OMG! So the addict has taken things a step further and is dipping her shaking toe into the writers pool!
Ive never so much as written a proper story so I understand if this isn't as epic as other fics.
You know how they say 'Those who can't do, teach"
Well I've always thought "Those who can't write, read" --- hope this doesn't apply to me after this...
Thanks to my supermodel beta, Kay, and my tesoro Snshyne for holding my hand throughout!! Read her fic Fate & Forgotten Secrets. Its in my fave list!
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1. Spills and Thrills
Beep Beep Beep Beep.
I awoke cursing to myself that I would track down the idiot who decided to design the most annoying tone for an alarm clock and give him a good kick up the ass. Honestly, the sound was ear-splittingly horrid.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Every beep was like a small hammer tapping an iron nail into my head. I rolled over and absently smacked around the bedside table until I found the perpetrator and beat off the alarm. Well I suppose if it was a soothing or softer sound, no one would ever get out of bed. I tried a radio alarm clock once and ended up sleeping through it and dreaming that I was hearing the alarm song at a karaoke bar, singing along. That alarm didn't last past that one day. I rolled to the side so I was flat on my back before letting out a groan. Five more minutes is all I need.
So five turned into thirty since I fell asleep again! I jolted up out of bed and scrambled to the bathroom. I turned on the shower to get it warmed up as I stripped out of my pajama shorts and singlet before hopping back into the now warmed water. Usually I would stand lazily under the shower for a good couple of minutes just letting the water cascade down my body, and over my face to wake me up. But the shock of getting up so late made this step unnecessary. I quickly washed my hair and body and got back out of the shower. It was the first day of classes and I only had one, but I was never one to dress to impress anyone at an ordinary college campus. Some people saw the campus as a parading ground and got all dolled up for classes. But I preferred to let my work speak for me rather than a skanky ass, short skirt. So I pulled out my staple clothing items and threw them on; jeans, shirt and flats. I ran a comb through my hair quickly just to untangle it, but otherwise left it to hang down so it could dry faster. I grabbed my book bag, which I had prepped the day before. What? I liked school and I liked to be prepared in advance. Which worked out quite well for me today since I was running late.
I walked out of my room and down the hall to the small open area of the kitchen and lounge.
"Morning sleepy head"
"Morning Jake. Sorry I slept in a bit. I didn't even hear that you were up"
"That's because you sleep like the dead. And no worries, I figured we would just grab a coffee on the way to campus because it will take too long to brew one" he said sounding like he was much more awake then I was.
"Too much effort too! Let's go"
We headed down a flight of stairs and made the short walk down the road towards our favorite coffee shop. Being that is was the first day of classes and we had come down later than usual, the coffee shop was packed. It was a good twenty minutes before I finally got my Caramel Macchiato. I needed the coffee to keep me awake but I always had a sweet tooth, so I relished the creamy mix of vanilla with the espresso shot and milk. But what made this drink irresistible for me was the velvety foam which was laced with a buttery caramel sauce on top. Upon getting the drink I inhaled deeply and let the sweet caramel and coffee smell fill my lungs. Poor Jake was still at the Barista counter because they managed to mess up his Americano by trying to give him a skinny hazelnut latte. One thing is Jake is the kind of guy who would never drink anything that contained the word skinny, hazelnut, or latte.
The place was getting full, so I gestured to Jake that I would just wait for him outside. He gave me a nod to say that he understood and then turned back around to glare at the barista.
Jake and I had only started living together only about a year ago when I first moved up from Phoenix to start college. He still had his senior year of high school, but he wanted to stay with me so he just came and enrolled in a local high school. I didn't think it was a good idea for him to uproot his life just as he was about to start his senior year. It was a year for him to focus on his studies and college applications. He shouldn't have been wasting any of that time trying to make new friends and fit into a different school. But he was determined to come with me, and in all honesty, I couldn't and wouldn't stop him. Physically he was so much bigger than me even though he was younger than me, so I couldn't kick him out anyhow. And I wouldn't stop him because I needed him as much as he needed me. We didn't fare well being apart for long periods of time. I saw that it was difficult for him to leave Phoenix and his mother but she would be ok as his two sisters, Rachel and Rebecca, would be there with her.
When we first came to Washington I went back to Forks and spent about a week with Charlie in early August whilst Jake went back to the Quileute Reservation to spend time with his extended family. We then set out to our new apartment in Seattle, which was only a walk away from the college. It was nothing too flash but it was livable, and most importantly, affordable. Jake and I were both simple people and didn't need too much to get by. I had a car and he had his Rabbit, so transport wasn't an issue so it was great that we found somewhere where we didn't need to utilize the vehicles too much.
My car was a gift from Charlie, and he said it was to make up for all the missed birthdays and Christmases. He had bought me a 2008 Saturn Aura Green Line Hybrid in a navy blue. I know it was supposed to be environmentally friendly and all but to be honest, I barely drove because I was too lazy to. Usually if I had to go somewhere it would be with Jake, so he would just drive. He loved his car so he was more than happy to drive us around. Jake's Rabbit was nothing flash but he had built it from scratch with his brother and it meant a lot to him. He was very proud of his car and treasured it dearly. If I hadn't had been there to see all the time and effort the two of them had actually put into building it, I would not have understood the love connection for such an old piece of junk.
Jake and I had never lived together before but we used to spend a lot of time together, and I could be found sleeping over his place quite often when we were still in Phoenix. It was a comfortable and easy relationship.
Jake was the outgoing one of the two of us. He looked big enough to beat you down quicker than you could blink, but he was a really friendly guy. Socially, he ran rings around me. Anyone and everyone could like Jake. He always made an effort to be nice to people and not judge them on their appearance. I, on the other hand, kept my head down and tended to hide behind others. There was nothing interesting about me to share and I just found it hard to fit into a conversation and add my opinion. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe that was why I had been in Seattle for just over a year and had not managed to make any real friends despite having been in a college full of people looking to make friends. The past year I really just kept to myself and stayed close to Jake whenever we would venture out together. I honestly didn't mind. I liked being able to go to classes and actually listen to the professor deliver his class. I liked school so it didn't phase me that there wasn't someone I could sit and gossip with during class or blow off assignments with just to go to some frat party.
Maybe I just despised people in general? Who knows. But that's probably why I hated feeling like a sardine in this coffee shop at the moment. I attempted to squeeze and shuffle my way past all the agitated people waiting for their morning coffee fix, all whilst trying not to spill my steaming coffee onto myself or anyone else. I glanced up to gather how far I had made it through the sea of people and how much further I had to go before I broke through the exit and onto a less crowded street. I was about to glance back down to check that my coffee was still balancing upright in my hands when a tussle of hair caught my attention.
By the time I was able to focus my eyes, I only saw the back of a man with a very familiar head of bronze hair shoot out the entrance. My heart rate excelled, my mind fogged over as old memories flipped like a slideshow through my head and tingly feelings came rushing back to me. These were feelings that I had not felt for a very long time and feelings that I didn't think I was able to experience ever again. I pushed my way through the crowd a little more forcefully trying to get out the door and seek out the owner of the bronze head of hair.
Unfortunately, the urgency did nothing to help my clumsiness as I tripped on my own feet and sloshed the coffee down the front of my shirt. It was only a small amount that spilt but the liquid that had spilled onto me had glued my shirt to my chest and did I mention it was a very hot coffee? I let out a bit of a squeal as I quickly freed one of my hands to peel the hot, wet fabric off of my skin. After noticing my lack of coordination, the other coffee customers quickly backed away from me, most likely fearing where the remainder of the coffee in my cup would end up. I was a little annoyed by their eagerness to get away from me, but decided to see it as a good thing because it certainly cleared the path to my exit. I burst through the door, glad that I no longer had six different bodies pressed up against me. I took a deep breath relishing the free space I had around me before I suddenly recalled why I was in such a rush to get out.
I quickly scanned the sidewalk, up and down the street, the opposite side of the street and then swiveled around to re-check everywhere I had just looked. But there was nothing. Maybe I had imagined the bronze hair or maybe it had belonged to someone else. I mean, there were over half a million people in this city. It could have been anyone. I couldn't help but feel a little depressed after I had worked myself up so much.
A hand grabbed my upper arm just above my elbow, and I jumped at the contact sloshing more coffee out of the cup and onto the sidewalk. I turned around to see a worried expression on Jake's face.
"You OK there Bells?"
"Yeah I'm fine. There were just a lot of people in there and I was getting a little claustrophobic" I lied not really wanting to reveal why I was a little jittery.
"You sure? Cos it looks like your shirt is drinking more of your coffee than you are" he snickered at me.
I groaned knowing that I would be walking around with a massive brown stain on my chest for the day. I handed my coffee to Jake for him to hold as I reached into my book bag and pulled out my hoodie. I slipped it on, glad that it covered up the stain.
"See, all fixed" I smiled to Jake as I grabbed my coffee off of him and took a sip.
We walked up the street a bit more and as we got to the campus he leaned in to give me a goodbye kiss on the forehead.
"Good luck on your first day" I wished him.
"I'll see you at home later, Bells". He called back over his shoulder as we waved goodbye to one another.
I turned to walk in the other direction when I walked into a large, solid figure. This was not my day! Not only did I run face first into this stranger but I happened to have been holding my macchiato in front of me at the time. So now there was coffee seeping through the front of the stranger's shirt as well. I groaned aloud and stepped back to look up at the poor stranger whose white and blue stripe shirt was now maimed with caramel and coffee and began to apologize.
"I'm so so sorry I didn't see…" I stopped dead in the middle of my apology as I looked up to see a big dark haired, dimple faced, grinning man who I knew too well.
"Emmett McCarty!! No way" I squealed and threw my arms out to give him a quick hug.
"Hi Bella, I see you haven't changed all that much" he said whilst prying the wet, stained shirt off of his chest. Luckily by now the coffee was only mildly warm. I couldn't help but laugh.
"No, I suppose not. I'm sorry about the shirt"
"If that's what it took for me to see you again, I'm glad that it happened"
I was grinning so much. His smile was infectious and it had been so long since I had seen him.
"What are you doing in Seattle?" I remembered to ask.
"I've lived here for about two years now and I manage a bar here in the city. I'm guessing you're studying here?" Emmett deduced whilst pointing towards the college.
"That would be correct. So what are you doing here on campus, Emmett? Taking some classes?" He laughed loudly causing a few people to turn and stare in our direction.
"Oh Lord no Bells. You know I was never really the study hard, bookworm kind of guy. I was just here to drop off a prissy fucker whose car's in for a service and thinks his ass is too good for public transport or a common ol' cab" he laughed out.
He was still the same happy, loud and big Emmett that I remembered. He grinned widely with a knowing look in his eye before saying the next line which almost made me collapse to the ground.
"That prissy fucker would be better known to you as Edward Cullen".
Soooo....? Let me know what you think. EPOV is coming up right after!
Bellas car http://www(dot)hybrid-cars(dot)org/aura/2008-saturn-aura-hybrid