A/N: This is the next story I'll be working on. I'll be attempting to write two stories and possibly adding on to one of my oneshots that I wrote a while back but this story is my main priority. I wrote this chapter a while ago and entered it in the Haiti compilation that put together back in February and we were asked not to post it until March 1st. But I put it off until I was done with my current story. Since I am almost done with that one, I figured I'd go ahead and post this now. I know a few of you have already read it and you are patiently waiting for me to begin writing it but I promise it's in the works. Hope you enjoy.
Originally I wasn't going to do a song for every chapter like I did with my other story, but one of my readers requested that I do, so I put together a playlist and will post the title and artist of the song at the beginning. I'm sure caritochaves will make another youtube playlist for this story as well, so when she does, I will post the link on my profile.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the characters involved.
A Drop In The Ocean: Ron Pope
I am sitting in my physiology class at Berkeley University, when my phone starts buzzing in my pocket. I jump slightly from the sensation, but no one noticed. At least I hope not. I reached in my pocket to stop it, but was surprised when it started buzzing again just a few seconds later. Everyone I know is aware that I have class at this time. Whoever it is must be important to continually call. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw Alice's name on the screen.
I rolled my eyes and turned it off. For Alice to be calling so impatiently, it could only be one of two things. Either there is a huge sale at one of her favorite stores and she wanted me to skip out on school to go with her, or she is having a fashion emergency and needs my help. Either way, I can't do much to help her now. This is an important class and I am not going to skip it just to talk her down from a fashion emergency.
I am in my sixth year here, working on my masters in psychology. I had always dreamed of being a child psychologist and that's what I am working towards. When my mother Renee and her new husband Phil, offered to pay my tuition to any college I wanted to go to, if my dream is to become a psychologist, Berkeley was my first choice. I was surprised I actually got in and on a partial scholarship as well. I guess all that hard work to get good grades in high school actually paid off.
I am determined to finish school and start my career as soon as I possibly can. Currently, both of my parents send me money for living expenses. I work a few hours each week at a local coffee shop just to have some extra spending money of my own. I opted to take on a full schedule at school. Giving up my summers each year to take summer courses really helped me get ahead as well; which is where I am now. It was mid-August and instead of going home to visit my parent's or spending my days at the beach, like everyone else. I am in a stuffy classroom with just a handful of other ambitious students.
It is a boring life to say the least. I don't get out much and when I do, most of the time it is because Alice coerces me into going out.
Alice and I had been roommates in the dorms since our first year at Berkeley. But when she married Jasper Cullen, about a year ago, they bought a house in the area. I decided to finally spread my wings and get my very first apartment.
Living on my own for the first time was traumatic, initially. I think I called my parent's obsessively those first few weeks. And Alice, even though she was a new bride and trying to set up her new home with Jasper; she would still come rushing over if I needed someone to stay with me for a little while. But now things are great and I actually enjoy living on my own.
When class concluded, I went outside and sat down on a bench, taking in the sunshine and fresh air as I ate my lunch before I go to my next class.
I was taking bites of my sandwich and reading a few pages from my text book when I remembered the call from Alice. I figured I could give her a call now, since I have a little while before my next class. I just hope she doesn't try to talk me in to skipping the rest of the day. She is very hard to say no too.
I turned my phone back on and panicked when I had sixteen missed calls from Alice. She would never call that many times in such a short amount of time if it wasn't something serious. I began to worry that something happened to her or maybe even Jasper.
What an awful friend I am; I thought to myself. Here she is, always there for me and in the one moment she really needs me, I turn my back on her.
I started dialing her number, but before I could finish dialing, it began to ring again. My heart was already pounding and my head was scattered with thoughts of what could be happening.
"Hello," I said panicked.
"Bella," Alice replied in a hoarse, weak voice. She was sobbing hysterically and couldn't get a word out that was coherent.
"Alice, please tell me what's wrong," I begged.
"It's Edward," she blurted. Edward Cullen, Jasper Cullen's twin brother and the man I'd been in love with since I was sixteen. My breath caught in my lungs and tears started streaming down my face. There was a lump in my throat and I couldn't speak. I felt like my entire body went to mush.
After a moment, Alice composed herself enough to fill me in. "He was in the Dominican Republic doing some volunteer work with one of his professors. You must have heard about the hurricane that hit the area recently." I paused trying to remember hearing something. I don't watch TV much or have time to read the paper. I thought maybe I heard a few people talking about it at the coffee shop I work at. "He was supposed to be getting out. They sent two helicopters in to get all the doctors and volunteers out. The first one made it out fine, but the other helicopter got lost in the storm and it went down in the ocean. Everyone is presumed dead. Edward's dead." She began crying harder again. I didn't try to hide the fact that I am crying as well. I am lost for words and I'm not sure if I even tried to speak, anything would come out of my mouth.
We both stayed on the line and sobbed together. This is such a tragedy and I don't know what to do or how to react. Edward and I weren't that close and I had no right to grieve for him the way I was. But here I am crying like a lunatic for a man that probably hadn't even thought about me in years. "Are you sure he's dead? Did they find his body?"
"I guess whoever it was that called Carlisle and Esme said it was highly unlikely that a body would be found. Not only is the area that was hit by the hurricane in complete destruction, but since they went down in the ocean there's little hope for any recovery," she explained, through her weeping. I tried to compose myself so I could be a good friend to the people who actually needed to mourn.
"Alice, I'm so sorry. How is Jasper taking the news?" I asked. My voice was still weak and shaky.
"He's not good. You know how close they were." Jasper and Edward were much more than just brothers. They were connected in a strange way that no one could ever understand. It was almost like they were connected at the soul. They read each other's thoughts, finished each other's sentences, if one was sick, the other one was as well. When one hurt physically or mentally, the other one felt it. I've heard stories of twins having that strange connection, but I had never actually witnessed it until I met them. It was fascinating to watch at times; how they interacted with each other. But I wasn't close with either of them and at times during high school I would catch myself staring at them from across the cafeteria or the class room studying them. I wondered if maybe that was where my infatuation with Edward came from. He was intriguing and I wanted to study him and Jasper so badly. But I never told either of them this. "He's planning to go back to Forks tomorrow to be with his parent's and his sister. I want to go with him, but we have the dog to worry about."
"Alice, don't even worry about Brady. I can take care of him while you're gone," I offered. "Anything you need me to do while you spend some time with your family, I'll do it."
"Really, you'll do that for me?" She questioned with a high pitched voice.
"Of course Alice, what are friends for?" I replied.
"Thank you so much, Bella. I really appreciate you helping us out."
"Just be with your family and help them through this. Let them all know I'm thinking about them."
"I will. I'll leave a note on the fridge letting you know what to do for Brady."
"That's fine. And please let me know if there is anything else I can possibly do for anyone," I suggested.
We hung up and once again, I broke down into hysterical crying. People passed by me, but not one person stopped to ask if I need help or if I was okay. They just continued on their way oblivious to the fact that one of the, sweetest, most talented, considerate and caring men had just died.
I couldn't go to my last class with so much emotion swirling inside of me, so I went home.
When I got there, I crawled under my covers and curled up in a ball. I continued to cry for hours, it seemed like. Why didn't I ever tell him how much I admired him and how much he meant to me?
I lay there for so long until sleep finally took me.
I was back in the halls of Forks high school. It was my first day of school there. I had just moved from Arizona to live with my dad for a while. I was walking down the hallway not paying much attention to where I was going while I looked over my schedule and the map in my hand. As I turned a corner, I slammed into a soft, but firm object and fell backwards. I winced as I hit the hard floor. I began rubbing my backside, feeling the bruise already beginning to set in. I could hear the laughter coming from all around me as I lay there. I felt so humiliated and I didn't even know what I had run into. I was too afraid to know who or what it was.
I began picking up all my belongings that I had spilled. When I saw a hand reach out to mine, I stopped in my tracks. I noticed someone was leaning down next to me. I hesitantly looked up to see the most beautiful guy I had ever seen. He smiled crookedly at me when our eyes met.
You know those moments in movies where everything goes into slow motion and all surroundings disappear? That's what I was feeling at that very moment. "Are you alright?" He asked. I couldn't breathe, let alone talk clearly so I nodded my head, never once removing my eyes from his. He reached out to take my hand and helped me to my feet. I continued to stare at him. He was tall, well built, he had sandy reddish brown colored hair that was in much need of a haircut, but the longer messy locks worked for him. He had green eyes that almost seemed like they were glowing when you stared into them. I knew because I had not stopped staring at them since our eyes connected.
I knew the other people in the hall were laughing and snickering, but in that moment all that existed was me and whoever this guy was that was standing in front of me.
Our eye contact broke briefly when he leaned down to pick up my backpack and my papers. He handed them to me and as I took them, his hand slightly brushed against mine. There was a sudden shock that came with that touch. I wasn't sure if it was static electricity or something else entirely, but whatever it was took me by surprise and I jerked my hand away. He leaned back on his heals when I did that, probably just as surprised by it as I was.
"My names Edward Cullen," he replied. "And you are…"
I took a deep breath trying to muster up courage to speak. "Isabella Swan," I greeted, shyly. My voice an octave higher than it should have been. He reached out his hand to shake mine and I hesitantly took it. I wondered if that same shock I felt just a second ago would happen again.
When it did, I didn't pull away and neither did he. I relished in the feeling. He smiled that crooked smile again. My legs felt like mush at that moment. I guess when they say a man can make you go weak in the knees, it wasn't a joke. He released my hand, but didn't step away.
"Come on, Edward," I vaguely heard someone beside us say in an irritated voice.
"You might want to watch where you're going in the halls," Edward said. "Next time it might not be me that you run into."
"I'm sorry, I was trying to look at the map, so I knew where to go," I apologized, trying to explain myself.
"Don't worry about it," he responded.
I took a steadying breath.
"Edward, now…" The guy beside us said again. I suddenly became very aware of all the people surrounding us. The guy standing next to us had a dark blonde colored hair that was slightly curly. He was tall, much like Edward. He had a similar color of eyes as Edward did, but his didn't glow like Edward's did. Most of the other people that surrounded us, I imagined were Edward's friends, since they were still chuckling and cracking jokes at my expense. My face flushed and I ducked my head to hide. It was too late though. Everyone saw me blush and there was a roar of laughter in the halls from everyone standing around us, which inevitably made me blush more.
I glanced up at Edward and saw him stifling a laugh. He took a small step closer to me leaning into my hair. "It was really nice to meet you Bella," he whispered, before walking away with his friends. I watched him walk away completely enamored with him. He had me at that moment. I would have done anything he asked me to.
"Bella, I need your help," I heard a voice whisper so softly in my ear.
My eyes shot open at that moment and I took in a sharp breath. I glanced around the darkened room trying to understand what had just happened. I remembered the dream. It was strange, I hadn't thought about high school in so long and my dream was exactly how I remembered it.
But the voice I heard at the end was even stranger. I knew that voice, but where did it come from? That part of the memory was new. That never happened the first time I met Edward, yet I know that was his voice I heard.