My new story. I got the idea from a dream, weirdly enough. Lol.
Sorry about you Rosalie Fans, but there is no Rosalie in this fanfic. I thought that this was a pretty good idea, so yeah. . . . Tell me what you think! The Review button won't kill you, ya' know. :P
Thanks for reading!
I tapped my zebra stripped nails on the counter of the store. The lady behind the cash looked at me, glaring.
"Look, Ms. Brownson, we don't have any of those in stock." she told me, her voice impaient.
"Listen," I said politely. "I've been waiting all week for those things. One of your sons told me that it would be coming in today. I would like my merchandise." I sighed.
"Lydia," the lady said. "I've told you over and over, we don't have any."
I sighed. "I guess you can't help me then."
I strode out of the store like a graceful panther. I passed many people, who turned to stare at me.
I caught glimpes of myself in store windows. Bleach blond hair that was spiked up, zebra striped nails, faded jeans, black tank top, and a pair of sunglasses. I was always stereo typed as that "weird rocker-like chick" but I never felt that way. I felt like I was unique in my own special way, and people just had to learn to deal with it. In fact, I liked techno music and hated rock.
I growled at myself, though it wasn't even a growl. I was silent as I passed even more people in my search of the next store that might carry my brother's stupid comic books.
"Why, Liam, why?" I murmured to myself. "Why did you do this to me?"
I kept walking, people staring at me as I passed. I felt like a movie star, but I sure as heck wasn't treated like one.
I grabbed my MP3 player from my pocket, and I jabbed the ear phones into my ears. I then turned it on, turn the volume up full blast, and started humming to the tune of the song I was listening to.
I was walking to the beat now, and no one seemed to notice. I was whistling as I passed a store. It seemed nice, cute, cozy. Probably a music store or a cafe or something along those lines. Then, suddenly, I could hear some people stumble out, laughing like drunks. I looked and they were drunk. They noticed me, and one of them whistled at me, and motioned for me to come towards him. I shook my head, and I started forward again.
Something grabbed my shoulder, and I gasped. I turned around, and one of the older drunks pulled me closer to him.
"You and me, Freaky Girl. We could have some real fun, eh?" he asked.
I knew exactly what he wanted.
I shook my head, taking the "Nice Girl" way out, hoping he would leave me alone.
He smiled, and tried to kiss me. I slapped his face, and backed away slowly. People were still just walking by like it was normal. And it pretty much was in Carson City. Girls got assulted, no one cared. It was just the way the merry-go-round spun, you know?
"Stay away," I cautioned him as he and his drunk buddies laughed stupidly. He started forward again, and I took a sharp left, running into a back alley. They followed me, the stupid morons. I stopped when I realized I was probably making a stupid decision by running down an alley way; No one would hear me screaming when he . . . Ugh.
I stopped, backing up against a brick wall. He touched my cheek, and he inched closer, smiling as his friend laughed stupidly again.
But then that was when a booming voice bellowed, "Leave her alone!"
I looked to my right, and there, standing like a hero, was a burly man, probably at least twenty-one, and behind him, was a little pixie like girl with black spiky hair. Beside her was a honey blond haired male, who looked like he was completely in pain. And beside the burly guy, was a bronze haired male who looked like he had fallen from heaven.
They were all completely pale, and had golden eyes. The drunks just laughed stupidly again, and the one that was touching me kept inching towards me.
That was it. No more nice girl act.
"Ah!" I screamed, landing a right hook punch right into his nose. He screamed, tumbling backwards, holding his nose.
"The witch broke my nose!" he shouted.
"And I hope it hurt, you donkey!" I yelled back, bouncing on my feet. "Bring it!"
The drunks took this as a challange; two of them started towards me, and one stayed behind.
Then, the drunk that I had hopefully broke his nose got back up again, and the burly man was grabbing him, shoving him away from me. The honey blond grabbed the two that were closing in on me, and the bronze haired one handled the last one. The pixie grabbed my hand, and started pulling me out of the alley way, and to a silver Volvo.
"Uh . . ." my voice trailed off.
"Are you okay, Lydia? They didn't hurt you, did they?" the pixe asked me.
"No," I replied quickly. "I think I hurt the one guy more then he hurt me."
"I'm, so, so, so, so, so sorry, Lydia. I was keeping an eye on you because of my brother, but then we got side tracked at a store, and I didn't want you to get hurt, but then Edward heard those drunks guys talking and he told Emmett, and well, you know Emmett, he had to go and save you and . . ."
My brain was fried. It was information over load. I stared blankly as she kept talking and babbling about how sorry she was. I remembered her now; she was Alice Cullen, one of the Cullen kids. Her brothers were Edward and Emmett, and her hubby was Jasper Hale. School was how she met me, and how she knew my name. We had bumped into each other once in the hall, but nothing more. I was the school loner, so I didn't have any friends.
". . . And then you broke that guys nose and he stumbled back and then Emmett got all into attack mode and–"
"Alice! Your overloading her brain." a deep, rumbling voice boomed suddenly.
I jumped two feet into the air, gasping. Alice laughed and placed a small hand on my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" she asked me again as the burly guy, the honey blond, and the bronze one came up to her side. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward. That was there names.
I nodded slowly, staring at Emmett. He was just so . . . huge. His curly hair fell in just the right way, and his eyes were like a hawks, intensely staring and watching me.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." I mumbled, breaking away from his eyes.
Emmett mock punched my shoulder. "Don't mention it, Lydia."
I smiled, and punched him back. My own hand throbbed, my eyes went wide, and I smiled fakely again as my hand retreated away from him.
Owie. . . .
My leg has been all wack-o lately. Hopefully it's nothing bad.
My cat is mewing at me. I must go figure out what he wants.