Hello there dear readers! (If I happen to even have any). The author and submitter of this nouvelle fanfiction is Monnica Hurst. I am the older sister of both Maiya and Adriana. So, yup, the account Maiya9182 is now being used by not just two but THREE sisters! I actually just made my own account, but I have to wait another 24 hours to post this story, and I'm a very impatient person, so I'm posting it right here, right now.
Anyway, read the chapter, decide if you like it, and if you do, I will be posting Chapter 3, 4, 5, etc.. on my own account shortly. Here's my username:
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight's characters and plot, but I did purchase the book from Stephenie Meyer.
Stacy, can I come over after school?
We can hang around by the pool You know
Did your mom get back from her business trip?
Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip?
I'm not the little boy that I used to be
I'm all grown up now
Baby can't you see? Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
And I've waited for so long
Stacy, can't you see
You're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong but
I'm in love with Stacy's mom
I'm completely fucked.
Actually, I've been fucked since my sixteenth birthday when my asshole of an older brother, James, brought home his girlfriend, Isabella Swan. Yeah, you guessed right. Isabella and Swan are the two words that got me in this cluster-fuck of shit.
My brother James and I had never been close. He always made me feel like I was his loser of a little brother and like I didn't belong. We were both adopted by Esme and Carlisle Cullen. They were my parents, for all intents and purposes. They also adopted a baby girl named Alice the year before they adopted me. She's one year older than me, and a hell of a lot closer to me than James.
When James came back home for my birthday with his new girlfriend, just a month after starting college, I took one look at her and decided she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
She had long, rich chocolaty colored hair that smelled of strawberries and wide, deep brown eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. Her skin was a creamy pale color, her lips were full and pink, and her smile made my heart stop. She had soft, gentle curves that made me want to wrap my arm around her waist.
But what's more was her personality. She had a gentle, modest way of speaking but was at the same time funny and interesting. Everything she did captured my interest. I wondered why she chose to put mustard on her hot dog before relish, and why she skipped the ketchup all together. I wondered why she smiled and looked at the table when Esme suggested that her dad get his hair cut by a lady by the name of Sue Clearwater. I found out that she preferred to be called Bella and I wondered why she didn't like Isabella. I discovered that she had lived in Forks before we moved there and wondered why she had chosen to move here with her dad and leave her mom.
And then I looked at James and wondered what the hell she was doing with him. He was loud, rude, and arrogant. He didn't have a gentle bone in his body, and all his jokes were so incredibly crude and stupid. My suspicions were confirmed the moment he kissed her and she stiffened and pulled away quickly.
We didn't see her again after that. James admitted that they broke up after only two months. Everyone had been disappointed, but I don't think anyone was as disappointed as me. I was happy they weren't together anymore, but I wanted more than anything to see her again.
A day doesn't go by that I don't think of her. Pathetic, right? Its been about seven years.
I am now almost twenty-four years old, and living in New York City. I haven't heard from James in I don't know how many years. He goes all over the world doing God knows what and visits Mom and Dad maybe once every two years, at best. I compose music for other people as a living but never actually perform it on my own. I've never wanted public fame, however I do teach at an elementary school a little ways away.
There's one little girl named Stacy Dwyer who I absolutely love. She has a strange shade of blond hair and big brown eyes and is the most polite child you will ever meet. Normally I don't teach second graders instrumental music, but she's special. She expressed great interest in my piano and I've recently taken on teaching her how to play for a half hour after school every Friday. I've never met her mother, as her grandmother drives her home on Fridays. Apparently her mom works late that day so she can be home during the weekends.
Anyway, this Sunday morning was just like any other. I made breakfast, worked on a new piece for a bit, made lunch, then went out for a walk to find inspiration. I usually just sit in the park down the road for an hour, or until one-thirty, and dreamed up melodies in my mind. Something always comes to me there. I often find more peace in the outdoors rather than in my apartment. The sound of birds chirping and the breeze blowing through the trees brings me perfect contentment. I know it sounds gay, but it's true. There's a specific spot surrounded by large oak trees and yellow and white pansies that is secluded from the rest of the park. I go to that spot each and every day, and not once have I ever been interrupted. It is, of course, the ideal place for me to think.
But today, I stayed at that spot for an hour…and a half.
Before you start laughing at me, that's not exactly the reason why I'm screwed, or fucked, or in a not-so-pleasant situation, or whatever you want to call it. It's just a contributing factor. If I had left after only one hour like I usually do, I wouldn't have gotten into this position.
I had looked at my watch and seen that it was two o'clock. I stood up and was about to walk forward when a strange feeling came over me, causing me to hesitate and continue standing exactly where I was. I wanted to move, but a little voice told me to stay put. I shook my head and laughed at myself for being so utterly stupid and took one step forward.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground. Something had smashed right into me. There was a substantial amount of weight on top of me, and my first thought was that a tree had fallen on top of me. However, whatever was on top of me was no where near as heavy as a tree. Just as I was about to open my eyes, I got a whiff of an amazing smell.
I opened my eyes and stared into the same wide, brown eyes that haunted my dreams almost every night.
"Isabella Swan?" I whispered in surprise.
She was as beautiful as I remembered her, and she looked almost exactly the same, except for the fact that she had side bangs, whereas before she hadn't had any bangs at all. And she had run straight into me.
A strand of her hair fell onto my cheek and I breathed in its scent. It was then I realized that she was lying on top of me, her hands on my chest and one of her legs in between my own. Her breasts were smooshed up against my chest and her top was low cut which revealed her bra. She followed my gaze and blushed, but when she met my eyes, all of my thoughts disappeared. The electricity in the air around us crackled and my breathing grew deeper and deeper. Her eyes seemed to fog over, and before I knew what had happened, her lips were on mine.
My hands went to her cheek and her hair, and both of hers tangled into my own hair. She trailed her tongue along my bottom lip, and I moaned. Her tongue pushed forward to meet mine, and I groaned again, only this time her moan mingled with my own. The moment I heard her sound of pleasure, I lost all reason.
My arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her against me. She responded just as willingly and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pushed on my chest and I leaned away from her immediately, but she sat up as well and began to undo the buttons of my shirt before resuming kissing me. When all the buttons were undone, she ran her hands across my chest. A shudder rippled through my body.
I reached for her shirt and undid the buttons even faster than she had done to me. I bent my head down and kissed each of her breasts softly. She sighed and whispered softly to me.
"What's your name?"
I was suddenly very nervous. I probably should have said something like, "It doesn't matter," but instead I told her the truth.
She gasped and her eyes flew to mine. She stared at me for several seconds and I watched as recognition lit up her eyes.
"I remember you now," she said, a little louder than a whisper.
She pulled away from me quickly and did up her shirt.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She shook her head back and forth quickly while biting her bottom lip, then stood up. I stood up as well and grabbed her hand in my own. Now that I had kissed Bella, I knew I would die for her lips on mine a second time. It honestly freaked me out that she had this kind of an effect on me. I had only seen her once in my life, and her image had been burned in my brain since then. Now that I'd kissed her…
I didn't even want to think what I'd feel like without her.
"Bella, tell me. What did I do?"
She looked up into my eyes pleadingly, silently asking for me to understand.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just can't. I can't."
I was about to open my mouth to speak when her phone rang.
"One minute," she said as she pulled it from her jeans and held it up to her ear.
"Hello?" she said. Just her voice caused shivers to run up my spine and memories of my sixteenth birthday to flood through my brain.
"Hi Sweetie, how was school?"
My heart dropped. She had a kid. Was she married? Had she just cheated on her husband with me? Was that why she said she couldn't do this?
"Okay, I'll be home soon. What? No, we talked about this, little Miss Stacy Dwyer. You may not eat Grandma's baking before I have a look at it myself."
Ho. Ly. Shit.
Stacy Dwyer. The wide brown eyes. The polite personality. She was Bella's child. Who had she gotten that strange shade of blond from? The only person I remembered who had hair like that was—
James's hair was just like hers. They broke up…seven years ago. And Stacy is…almost seven. Stacy Dwyer is my niece.
And I just kissed and did a whole lot more with her mother, who I have this inexplicable attraction to.
Oh, fuck me.
And I know that you think it's just a fantasy
But since your dad walked out
Your mom could use a guy like me Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
She's all I want
Stacy's mom has got it goin' on
And I've waited so long
Stacy, can't you see
You're just not the girl for me
I know it might be wrong
But I'm in love with Stacy's mom