Summary: Alice and Rosalie bring Bella along on a single's cruise. On her first day, Bella gets seasick and has to pay a visit to Dr. Cullen. From there on, will it be smooth sailing or rough seas? M-rated for future lemons.
A/N: As always, I want to thank my beta, ManiacMotherland.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyers does. I just get to put everyone on a boat and give Bella sea sickness.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I exclaimed. "A single's cruise? I'm going home." My friends and their bright ideas, but I doubt they simply forgot to mention this was a single's cruise. They probably did it on purpose.
"Bella, calm down. You're already here, so you are not leaving," my friend Rosalie demanded, as she tipped the cab driver and exited the car. "You know that if we had told you beforehand, you would not have come with us."
"You should have told me anyway. I don't want to do this. It's too soon," I said.
"It's been over a year. It's time to stop being a nun and get out there and mingle," Rosalie stated.
"Come on, Bella. Please don't be angry. We just want you to have some fun. Besides, it's only for four days." That would be my friend Alice. She's the one that came up with this brilliant idea of a summer cruise. She said it would be fun. Some sun and the ocean breeze would do me good, and maybe we could meet some interesting people, she said. She just forgot to mention those interesting people would be single men.
After a half hour or so, they finally convinced me to stay. Reminding me repeatedly that I had already paid for it and couldn't get a refund, we finally climbed aboard.
Greeting us was a woman by the name of Angela. She was the cruise director and seemed very nice. Noticing my bad mood, she said, "Don't worry, if any of the guys get out of hand, we throw them overboard."
"How about you just throw me over now and put me out of my misery?" I asked.
"Oh Bella, it won't be that bad. Come on, let's go put our stuff in our rooms and get back out here so we can join the festivities," Alice said.
"I just want to find a nice piece of ass," Rosalie exclaimed.
As we were walking away, Angela said, "Have a good time, ladies."
When we got to our floor and off the elevator, we were greeted by a couple of men.
"Well, hello ladies. Looking to have some fun?" the big, muscular one with dark hair asked.
"Sure are honey, but not with you," Rosalie told them as we walked by flipping her hair.
I could hear the tall blonde talk to his friend. "Smooth move asshole," he snipped.
"Hey, at least we know what floor they're on. That blonde is hot." The big one said.
Thankfully, I didn't hear the rest because the elevator closed.
We got to our rooms and went in. We had separate rooms which was nice. My luggage was already there, so at least I did not have to go looking for it.
I started to unpack my things. This is going be a great four days. I could have spent my last few weeks of summer making sure I had all my lesson plans in order and getting all my supplies ready, but no.
I can't believe they dragged me here. I didn't want to find anyone. For some reason, I still missed Jake. What the hell? For the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. It had been almost a year since we'd broken up.
I'd thought we were happy. We had known each other since high school, when I'd moved back to Forks to live with my dad. Three years ago, after I graduated from college, we became involved. We even talked about marriage, which made my dad happy. I should have known something was wrong the last few months we were together, however. He started hanging out with his friends more. At least that's where he said he was. I just figured he was spending more time with them so he wouldn't feel bad after we got married because he wouldn't see them as much afterwards.
It came as quite a shock to me when one day he came home after work and said he was moving out. I tried to talk with him but all he said was he needed more than a boring school teacher. That he needed excitement and I couldn't give that to him. Boring and mousy is what he said before he stormed out the door.
I sat there on the bed in my cabin reliving that day in my head. I could feel the tears coming. Damn it, why couldn't I just let it go and get over it already? But it really hurt. One day, a few weeks after the break up, I realized that after all time we were together, Jake had never called me beautiful. He always use to say how cute I was, but never that I was beautiful. I know I'm not the most beautiful woman on earth, but I never thought of myself as ugly. But Jake did, and I had convinced myself he was right.
No one will ever want me because I'm ugly and boring, I told myself. Not like my friends, Alice and Rosalie. They were my college roommates and we have been friends ever since then. Alice was just a bundle of energy with lots of personality. And Rose always looked like she just stepped out of a magazine. Both of them just as beautiful on the outside as on the inside.
Just then, the girls came charging into my room through a side door.
"I got us adjoining room. Isn't that great?" Alice exclaimed loudly.
"Wonderful." I retorted. Great, now they can come in to my room anytime. I'll have to make sure I lock that door.
"Come on. Let's go up on deck and wave goodbye to Seattle." I rolled my eyes and she said, "Don't look at me like that. This is going to be a great vacation. I just know it.
We went back up on deck to watch Seattle fade in to the background. This ship was scheduled to sail the Pacific down the coast and back up. There were no stops, so I was stuck on the dame thing for the next four days. Oh, joy. Just kill me now.
We had been sitting at a table outside by the bar. After one beer I started to feel a bit sick. I had been on the water before, but that was just a lake and not the ocean.
"I'm not feeling too well. I think I'll go lie down for a while." I told my friends.
"Are you already sea sick?" Rosalie asked. "We have only been out to sea for an hour."
"I think so," I said.
"You should go see the ship's doctor. Maybe they'll have those Dramamine patches or something like that," Alice said.
"Okay. I'll see you later," I got up from my chair and left.
As I walked through the doors to the lobby, those two guys from the elevator where walking out.
"Looking a little green there," the big one laughed.
His friend smacked him on the back of the head. "Oww! Dickhead," the big one screamed.
"What the fuck?"
The blonde friend said while they were walking out, "That wasn't nice to make fun of her."
I smiled at the nice blonde one, but his friend was right. I was a little green and very woozy.
I saw Angela talking to a porter. I waited until she was done and walked over to her.
"Hello… Isabella, right?" she asked.
"Just Bella, please."
"What can I do for you, Bella?"
"Can you direct me the ship's doctor please. I think I'm getting sea sick," I said.
"Wow, that's fast. We haven't been out that long," she stated.
"Yeah, so I've heard."
"Well, okay," she looked at me questioningly. "Just go down that hallway and turn right at the end. Halfway down, you'll find the office. I think the doctor should be in. If not, come back and I'll have him paged."
"Thank you, Angela." I said.
"Hope you feel better. I'd hate for you to be stuck in your room the entire trip."
As I started down the hallway, I thought to myself, maybe that's not such a bad thing, to be stuck in my room. It's not like anyone would be hitting on me. But I still needed something, because feeling like this just sucked.
I had just turned right at the end of the hallway and my stomach lurched. Oh no, I thought to myself, don't get sick. I continued walking and made it to the doctor's office. I turned the handle and walked in.
I called out, "Hello." My stomach lurched again and I started looking for a trash can. Spotting one in the corner, I ran to it, just in the nick of time.
I don't know how long it took, but after I was done and lifted my head, I heard someone say, "I wasn't sure if you were ever going to stop. I put a chair behind you. Please sit down. Here's a towel."
I reach my arm around to grab the towel, and then felt for the chair and sat down. I really did not want anyone to see me like this right now so I threw the towel over my face.
"Would you like some water?" the voice asked. I just nodded my head.
"Here you go," he said and placed the container in my hand.
I took a swig and swished it around my mouth then spit in out in the trash can. I took another sip and this time swallowed it. I sighed, feeling a little better, but not much.
"So, what can I do for you, besides the towel, trash and water?" the man said.
"I came to see if you had anything for sea sickness. This ocean thing is not agreeing with me, you could say," I confessed.
I heard him chuckle, "Happens to a lot of people. Don't worry I've got just what you need."
At this point, I still hadn't looked at the man who as talking to me. Not that I could see, my eyes where still wet with tears. I did however listen carefully to the sound of his voice and couldn't believe my ears. His voice was exquisite; it sounded like music. I had to see where it was coming from.
I turned my head to see him turned around and reaching into the cabinet above the counter. Wow, cute ass, I thought to myself. He was dressed in white, but his pants seemed to hug his butt just right. Great, just my luck, the cute-assed doctor had just seen me puke my guts out. Could this day get any worse?
I answered my own question the second he turned around. Yes it could. Yes, he was hot from the back, but that was nothing could compare to the front.
Holy shit! I had to be dreaming. I was looking at the most beautiful man I have ever seen. His face was like a…. oh, how to describe it. The only thing that I could come up with because of the chiseled jaw was a Greek god. And that hair, I just wanted to run my fingers through it. It was a bronzy color and looked like he just crawled out of bed.
Then I saw his eyes. I just melted. They were the most perfect shade of green, like shiny emeralds. They just drew me in, like I was being hypnotized.
Oh my, he was incredible, and beautiful and hot, all rolled into one. Looking at him made me tingle in places that had not felt anything in a long time.
I thought to myself, Stop it Bella. This gorgeous man would not be interested in someone like you, who is plan and boring. He would want someone just a beautiful as him.
And with that, I looked away, embarrassed that I could think this man could want me.
"Are you okay? Are you going to be sick again?" he asked.
"No, no. I just wanna go back to my room and lie down," I said, trying not to look at him again.
"Okay," he said. "First, let's get this patch on you. It should help with the motion sickness. You put it behind your ear. Here let me show you."
I felt the hair on the side of my face being pushed back off my shoulder.
"Do you mind?" he asked.
"No, it's fine," I said, still not looking at him.
Then I felt it. His finger tip brushed along my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. I guess he felt it because he said, "Sorry, my hands are cold."
I then felt something being pressed behind my ear and a rubbing circular motion across it. I can only assume it was his finger making sure the patch was on securely. But just that light touch from him sent my hormones into overdrive. I bit my lip so I wouldn't moan at his touch, but I think my panty where soaked.
Oh, hell! Keep it together, girl.
"There, all set," he said. "Now, just go and lie down for a bit. You should feel better in a few hours."
"Okay. Thank you." I said, trying to stand up. I started to feel light-headed and wobbled, almost falling over. But I quickly felt arms wrapping around me, trying to catch me.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Maybe you should sit down again."
"Just a bit light-headed." I confessed, making the mistake of looking at his face and eyes. "I'll be fine once I get to my room."
He smiled this crooked little smirk and said, "How about I help you get there? We wouldn't want you falling down, now would we?"
I tried to think of something to say but all that came out was, "Ah, okay." I'm such a lame ass.
"Okay then," he smiled again. I definitely needed to change my undies now.
"Hey Ben!" he called out to someone in the back. "I'm going to escort Miss…. What's your name?"
What's my name? Oh that's right, "Bella, Bella Swan." I hoped that came out clear enough, I was still looking into his eyes.
"Bella, that's a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." As he said that, it looked like his eyes started to shine brighter, if that was possible. "Ben, I will be escorting Miss Swan back to her room. Be back in a bit."
I heard a chuckle from the back room and then the guy named Ben said, "Okay."
He held onto my elbow as we walked out of the office, him holding the door open for me. As soon as we got to the hallway, he put his arm around my waist. I stiffened and looked up at him.
There's that smile again, damn.
"If you stumble, I'll already have a hold of you so you won't fall," he smirked.
I grinned back, not wanting to breathe on him. Man, I wish I had a mint or something. I knew I had puke breath.
When we made it to the elevator, he asked what floor. I told him, and as soon as we got in, he pressed the number.
I was leaning against the wall, and he was a few feet from me, so I figured it was safe to talk.
"Thank you for helping me. I've never gotten sick from being on the water before," I told him.
"It happens a lot to people. So you've never been on a cruise ship before?" he asked.
"No, but I've gone fishing with my dad on a very small boat." Why don't you just shut up
Bella? I told myself. He doesn't want to know about your life.
He didn't say anything else so I kept quiet.
After we got out of the elevator, his arm was back around my waist. I had to admit it felt nice.
"Well, this is me," I said as soon as we got to my cabin.
He pulled out a small box from his shirt pocket and said, "Here's some more patches. Just read the directions and you should be fine for the rest of the trip."
"Thank you for all your help, Dr… I never caught your name," I said.
"It's Doctor Cullen, but you can call me Edward, Bella." And then he smiled that sexy crooked smile that had me tingling again. "Hope to see you around, Bella." Then he turned and walked away.
I couldn't even bear to watch him walk away. I opened my door and went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decided to take a shower before I laid down.
I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw those green eyes. I was still embarrassed that he saw me getting sick. A part of me hoped I wouldn't run into him again, but a big part of me did.
A/N Tell me what you think, if you want. Remember this is my first story, please be gentle.