Hello Everyone! ... that is if anyone is still out there.-
Sorry, I've been MIA lately. All my stories are on hold. I have no other excuse than to say "Life is fucking hard" LOL doesn't mean I don't love my life.. cause I do. But a lot has happened in the last year. Changes, new stages, old/new loves, friendships strengthened. I'm hoping next year once everything has settled back to a normal pace I'll be able to write again because, FUCK! I miss writing sooo much. I plan on finishing every other story I've started and also have so many fucking ideas in my mind I don't want to give them up.. so please, give me time :)
For now, I want to post this little fic I wrote last year for a Xmas/Holiday exchage. I wrote it for mirroedimage and I really hope she liked it. Sadly, I went MIA a little bit after this was posted so I never got to tell her how much I enjoyed writing this.
So now, for the holiday I hope she doesn't mind me reposting this... just because I miss posting stuff..
Hope everyone has happy holidays and an awesome new years!
Love and miss y'all!
Title: Love Actually
Recipient: mirroredimage (IngenueFatale)
Warnings: R (for mature content and language. Nothing explicit though)
Summary: Love, actually is all around. Three sets of couples find that sometimes love is not at simple or as complicated as they think. More than anything is following your instincts, fighting for what you want and never giving up.
Based on the movie: Love Actually
A gift for mirroredimage (IngenueFatale)
Prompt: Any plot based on a movie (AH)
Edward/Bella, Jacob/Renesmee, Leah/ OCC
Disclaimer: I do not own any 'Twilight' or 'Love Actually' related characters, or situations.
Hope you like it, bb!
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaking feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."-Prime Minister, Love Actually
Chapter One: 5 weeks until Christmas
"Shit! I'm really fucking late!" I yelled, running around our bedroom. Tightly holding the towel over my wet body while Sam groaned at my yelling.
"Don't you say anything… This is your fault!" I said, aiming the towel at him.
"Ow," Sam chuckled, pushing it away from his face.
Ignoring him, I racked through my walk in closet, looking for something appropriate to wear to a wedding. Today was Nessie and Nahuel's wedding, two of my coworkers from the Seattle Times Newspaper, and I had promised Jake I would go with him for moral support.
To be honest, I had not planned on going to this wedding. While Nessie and Nahuel were good acquaintances, they were not what I could call 'friends'. Jake, however, was my best friend.
Jake, Sam and I had known each other since we were in diapers- the three of us grew up together in La Push, a little town not far away from Seattle. Most of my teenage memories featured us hanging out in Jake garage while him and Sam fought over how to repair old. I always tagged along, laughing at their stupid antics.
While Sam never grew out of his car obsession and became a mechanic, Jake found a new passion in photography, and I became a frustrated writer. After a few years in college, Jake helped me convince Sam to move to Seattle and here we are now. I was the first person to get a job at the Times, then using my persuasion skills I made my boss and editor: Carlisle Cullen hire Jake as one of their part time photographers, his main focus was his art.
That's when Jake met Nahuel- one of the editors- and by consequence his loving girlfriend: Nessie. From the moment Jake set eyes on that girl it was like she was the only thing in the phase of the earth- to be honest, it made me a little bitchy and jealous… okay, a lot bitchy and jealous. But even my bitchness was not enough to overlook Jake's obvious heartache.
Jacob Black- being the moron that he is- decided he would rather be just a friend to Nessie than to confuse her with his feelings. Even thought, in my opinion, that girl did give him a lot of mixed signals.
Jake ended up being one of Nahuel's closest friends, and by extension one of Nessie's as well. It was impossibly infuriating to see Jake go to such troubles for a girl who stomped on his heart without even knowing it, and like the fucking good friend that I am, I had promised Jake I would stand by his side while he watched the woman of his life get married to another man.
"Masochistic fucker," I whispered to my self as I found a dress that would work.
I finally was able to maneuver myself into the black cocktail dress and walk back out our bedroom. Sam had turned on his side, resting his head on his hand he watched me scramble to get ready. I sat on the vanity chair as I blow dried my hair and watched him from the mirror. He was staring into space, idly twirling his fingers on the bed sheet, a lost look perched on his features. I suddenly felt like a hypocrite thinking Jake was an idiot when I knew my own relationship with Sam was not as good as it used to be.
Lately it seemed like all that Sam did was go around the house acting like a zombie, it pissed the hell out of me! Half the time I wasn't even sure he was listening or paying any attention to me.
After I finished styling my hair I took my strappy heels and sat on the bed. I looked at Sam and sighed. "You know you could be a good fiancée, and come keep me company…" I glanced at the clock as I fastened the heels to my feet. "Jake wanted both of us there, and I don't want to sit with him being all emo about Nessie."
Sam snorted and rolled over to his back. "It's his own damn fault for letting it happen anyways."
I rolled my eyes at his comment, and regretted for the hundred time agreeing to got to the charade-of-a-wedding with Jake. "Well, people do crazy things for love..." I said with a shrug.
"He's always said that he would only be what she needed. Asshole just never thought she would need anything more than a friend," I shook my head at the absurdness of it all. What good was it to be in love with someone and never tell them how you felt?
I gave up on trying to convince him and started doing my makeup. "I guess you're right," Sam said sadly. I looked back at him, waiting for him to elaborate.
Sam stared off into space as he explained, "Nahuel started dating Nessie first, it's only natural that she stayed with him… despite Jacob's feelings."
For some reason his comment struck me the wrong way, suddenly defensive I chastised him for thinking love could be as trivial as two kids fighting over 'who got what first'.
"What the fuck does it matter who she dated first?" I said, outraged. "Jacob should've gotten his head out of his ass and told her a loooong time ago about how he felt. Love is love, regardless of who felt it first."
Sam did not respond to my outburst and just shook his head and stood up from the bed, heading to the adjoining bathroom of our home. I could tell he was pissed by my words.
"Whatever," I muttered as I finished my makeup and grabbed my purse. "I'll tell Jacob you were feeling sick," I yelled as I heard him get into the shower.
Not waiting for a response I made my way out of our bedroom, grabbed my heaviest coat and hurried out the door. As I drove out to the chapel, growing more and more irritated for letting Jacob hassle me into going, I thought about the silliness of weddings and promised myself my wedding would not be a whole circus like Nessie and Nahuel's was.
That is, if we ever set a date…
I growled and shook my head, fighting the irritation that was surging from inside me. After abusing some of the speed limits I made it to the chapel just in time. Jake was waiting for me. I smirked as he visibly relaxed when he saw me.
"Took you long enough," he growled as I kissed him on the cheek.
I rolled my eyes and gave him a look that basically said 'drop it'. "So how was the bachelor party? No crazy schemes, you didn't hire an expensive Russian hooker that you could blackmail him with?" I asked as he offered his arm and we walked inside.
Jake chuckled shaking his head. "It was Brazilian actually, much more exotic," he said, winking.
"Nice," I laughed.
As we sat, Jake and I started making bitchy comments about the guests. Taking out his camera, he started snapping pictures of everything while I pointed towards the maid-of-honor, hoping to at least get him laid. She was a mousey, brown haired girl that would do for a good roll on the hay and get his mind off Nessie.
"I tell you, it's always the quiet ones," I said, nudging him.
Jake finally looked up to see whom I was referring to. His expression changed the moment he set eyes on the brunette. "That's Bella, Nessie's half-sister."
Feeling like an ass, I recognized that she did look a bit like Nessie. Same big expressive eyes, heart-shaped face, and air of innocence about her. No, she would not be good at all.
"We can still get out of here, ya'know? Go get smashed, forget about this…"
Jake actually considered my proposal- that was- until music started playing and everyone stood up for the bride's big entrance. As she melody continued, and Nessie made her way down the isle, I could tell that nothing will move Jake from this spot. I sighed to myself and took his hand, silently comforting him.
The ceremony went on, it was actually quite touching. Despite who the couple is, I found myself imagining what it would feel like to say those vows to Sam. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to go back home and try to make things work. After all, there had to be a reason why we are still together after all these years
My musings were interrupted as the whole church clapped and cheered when the priest declared them man and wife. I turned to Jake and watched his conflicted expression.
"Oh, Jake," I lamented, patting his back.
He snapped out of it and gave me a small smile. "Well, its done," he said with false cheer.
"Let's go." I nudged him, but he relented.
"Nah, I'll stay."
I knew better than to fight him, I simply nodded and told him to call me if he needed anything. Following my duty, I congratulated the happy couple on my way out and wished them a happy life before heading back to my car.
I took my time as I drove home, worried about Jake and determined to make things better with Sam. Before I knew it, I was walking towards my front door.
Crossing the threshold I took off my shoes and walked quietly towards the bedroom. I could hear faint noises from inside and assumed they came from the TV. That was, until I could make out the moans and groans coming from the bedroom.
Fear flashed through my body as I tried to delude myself into thinking that Sam must have been watching porn. Nevertheless, I knew exactly what I would find as I opened my bedroom door. With a shaking hand I turned the knob, and threw the door open.
Even though I knew what I would find. Sadly, nothing prepared me for whom I saw.
My naked fiancée lying in bed, grunting as my equally naked cousin jumped up and down his cock.
"What the fuck?"
I really got to stop this shit. I thought to myself as I took another picture.
I was man enough to acknowledge my behavior was not healthy at all. But what was I supposed to do? I loved this girl, this amazing, funny, beautiful, intelligent girl, but she's taken… it was more than legal now, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I'd accepted my fate long ago, and decided that I should just bear it. So what if it pissed Leah beyond belief? So what if one night stands and quick fucks had no appeal left? I knew what love was, and even if it was platonic and completely unrequited it was still better than not having it at all.
Jesus, I'm such a pussy.
"Are you in love with him?" A sweet voice said next to me.
My head snapped to the side, startled by the voice. Bella Swan had appeared out of nowhere and was asking me the oddest of questions. Her quirked eyebrow finally made me realized what she meant.
"No!" I said, outraged by the implication.
Bella giggled, raising her hands in surrender, "Sorry, just asking why you looked like someone kicked your puppy."
"Ran out of tape," I said, motioning to my camera.
"Oh," Bella said giving me a look that said 'I don't believe you but okay'.
Trying to ease the awkwardness we eased into small talk. We moved to the bar, getting a couple of drinks as we cringed at the DJ's song selections.
"So, Nessie said you applied for a position with the Times."
Taking a small sip of her drink she nodded. "Crossing my fingers, but apparently no openings as of now… I plan to grovel my way in."
"Good plan," I commented, grabbing my own glass and tipping the contents.
I glanced over at the dance floor, watching Nessie make a fool of herself as she dance the dreaded 'ckicken dance' and I couldn't stop the laughter as Nessie caught me looking at her and exaggerated her movements, motioning for Bella and I to join her. We obviously ignored her.
"She's soooo drunk," I chuckled.
Bella snorted and agreed. Telling me how Nessie had started drinking this morning to ease her nerves about the wedding. I found it odd as Bella told me about he minor freak out her sister, and explained how that was the reason that the ceremony started a little bit late.
As Bella told the story, she kept her eyes on me. Searching my eyes for some sort of reaction, I was a little scared at her behavior.
I just managed to nod and hopefully keep my face neutral. This conversation was making me suspicious. Why in the hell would Nessie's sister- who I had just met a few days before- be telling me such intimate details of her sister's insecurities?
"Nessie talks about you all the time, you know?" Bella said, interrupting my thoughts and confusing me even more by the sudden conversation twist.
I tried to ignore the stinking butterflies in my stomach as I coolly replied, "Yeah, we're good friends."
She smirked and didn't take her eyes off me, probably waiting for me to crack. "I bet you are."
"What are you getting at?" I said, getting annoyed with this woman -who was practically a stranger- insinuating shit about my love life.
"I see the way you look at her, and I wish her new husband would look at her the way you do." She smiled sadly.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, awestruck by her statement.
Bella shrugged. "I love my sister, and I only want her to be happy… and regardless of today's events... you make her happy."
What the fuck? My mind screamed as I tried to come up with a way to rebut Bella's words.
Before I could come up with a clever answer I felt my cell phone vibrate on my pocket and thanked God for the momentary distraction. Pointing to my phone I silently excused myself and ran outside to braze the cold Seattle winter weather. As soon as I was out the door I answered the call.
"Jake, what the fuck, man? I been calling you for ages!" Sam snapped at me.
"What's wrong?" I immediately panicked, sensing something wrong.
"Shit, man… I need a place to crash in."
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