mysterious: The theatre, 11 a.m. You're going to have to try to figure it out.
Bella: Do I have to?
Mr. Mysterious: It's not a requirement but I'd like to see you.
Bella: Only if you give me an idea of whom you are.
Mr. Mysterious: No way. See you later.
Mr. Mysterious has signed off.
I have two choices. I can either go see who Mr. Mysterious is or see who he might be, or I can go back to sleep… was what I thought before I made up my mind.
I got out of bed and went to my closet. I took out my black white and red polka dot dress, with black round toe flats, and my jacket (pictures on profile.) I was looking around my room for my keys but I couldn't find them. I heard footsteps outside my door and then someone unlocking my door. I sat down on the chair for my desk and watched my door quietly open. Someone dropped my keychain with my keys on it inside my door and walked away.
I grabbed my keys and locked my door. I ran down the hallway and knocked on my friends' door.
"Come on Dane open up. Dane? Dammit…" She didn't answer her door. I looked at my cell phone. "Are you kidding me? Dane, please open up."
When she didn't answer I walked towards the theatre. When I got there it was 10:30 a.m. I had a half an hour. Someone sat down next to me. He had dirty blond hair that was in a disarray fashion and he was wearing a white t-shirt with a pair of regular blue jeans.
"What are you doing here?" He asked me in a quiet tone.
"Seeing someone…" I answered he looked confused.
"Don't you mean meeting someone?" I had to admit this boy was gorgeous.
"No, it's a very long story and if you're here I'm guessing your part of the theatrical production. Am I right?"
"Along those lines—"
Someone interrupted him. "Come on, we need you on stage now!" The boy yelled. He had bronze hair in a disarray fashion, too. (There I put Edward in the story)
"Alright, well I hope you enjoy what you see today." He winked at me and walked away. The bronze haired boy was staring at me. "Edward, back in your spot. Everyone please get in your spots so we can start."
The whole choir started singing a song in a language which I thought to be Italian or some other language that I couldn't understand. It was amazing just sitting there listening to them and watching them. The guy I was talking to earlier was directing the choir. I was trying to find Mr. Mysterious but I couldn't find any hints of who he was. This guy was surely talented. Well, what could I expect? I was in a room filled with actors and singers.
"What did you think?" I didn't notice that I was looking at the ground. When I looked up the blond guy was in front of me again. "What did you think?"
"It was wonderful and definitely beautiful. But—".
I was cut off, "but?" He asked with a confused tone.
"But, your sopranos should sing a little softer and your altos need to sing a little louder." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Hold on. You," I pushed him down into the seat next to mine, "sit here and listen." I got up and walked on the stage.
"What are you doing?" The bronze hair boy asked me.
"You need to have patience. Please, sing, just like you were before." They sang the song and I turned around to look at the director. He opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him. "Now, sopranos sing a little softer and altos a little louder." They sang the way I told them to and then we all looked at the director again. "What do you think?"
"I can't believe I'm saying this but you're right." Everyone's mouths dropped open. I was confused. He walked up on the stage. "I'm never wrong." He whispered in my ear. I chuckled a little bit. "Let us all thank Miss…" He looked at me with his eyebrow raised but a smile was pulling at the sides of his lips.
"My name is Bella Swan." I stuck my hand out and he took it and kissed the back of my hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Swan." He said and went back to his choir.
I went back to my chair and sat down. I listened for the full hour they were practicing and they were wonderful. It was so cool listening to them and watching them learn more and more from the director. I've seen him around school before but he wasn't in any of my classes. I think he was a year or two older than I was.
"What did you think?" He asked me once practice was over.
"It was so cool watching them learn from you all the different techniques. I loved how they sounded too." I answered him.
"I wouldn't have noticed the difference of the choir if you wouldn't have pointed it out." He laughed at me.
"Yeah, well, it was great watching your choir…"
"Actually, all these people are here to audition for the newest production. We have just been rehearsing these last few days."
"That is so cool. Wish them all luck for me but I have to go. I have plans with my friend Danica for lunch. So, I have to get going." I started walking away but, he grabbed my arm.
"I bet the 'choir' would enjoy seeing you here again to catch anything that I could do better. Tomorrow?" He put an emphasis on the word choir.
"What time?" He smiled a little bit but hid it right away.
"NOON." The bronze hair boy yelled from the door.
"Thank you, Edward." The director said to me. "Well, we shall see you tomorrow then."
"Tomorrow, then." I started walking towards the door and before I looked over my shoulder to see the director walking off towards some doors.