*Static* Hello folks this is your pilot speaking on this flight we are expecting quite a few twists, and if you scroll down you'll see some song lyrics, hopefully this will introduce you to some new music, our flight won't be the smoothest, but don't worry I'm a very experienced pilot. We should be arriving at our destination at roughly 20 chapters. *click*
Chapter One: I Spy…
It was going to turn out to be one of those days that the humans would deem as having perfect weather, by Washington standards at least. I could already tell even though the sun hadn't risen yet. The sky was covered by clouds, as always, but the temperature was just shy of being warm. The morning air smelt crisp with the promise of rain tonight, yet it wasn't muggy.
I was taking my time unpacking my car, moving my belongings into my new house. It was too big for my taste, but it was one of the more secluded houses. I only had one neighbor. Their house was downhill of mine and nearly as big as my three story one. It was far enough away not to be a bother and I doubted they would be able to see through my windows unless they had a telescope.
Just as I pulled out the last box I heard the twanging opening tune of Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it On.
I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long
I was slightly surprised by the music and checked my watch. It was five in the morning. I started slightly bobbing my head to the tune as I moved my last box into the house.
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon
Let's get it on
The music was coming from down the hill. I saw some of the lights in the house flash on all at once. Over the music I heard a female groan and yawn as I started unpacking at a human pace. It was about a minute before a slightly off tune voice joined in on the song.
You don't' have to worry that it's wrong
If the spirit moves you let me groove you good.
The song drifted off into another one I didn't recognize. I pulled out a portrait of my family, during the happy times. My arm was wrapped around Esme's waist. Rosalie's head was tucked under Emmett's chin as he held her from behind. Jasper was carrying Alice princess style. Edward was to my right, hands in his pockets, smiling crookedly. We were all so… happy, but things change. Esme, sweet Esme found a man more suited for her. He was a good man I suppose, albeit a human drinker. He treated her right and made her happy and that's all that really mattered.
After she had left me five years ago I had stayed with the rest of the family as we did our usual routine of them going to school and me working at the local hospital. It was… too much though, having two happy couples around me. It was too similar to how thing used to be before she left me. It was like at any moment she could walk through the door with some paint or fabrics.
Edward had wanted to move with me when I announced I was going to move out, but I had refused. This time alone, I was hoping at least, would help me find myself. I've been so lost since Esme left.
By seven I was unpacked completely. The house had already been furnished before I bought it off the market. I went outside to pull out the sold sign. I glanced down the hill. The house was silent and the lights were off.
I was supposed to start working tomorrow at the local hospital. I believe it was called Halterman General Hospital. I could visit the family. They were two hours away, but I felt like that would only depress me. I glanced around, looking for ideas on what to do.
After changing into an outfit Esme would deem as 'gardening clothes' I made my way to the shed in the backyard. There was a fairly new looking lawnmower with a full tank of gas. I pulled it out and started to tame the unkempt grass. The mow-able area behind the house wasn't that big, the lawn being cut off by the forest. I moved at a human pace as I maneuvered the growling machine. There was a footpath heading into the woods. I'd have to check that out later.
The front yard was bigger, but stopped right where it started to slope. I was surprised to see that the slope was cut, since it was so steep. Sadly, all the mowing only took a little over an hour. As I put away the mower I heard the faint beat of music in sync with the rhythm of feet on the ground.
Most of these niggaz think they be mackin' but they be actin'
Who they attractin' with that line, "What's your name, what's your sign"?
Soon as he buy that wine I just creep up from behind
And ask what your interests are, "who you be with"?
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
I glanced down the slope near my neighbor's house. Through the trees I spotted a woman running on a trail with an ipod tethered to her arm. Small earbuds, blasted music into her ears as she ran on a trail. She burst through the trees, breathes fast yet controlled, and kept up her pace till she was at the backdoor of the house at the bottom of the slope. She stood on her toes and reached up to the sill above the door. I was transfixed as she pulled down a glinting key, hopping from foot to foot as to keep up her heart rate.
A dog ran out of the house, but she didn't seem to care. I could see her through the windows as she quickly made her way to a room that looked like a cross between a small gym, an enclosed porch, and sunroom.
She docked her ipod as her hips stared to sway and she grabbed a bottle of water from a mini fridge in the corner. The song changed and she smiled faintly. I was rooted in my spot. She was beautiful, absolutely riveting. Her chocolate locks were in a high ponytail and she was wearing only a sports bra and compression shorts. Her face was flushed from the run and a light sheen of sweat made her look like she was glowing.
The stunning woman sat on a bench, took off her shoes and pulled on sparring gloves and shin guards. She was dancing in her seat to the music.
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
She started singing as she made her way to a punching bag that dangled from the ceiling. With swift, elegant motions she pounded on it, landing hit after kick in a dizzyingly fast motion. If I was human I doubt I would have been able to keep up.
I retreated into my house when I heard her dog start barking at me. She let out a shrill whistle and the dog came bounding back into the house through a dog door.
I continued watching through my front room. The husky ran into the room and plopped down on a dog bed in the corner.
After half an hour of her just completely attacking the punching bag an alarm went off startling me. The music changed mid-song and started playing upstairs.
Taking another swig of the water she started walking and humming to the song. When she got to the room that I assume was her bedroom she started stripping and I nearly groaned when she started singing too.
If you got a big dick, let me search it
And find out how hard I gotta work ya
My erection was painful and the idea of pleasuring myself to her lovely body, but I was already feeling like a dirty old man so I refrained. Utilizing all my self control I closed my curtains and went upstairs and opened my laptop to put on some of my own music to drown hers out. I looked up medical articles, the stock market, and pretty much anything to distract me from the image of the naked woman down the slope.
The songs were: Let's Get it On by Marvin Gaye, Big Poppa by Notorious B.I.G., Army of Me by Bjork, and Work It by Missy Elliot.
First chapter what do ya think? Side-note: I'm also writing a Jasper/Bella fic that's currently update every Monday.
Should I continue?