Yeah! It's my first story. I hope you guys enjoy it! :)
Chapter one: Unexpected
I didn't know how it happened. I was sleeping in my room and when I woke up, I found myself in a different house. The wood covered floor was creaky and there were cobwebs on the ceiling. How many years did I sleep that everything was altered? This was a different world. It was something that existed before. Maybe, I went inside a time machine without being conscious of it.
A boy with messy bronze-colored hair and green eyes approached me. He was wearing a black coat and black trousers. He looked at me with a puzzled expression.
"Um." I said nervously.
"Who are you?" He said sharply, making me shudder. How could I answer him when I don't know how I got here? I stared at him, unable to say anything. He probably thought I was mentally retarded or just a mute.
"I don't know how I got here." I said softly. I wasn't scared of him. He didn't look like he will hurt me. He looked intimidating, yet he has a gentle and kind face, stunningly handsome.
"I'm not lying." I said, more firmly. He didn't look like he believed me. I jumped out of bed, stumbling on the blanket. He caught my arms. An electric shock passed through me. I stared at his beautiful green eyes. He quickly let go of his grasp on my arm and I clumsily balanced myself.
He looked down, having a precarious expression on his face. I looked down to figure out his change of expression. Oh. I was still wearing my light blue tank top and pajamas.
"What are you wearing?" He asked with curiosity. He surveyed my clothes once again before meeting my eyes. He noticed the difference of our clothes. I was wearing clothes from the twenty first century and he was wearing ----- something that was only worn before.
"What year is it?" I said, avoiding his question.
"Where am I?"
I breathe in heavily. Maybe this was a dream, a nightmare. I pinched myself on the arm.
"Ouch!" I rubbed it gently. A red mark appeared on my pale skin. All right. This wasn't a dream. Somehow I travelled back in time to Chicago.
"This is a dream, right?" I stared at him wide-eyed. I was waiting for his assurance. I wanted him to tell me this was a dream and I would wake up again, back to my time.
"No." He said firmly, giving me a bewildered expression. I gulped. Everything was real. Right now, I was really in the past. I never thought that I would be here. Why of all places should I wake up here?
Last night, I was looking forward to a normal day in Phoenix. I would see Renee. Mom! What is she doing right now? She's probably wondering where I am? I need to go back.
"Sorry for intruding." I said nervously. I spotted the door. I pulled the handle and run out.
I was met with a whiff of cold air, making me shudder. I could hear the train chiming, releasing dirty steam. I ran, not knowing my destination. I found myself in a crowd of people. The women were wearing dresses with frills on the skirt and the men were wearing top hats and coats, similar to the clothes of the boy I met minutes ago.
They looked at me with perplexed expressions on their faces. Their expressions quickly changed to amusement. My clothes stood out among the dark colored cloth they were wearing.
Two men were eyeing me in a conspicuous manner. Their eyes weren't filled with mere curiosity, but a foreboding danger. I shuddered.
I ran away from the spectators and back to the old house. I stumbled on the way, dirtying my pajamas. I breathed in deeply and hesitantly knocked on the door. The door opened and I saw the boy standing by the door.
"I know this will sound odd, but I need a place to stay." I tried to say it confidently. I could see from the change of his expression that he was about to reject me. In the corner of my eye, I could see two men waiting for me, smiling devilishly, waiting for my actions.
The bronze-haired boy glanced to the side and saw the two suspicious men.
"Please." I pleaded. He must have realized the danger. He swing opened the door; a cautious expression masked his face.
"Get in." He said coldly. I went inside his house, feeling the safety that I lost when I went outside.
"Your clothes attract too much attention." He looked at me with those mesmerizing green eyes.
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I'm causing you too much trouble."
"It's all right." He said hesitantly. It was obvious in his expression that he didn't want a stranger in his house. Who would?
"Are you hungry?" He said, uncaringly. I shook my head, but the rumbling in my stomach contradicted my words. I blushed. I looked down, so he could not see the red color emerging from my face.
He led me to the dining room and served me soup. I tried one spoonful. It was hot. I didn't care less that it was burning my tongue. The sweet aroma and creamy substance mixed wonderfully.
"You're a good cook." I complimented him, trying to be polite.
He got the bowl and placed it on the sink. He sat down on the chair opposite from mine. He had this unfathomable expression on his face. He looked at me with such curiosity. It made me flushed. He pursed his lips and smirked.
"What is it?" I asked timidly, his penetrating green eyes still observing me.
"I've been wondering, about the clothes."
"It's the new fashion." I lied pathetically. I was never good in lying, so I gave up on the idea. I didn't want him to think I was a mentally retarded person who came from the future. He would kick me out to the cold, dangerous streets.
"You're not very good in lying." He shook his head, but I could see the amusement in his eyes. He found me interesting? I was dull. My looks were normal. I had chocolate brown eyes and brown hair. These are the most common features a person could have. The only thing that was eye catching about me was my pale white skin and my ability to trip on every object lying on the ground.
"Sorry." I hid my face behind my mahogany colored hair, so I could hide the timid expression on my face.
"Why do you keep apologizing?" He mused.
"Well. It's just that I keep on disturbing you. You don't know me, yet you help me out." I blurted out.
"Well. You don't seem dangerous." He said uncertainly.
"You look vulnerable. I don't think that you pose a threat to anyone."
"Excuse me?" I said, offended. "I am not weak." I defended myself.
"What is your name?"
"Isabella Swan." I said, irritation still masked my voice. "Call me Bella."
"Bella." My heart jumped erratically in my chest as he uttered my name. "I'm Edward Anthony Masen." He reached out for my hand and bent down his head, pressing his lips gently to my hand. I blushed at his gesture. "Pleasure to meet you."
I was startled by the sudden knock on the door. Edward was suddenly alarmed. "My parents are here. Hide in my room." He pointed at the door. I quickly walked to the room, tripping on the way. I heard him chuckled and I scowled at him.
I closed the door gently. I sat down on his bed, minutes later I found myself lying on it. I realized that I was too tired. My eyes closed involuntarily and I fell into a dreamless sleep.