A/N: Hey guys! I hope all of you have come back for the sequel of Not Your Concern! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ NOT YOUR CONCERN…YOU PROBABLY WON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS STORY! Anyway, here is the first chapter of Break the Sky. I hope you enjoy it, it's called: Arizona.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. I also don't own any celebrities or pop culture icons referenced. The plot is mine.
Rating: M for language, themes, and sexual content.
The air was just as I remembered it to be. Hot, dry, heavy and unbearable. It was like a welcome home present from Arizona. I inhaled the scent of sand and sun as I exited the airport. Phil was supposed to be picking me up, but it appeared he was not here yet. I had called him as I exited the plane, and he had said he was almost here.
I stood on my tiptoes, looking for the black BMW he said he would be driving. Unfortunately, black BMW's were common in Phoenix. I sighed in annoyance and slipped on the sunglasses I bought in the airport before leaving Forks. I knew I wouldn't need them at home, but Phoenix practically required them.
I pulled my suitcase with me off to the side so I wouldn't block the way for the other jetsetters.
Eventually, the high shrieking of a car horn caught my attention, and I looked up to see Phil waving at me as he got out of his BMW. I grabbed my bag and headed toward the man that I had only met a few times before.
"Good afternoon, Isabella, how was your flight?" he asked in a cheerful tone as he grabbed my suitcase and tossed it in the trunk.
I shrugged. "You can call me Bella. It was okay, I guess. I don't really like flying," I replied, trying to be friendly.
Phil headed to the passenger side door and opened it for me. I thanked him, and he quickly closed the door and hopped in the driver seat.
"Alright then, Bella. I'm not much of a fan of flying either, but it gets better the more you do it," he said starting the engine before pressing the gas and maneuvering around the other cars parked by the doors.
"I guess that makes sense," I mumbled, gazing out the window at the vast city of Phoenix. It looked much larger in the car than it did in the plane.
Phil put on his left turn signal and sighed as he made the turn onto some road. "I thought we would go to my office real quick, get the keys to your house that you left with me before you went to Forks. I haven't been to the office today, so I didn't think to bring them," he said.
I nodded as he turned down another road. I bit my lip as I watched the buildings blur on either side of me. It was so odd. I hadn't been in the city in so long I kept expecting to see the blur of the trees outside the window. I missed Forks already.
Forks! Shit! I was supposed to call Edward! I slipped my hand inside my front pocket frantically and grabbed my cell phone just as Phil parked the car. He must have noticed the phone in my hand, because he suggested I wait in the car while he ran up to get the keys and a few other things.
Once Phil had disappeared into the building, I held down Edward's speed dial button and waited while it rang.
"Bella?" his voice chimed after the fourth ring. He sounded out of breath, like he had been running.
I smiled into the receiver. "Of course it's me. What are you doing? You sound like you've been working out."
"Emmett thought he would take my mind off of things by playing touch football with Jasper."
"Yeah, he and Alice were hanging out, but she handed him over to us, because Rose wanted to go dorm shopping or something."
I had almost forgotten that Rose and Emmett were done with high school. It was going to be so different without them there. At least they were going to University of Washington in Seattle. It wouldn't be too far of a drive.
"Sounds like I'm missing out," I mumbled sarcastically. I hated shopping, even if it was for furniture.
Edward chuckled, and it was like music to my ears. "You should have heard Alice whining about how she wished you could go with them. I didn't even bother saying anything," he said.
"I would much rather play football with you guys."
"I would like to play my own version of football with just you in my room, minus the football, and it would be a combo of touch and tackle."
"You know you miss me," he said with a sigh, all serious business now.
I mimicked his sigh. "I do," I admitted.
"I wish I was there with you," he said sadly.
I didn't say anything. He had been trying to get me to let him come with me, but I put my foot down. Even though, yes, I did want him here with me, I knew I should do this alone. He said he understood, but he still kept trying to weasel his way into coming with me.
"What's the weather like in Forks right now?" I asked changing the subject.
"You're asking me about the weather?"
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "Yeah, I guess I am."
"It's overcast, it will probably rain later. What's it like in Phoenix? Sunny?"
"Yeah, it's sunny. It's June, it's like ninety eight degrees out right now, and I'm not talking about the band."
"Really? That's insane!" he said, sounding truly surprised.
I chuckled and switched the phone to my other ear. "Yes, really! You were there when I checked the weather online before I left."
"I never believe what it says online."
"Just because it's wrong about weather in Washington doesn't mean it goes for other states. Washington is just bipolar when it comes to weather."
I noticed the doors of Phil's office open, and the man himself walked right out, taking his time down the steps.
"Edward, I gotta go, Phil is here. I'll call you later, okay?"
Edward sighed loudly into the phone. "Alright, I'll be waiting for your call. I love you."
"I love you, too," I said before hanging up the phone as Phil reached the car and hopped in the driver seat.
He greeted me and handed me the keys to my mother's house before starting the car, pealing out onto the street and heading to god knows where.
Phil adjusted the air conditioner so it was up full blast, glancing at me to see if it was okay. "I got you a hotel room at the Wyndham Phoenix. I didn't think you'd really want to stay at your mother's house. No one has been in there in years, so it has to be dusty," he told me.
I nodded and mumbled a thank you. I had been worried about where I was staying. I thought for sure I would be staying at the house, but I was glad he had thought to get me a hotel room, especially at such a nice hotel. I frowned thinking about how much the room must have cost.
"Don't worry, my company is paying for it as well as the realtor since we basically forced you down here," Phil said, reading my mind.
I gave him a short smile and watch as he turned down various streets in the direction of the Wyndham.
When we arrived at the tan building, Phil went to the front desk and got my room key while I stood off to the side with my suitcase. He tried to walk me up to my room and carry my suitcase, but I insisted that I was fine. He gave up and told me he would give me a call later.
The room was nice, spacious, modern and clean. It looked like it had just popped out of a magazine, it was that beautiful. I set my suitcase by the table near the window and explored all the drawers of the dresser, finding only spare pillows and a map of Phoenix.
My eyes widened at the very modern flat screen bolted to the wall above the dresser. I had never stayed in a hotel with a flat screen.
I wandered over to the nightstand on one side of my king sized bed and opened the top draw. Inside, there was a bible and an instruction manual to the TV and remote. There was also a small pamphlet that suggested restaurants around the city. The second drawer was empty except for a note pad that had the hotels name emblazoned on the top.
Next, I tested the bed, finding it the most comfortable mattress I had ever laid upon at a hotel – hell, even my bed at home wasn't that comfortable. I would miss this bed when I left.
When I finally was able to get myself out of the bed, I made my way to the mini fridge next to the dresser. It was empty, but I planned on buying a ton of pop and Gatorade to fill it with later.
I eventually got to the bathroom and stood in the doorway for at least fifteen seconds, admiring the granite flooring and walls. There was a large Jacuzzi tub in the corner that had a curtain that surround it for privacy or if you just wanted to shower. There was also a toilet, nothing too marvelous about that. Next to the double sink, there was a little note telling the hotel guest to try to not waste water by taking shorter showers and not flushing the toilet as much. Arizona was one of those states that lacked water and had to get it shipped in from the east.
I used the bathroom quickly before making my way back to the comfy bed, running and jumping onto its plushy softness, climbing under the covers, and quickly falling asleep for an afternoon nap.
After Bella had called to tell me she was in Arizona, I had no idea what to do with myself. Jasper and Emmett didn't want to play touch football anymore, and Alice and Rosalie were out shopping for bullshit.
I sat on the armchair in the living room with the book Bella had gotten me before she left and listened to the sounds of Emmett and Jasper playing some mindless video game.
"What the fuck are you reading, Eddie?" Emmett asked, glancing at me quickly before looking back at the TV with pure concentration.
"The Catcher in the Rye," I replied glancing down at the cover. "Bella bought it for me before she left."
Emmett chuckled. "And you're going to read it?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I plan on reading it."
"You're whipped, dude," Emmett said.
I sighed. "And you're not? I see how you are around Rosalie. You're just as whipped as I am, douche bag."
"At least Rose doesn't make me read books."
"Bella isn't making me do anything! She just bought it for me because she thought I would like it."
I realized that we sounded like twelve year olds, and Jasper was totally ignoring it. He seemed really focused on the game.
Emmett nudged Jasper with his elbow. "Who do you think is more whipped, Jasper? Edward the pansy, or me, Mr. Cool?" he asked.
Jasper paused the game and looked from me to Emmett, then back again. "Does it matter? You both are pretty much whipped," he replied with a bored voice.
I chuckled. "You know he's just as whipped as us, Em. He's got Alice."
Emmett's laughter practically shook the living room. "You're right, Eddiepuss. Alice is way more demanding than Rose or Bella," he said.
"Are you sure that Rose isn't as high maintenance as Alice? I live with the woman. She's crazy," Jasper said.
It was moments like these that I remembered why Jasper and I had been friend when we were younger. The carefree playing and joking. This was the Jasper I remembered. It was almost like I was having a flashback to our childhood with him here talking like old times.
Ever since Bella had apologized to Jasper and they set things right, he and I hung out with her a lot more. We had actually began talking again, and not just about her. We would talk about our interests and would hold up conversations easily when the girls were together. It seemed that our childhood bond was still there, even though it had been long neglected.
Rosalie and Alice returned to the house a few hours later, Alice carrying about ten bags in her hands. I rolled my eyes as she set them on the floor behind the couch before embracing Jasper.
She and Jasper had finally decided to be an official couple about three months ago in March. They were basically joined at the hip now. Bella and I even went on a few double dates with them on the weekends.
"Alice, I thought you were dorm shopping for Rose, not shopping for you!" I mumbled when she finally pulled away from Jasper.
My tiny sister rolled her eyes. "I'm getting a head start on my Christmas shopping," she said, flipping her short hair and grabbing Jasper's hand.
"Christmas? Aren't you doing that a little early?" I asked in shock. Who honestly did their Christmas shopping in June?
She giggled. "Silly Edward, December 25th is only six months away! That leaves very little time for my extensive shopping," Alice explained. I rolled my eyes. Only Alice.
I noticed that Rose had come into the room sometime while I was talking to my sister. I gave her a nod in acknowledgement.
"Did you hear from Bella yet?" she asked, sitting down next to Emmett where Jasper had been sitting before Alice had stolen his attention.
I nodded. "Yeah, she landed, and she is now safely in Phoenix."
Rose nodded but didn't ask more. Alice, on the other hand, was not as easily satisfied with such brief input.
"Has she gone to her old house yet? Is she staying there? Did she say if Phil was hot in person?"
I blinked. "Uh, she hadn't gone to the house when I talked to her, and I have no idea where she's staying. Also, she didn't really mention that Phil was attractive."
Alice groaned. "You are so bad at getting information," she mumbled before dragging Jasper toward the staircase, probably to her room.
"Be safe! Use a condom!" Emmett yelled, his voice echoing off the walls followed by his laughter.
I was surprised to see how cool Emmett was about Alice and Jasper dating. I guess it probably had to do with the fact that Jasper was a very worthy opponent in video games, thus, worthy of Alice. Whatever his logic, I'm glad that he approved.
I went up to my room a little while later, ignoring the loud music playing in Alice's room, confirming Emmett's suspicion of hanky panky. Hopefully they followed Emmett's advice about the whole condom thing. That could turn messy – in more than one way.
I turned on my CD player and flopped down on my bed, pulling The Catcher in the Rye out of my front pocket where I had stored it during Emmett's torment.
I had read for about an hour before I felt my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I practically fell out of bed in excitement as I pulled the device from my pocket and held it up to my ear, greeting the person I wanted to talk to the most.
"Bella!" I almost cheered into the phone.
"Edward!" she mimicked my excited voice before letting out a soft laugh. It was beautiful.
I smiled into the phone. "So, what's going on? Anything new since the last time I talked to you?" I asked eager for new details.
"Yeah, I'm staying at some really fancy hotel. It's almost as nice as your house, but the bed is more comfortable," she said with a chuckle.
"The bed may be more comfortable than mine, but does it have the memories of us on it?" I paused. "Didn't think so."
"Maybe I'll steal the mattress so it can have memories of us on it. Do you think the airport will notice if I try to sneak on a king sized mattress?"
"Of course not."
I could almost hear her smile through the phone. "Perfect then."
We giggled together; it was almost like we were sitting next to each other. If I closed my eyes, it was like she was here.
"How is everyone at home? Jasper still there?"
"Yeah, he's here. Last time I check he was getting busy with my sister."
"You checked on them? You pervert!" Wow, that was the second time she called me that today.
I shuddered. "Fuck, no! I just overheard some very loud music while going into my room. I just assumed."
Bella chuckled. "Sounds like they learned a thing or two from us," she said.
Bella and I talked for about an hour before she said she had to go because Phil was trying to call her. When I hung up with her, the distance between us became real again.
A/N: Not the longest but I hope you liked it. Things are going well, no? Well…things will get more intense in the upcoming chapters. I really hope you like this and that I'm not ruining the story. Anyway, check out everything I have set up for this story in my profile. There's a link to the banner that I made and also a playlist and a trailer for this story! Please take the time and review!
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