The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: #13 – High School
Pen Name: beegurl13
Pairing/Main Character(s): Bella & Edward
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A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. What I do own is an ability to have migraine's when it's the very least convenient moment ever. Ugh...I hate that.
Thanks to my girlies – EdwardsBloodType, Unchanged Affections, Twilight44, MaggieMay14, Luxure, and my fan fic wifey Mrs. Robward. I love them more than I can possibly say. I'm a lucky girl… :)
Today is my girl RoseArcadia's birthday. I love her. She's always been so wonderful to me, and she made the best GIF ever for my story Worship last fall. I'm hoping maybe if I can make this story hot enough that she'll make me another one, using a REALLY hot clip we found in a music video by the singer Robyn. Dang...it's hot. :D I linked it on my Facebook, if you wanna see for yourself. :D Anyway, Happy Birthday Rose! :)
No Edward yet, but soon... :)
~*0*~ High School ~*0*~
Everything is different. My dad's house is different. My old bedroom is different. Down town Forks is different. Even the bar is different. My dad always loved the bar in Forks, it was his baby for years and years. Walking into it now, I can tell that he hasn't played much of a part in it for awhile. It's got things only women would think of, and I like it. I can see that Rose cares about it, and that makes me feel good about the changes. I can see on my dad's face that it makes him happy, too.
The afternoon is spent going over invoices, inventory spreadsheets, employee payroll, order forms, and about a hundred other papers and notices and worksheets. As Rose rambles on about balancing weekly reports and making sure employee work hours are less than some number she pulled out of her head, I'm reminded of why I majored in English in college.
"Bella, you getting this?" she asks, for the tenth time in the last five minutes.
"Yes, Rose, I got it. Besides, if I have any questions, I can call you, right?"
She sighs. "Yeah, I guess. But Bella, I swear, you better not screw this up. I can't be driving back and forth to Clallam Bay all day. I need some time with Emmett, especially in the evenings."
"So when am I gonna meet this guy? I'm leaving tomorrow morning, so..."
"I thought we could hang out tonight, if that works for you. The school's track team just finished their season, so he doesn't have to work late."
I realize I haven't asked what Emmett does. Not that it's important, but I am a little curious.
"Oh, he teaches History at the high school, and he coaches a few of their sports teams. He played football in college, so he's the football coach, but the track team didn't have anyone, and it was more money for him, so he took it." Rose bounces the pen in her hand, hitting the top of the desk with each down stroke. "He loved it. He's thinking of helping with the basketball team next year. They could use it, that's for sure."
"He sounds cool, I can't wait to meet him," I say, straightening some of the papers that are covering the desk.
"I think Alice, his sister, is coming too. I hope that's okay."
"Sure," I mutter, sensing a break in the onslaught of bar-running information, and I'm determined to make a get away.
"Bella... Fine, I'll let you go for now, but on your first day off, we're going over this again. You know you'll be calling me by tomorrow afternoon!" she yells after me as I hurry through the office door.
"Yeah, whatever! See you tonight!" With that, I'm gone, climbing into my new little SUV and heading back toward my dad's house. I'm anxious to get to Clallam Bay, not so much because of the job I'll be doing, but to be on my own. Plus, I really want to see the apartment my dad put together. He says it's furnished, and has everything I need. I can't wait to see it all myself. Living above the bar may be a little noisy on my nights off, but for the most part, it will be kind of perfect. I'm going to be running the bar, so why not live right there, in case there are any problems? Besides, I know all about the apartments Mrs. Cope rents out. I don't want any part of those.
There are several fishing seasons in Washington, but the one that seems to overtake Clallam Bay is about six months long. Salmon is the big money maker in our little port, and it employs the vast majority of the tiny town, in one way or another. For six months, the streets are crawling with fishermen, deckhands, captains, and wildlife officials from the state. Then, when the season closes, things die down. Only the few year round residents stick it out, and the occasional shellfish or crab boats that dock in Clallam Bay. During the off season, it's cheaper to get space here than in some of the larger ports. A lot of crews that are just starting out make the trek inland and tie off in Clallam Bay, even though it's quite a bit out of the way for most of them.
The big employer in the town is the fish plant. They buy all the fish and crab that are harvested, processing them and shipping them all over the world. It's a good job, if you can get it. Mrs. Cope's husband used to run the plant, which is why she starting renting out apartments to the season workers. Ninety nine percent of the people working the boats are men, and I know the things that go on in those apartments. My father used to warn Rose and I every year to stay away from them. It always seemed that about three or four months after the season was over, we would find out that some poor local girl was pregnant by a seasonal fisherman. Most of the girls never saw the baby's father again. A lot of girls who couldn't get out of Forks or Port Angeles would head down to Clallam Bay for the season, hoping to snag themselves a man. A few did, but the majority of them just got experience in a bed, prescriptions for their newly acquired diseases, and a baby or two. Most fisherman didn't stick around long in one place. I knew that.
When Rose shows up at my father's house, I'm anxious and ready for a night out. The season hasn't started yet, which is a good thing for me, but I know Clallam Bay isn't going to be a party. Or at least not the kind of party I'll be looking for.
"Bella, this is Emmett," Rose says, gesturing to the man standing behind her. He's tall, with very wide shoulders that would be rather intimidating, except that there's a smile on his face that assures me I have nothing to worry about.
"Hey, Bella. Nice to meet you. Rose never stops talking about you," he laughs.
"None of it's true, I promise you," I say.
He laughs louder. "Oh no, all good things. Plus, I know that whatever she tells me you did, she probably did ten times worse."
Smiling, I nod. "Yeah, now that's true."
"Hey!" Rose says, but she smiles. She knows it's true, too.
We climb into Emmett's jeep and head out of town, to Port Angeles. "Alice was working today, so she's just gonna meet us at the club," Rose says.
"Alice is my sister. She lives here in Forks with me, but she works part time in a flower shop in Port Angeles. She's doing some training, the employer wants to open a shop here and have Alice run it for her," Emmett says.
"Oh, cool." I watch the pines fly past us, remembering this same trip from years ago. Somehow the forest looks the same, which is comforting, since everything else is so different.
Alice is nice. We hit it off, talking and laughing and drinking a lot. I was always somewhat of a lush in college, drinking until whatever guy I was with looked good enough to take home. I had a lot of one night stands that way. Thankfully, I don't remember most of them. Not that I'm a slut or anything, but I've been around, and I know what I like.
"Jasper's coming into town next month," Alice says.
"Who's Jasper?" I ask.
"That's her boyfriend. Well, her boyfriend during the season," Rose says, smiling at Alice. I get the sense she's teasing her a bit, though I don't know why.
"That's nice. He's a fisherman, I take it?"
Alice nods. "Yeah, he fishes on his friend's boat. He's been coming with him the last few years, and we met two years ago. He's wonderful, and he's so hot!"
Alice is drunk, and flirting with every man within ten feet of us. I can tell it upsets Emmett a little bit, but he tries to focus on Rose, who does a great job of distracting him.
"You wanna dance?" I turn and see a cute blonde standing behind me. Nodding, I grab my glass, down the brown liquid in it, and hop off my stool. The music is loud and I can barely hear him, but between songs I manage to get that his name is Mike and he's an accountant. His parents own some kind of store in the area, and he works for the fish plant. He smiles a lot, and his eyes are crystal blue. The more we dance, the more I realize it's probably a good thing I'm going home with Rose and Emmett, otherwise I'd be tangled up with this guy before the night was over.
"Can I call you sometime?" he asks as I'm getting ready to leave.
"Sure, but it might be easier to just find me. I'll be running the bar in Clallam Bay as of tomorrow."
He smiles. "I'll find you, don't worry."
As we make our way out of the bar, Alice decides to leave her car there and pick it up in a couple of days. It's parked a few blocks away at the flower shop, so she knows it'll be fine. Sitting next to her in the back seat, she leans over to me and lays her head on my shoulder.
"You're really hot," she says. I laugh, wondering just how drunk she is. I'm also curious about how much she likes the word "hot" since I've heard her say it about a hundred times tonight. "Jasper's really hot, too. If I didn't have him, I'd totally be hitting on you right now."
My eyes go wide. She'd hit on me? I let out a deep breath. Interesting. I mean, yeah, I had some good times with other girls in college, usually at the urging of the guys we were with, but it's been awhile, and even though Alice is cute, she's not the type I'd typically go for. I like boobs, what can I say? They can be kinda fun to play with.
"Thanks, Alice. That's nice."
"Mhmm. Jasper will be here soon. I can't wait. I need to get laid like there's no tomorrow."
"Alice, shut up!" Emmett yells from the front seat. "I told you, no more of that sex talk from you. I don't care if you're twenty three years old, you're still my little sister and I don't want to hear about you having sex with anyone."
Alice laughs. "Sorry, Em. I'll make sure to keep Jasper away from you when he gets here. I wouldn't want you to see all the dirty things I plan to do to that man."
With that, Emmett cranks up the stereo, drowning out Alice's drunken ramblings. It makes me laugh, and I feel good. It's nice having friends to hang out with. That wasn't something I expected to find here. It's a welcome surprise.
Alice gets sleepier the longer we drive, her hand steadily creeping up my thigh as she continues to lean against me. "Oh, Bella, when Jasper gets here, you should meet his friend. He owns the boat they fish on. He's so gorgeous, but not my type. You'd like him, though. I just know it."
"Oh yeah, who is he?"
"His name's Edward, and he's hot."
Edward, I think to myself as Alice starts to snore. Why does that name make my stomach feel funny?
I next morning I remember why I quit drinking so much. My head pounds as I down a few pills and a bagel. My boxes have finally arrived, and after loading them up in the back of my SUV, I'm ready to head out. One quick stop by the bar to pick up a few things for Clallam Bay, and I'll be off.
"Hey Rose," I call out.
"Looks like the walking dead," she says, laughing my the sunglasses I still have covering my eyes.
"Yeah, whatever. I had fun, that's all that matters."
She snickers. "I'll say. I'm glad you had fun. Emmett said Alice was really feeling it this morning, but he hid her headache medicine. I think he's mad about all her sex talk last night."
"What's with her, anyway? She was flirting with every guy at the club, but she's got a boyfriend?" I really liked Alice, but she was confusing, to say the least.
"She and Jasper have been seeing each other over the past two seasons. He's only here for four months, so while he's gone, she plays around, but when he's here, everything is Jasper this and Jasper that. It's sickening, really."
"He doesn't mind her playing around while he's gone?" I ask. Most men I've dated were so overbearing, always wanting to know who I was with and what I was doing. I always felt smothered by them.
"Nah, he does the same thing. You know sailors, about ninety five percent of them are that way. They can't be tied down. You know this, Bella."
I nod, agreeing with her. I do know it, but it was still strange, all the same.
"Good luck with things. Remember, you can call me if you need anything, but please, for the love of all that's holy, don't call me during my Emmett time. Otherwise you're liable to hear some very dirty things going on. You know you don't want that." Rose quirks an eyebrow at me, letting me know she's serious. I assure her I will only call during daylight hours, unless it's an emergency.
After hugging her and grabbing the last few things I need, I leave town, bound for Clallam Bay and my new life.
The bar looks the same from the outside, as does the rest of the town. Things never change here, which is somewhat comforting. The season hasn't started quite yet, so there's no one in the bar when I walk through the doors. I know all of the staff members, but don't really remember them. One girl, Leah, is the daughter of my dad's friend. She's one of the local girls who got knocked up by a sailor, then never saw him again. She's a few years older than me, and when I was younger, I always thought she was the most beautiful, exotic woman I'd ever seen.
Leah's brother Seth helps out in the off season, but during fishing season, he works the boats. He makes a lot more money that way, which helps pay for their dad's medical care. Since the heart attack, their father Harry needs a lot more things. Local guys, for the most part, know to stay away from fishing and the dangers it brings, but sometimes the money is too much of a temptation, and once they get a taste of the fishing life, they rarely go back to jobs on land.
A middle aged guy, Felix, works the bar, too. He's single, though I don't know why. The fact that he has no family waiting for him at home is good for me, since he's usually always available to work anytime, and at a moments notice. He's the one standing behind the counter when I walk in, and it's most likely been about ten years since I've seen him.
"Well, if it isn't little Belly Boo. How are ya, sweet cheeks?" he calls out, a huge smile on his face. It makes me feel at home, and after greeting him and letting him know I'll be in at some point during the afternoon, I begin to unload all of my belongings, getting them into my new apartment.
The old storage room has been completely transformed, and I'm speechless when I open the door and get my first glimpse of it. It's not huge, by any means, but it has a living room, a full kitchen, a bathroom, and a bedroom with a walk in closet. I could potentially live here for years and years, though that thought is a little unnerving. There's more than enough room for two people, but who in their right mind would want to share this space with me? Glancing out the window at the few people who are walking down the street, I sigh. I'm most likely in for a long, lonely year. Or life, since I don't know that I'll ever get out of Clallam Bay now.
A/N: You seem to be liking this so far. I loved all of your reviews for the first chapter. :)
FYI – there are 25 chapters in this story. That's how the Twilight 25 thing works. I can't say for sure whether or not it's a HEA. I mean, where would the fun be in that? But if you know my stories, you know how I roll. :)
See you next chapter for some hottie Fishermanward action. :) I think it'll be good...