FAGEtastic Four

Title: Past Mishaps

Written for: Gloria Mar Sommers

Written By: Celesticbliss

Rating: M

Summary/Prompt used:

Making up after a very bad fight ( lemons are optional)
A song prompt: The one that got away by Katy Perry

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Gloria- I'm so sorry you had to wait so long for your own FAGE. But I must say that I was ecstatic when I read your prompts, and had a plot bunny almost immediately! This story will be probably about three chapters. I wanted to have it all done at once, but on the other hand I wanted to give you something to read asap. I should have the rest done within the week! I truly hope this is worth the wait.

Thanks, as always, to my beautiful beta AcrossTheSkyInStars. I don't know what I'd ever do without her!


All this money can't buy me a time machine (No)
Can't replace you with a million rings (No)
I shoulda told you what you meant to me (Whoa)
Cause now I pay the price

In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world

(Katy Perry)

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"Another?" Alice asked, taking my empty beer bottle and setting it on her overflowing tray.

I glanced at the clock and then nodded. "Yeah, why not?"

I took my keys out of my pocket and put them in the front of her apron, signaling to her that I'd be staying at her place tonight. She rolled her eyes and grinned before sauntering off to another table.

"You're up, Swan!" A hoarse voice called out. I turned back towards the table and lined up my next shot. The game wasn't too serious, but I had a competitive streak, so I took it seriously.

It was Saturday night, and I had already made myself comfortable in my favorite bar. Alice was not only a great bartender, but my best friend, and she rarely got out of working weekends. So I often spent my nights off at the bar, hanging out with the usual crowd and forgetting about my empty life waiting for me on Sunday morning.

I worked a nine-to-five at a local newspaper office. Nothing exciting, just little blurbs here and there; most certainly not what I'd had in mind when I had been working my ass off through college. I was a headstrong girl, leaving everything and everyone behind when I had left for college. My future had been bright, and I could see it at the end of the tunnel. But once I had graduated and realized the full impact of student loans and the recession, I realized that I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into.

By the time I turned twenty-eight, I had fallen into a routine. Wake up, work, sleep, get paid, pay bills. Repeat. My weekends weren't awful, but being a bar bug wasn't anything I'd ever strived for either. I'd met Alice shortly after I'd graduated college and moved into my next apartment in Seattle. She lived in the same building and had even worse luck finding work after school. She was working at the bar to pay back her loans until she could get into a better position. I often asked her why she even bothered anymore. With her looks and charm, the tips practically paid her bills already, not including her base wages.

But that was the life we lived.

Alice was constantly on my ass about letting loose and leaving the past behind me. Though I've accepted where my career is now, and how it differs from my high school and college dream, I still couldn't help but feel an empty hole inside me.

I snapped myself out of my depressing chain of thought and effortlessly sank the eight ball in the predicted pocket. My usual competition, Jake, grumbled to himself and threw a ten on the table. I winked and grabbed the bill, then stuffed it into my back pocket.

"One of these days, Bells. I swear!" Jake laughed and dug out more quarters to pay for my next game. That was our rule. Loser pays ten bucks and for the winner's next game.

"Keep tryin'!" I said with a wink, and turned to face my next opponent.

"Still a shark, eh Bella?" The gruff voice hit me like a ton of bricks. Before I could even see his face, I felt him there. An amazing bond that I had only felt with one person, ever.

My face broke out into a wide smile, and when I finally laid eyes on him, my entire body erupted into flames and goosebumps simultaneously.

"Edward," I whispered just loudly enough for him to hear.

He smiled his lopsided grin that made him instantly look eighteen again, and I laughed out loud, launching myself towards him. He caught me in his arms and pulled me close. His scent assaulted me, bringing me back to a time I'd almost forgotten. He still smelled like spices, with a hint of something I could never put my finger on. Vanilla, maybe.

Our hug lasted a little longer than a normal hug should with an old friend.

Then again, that was to be expected with our history.

Edward and I had dated for six years. On my twelfth birthday, my parents allowed me to have my very first boy-girl party. I was ecstatic, and couldn't wait to invite my crush. Edward came, and by the time he left I'd experienced my first kiss and had my first boyfriend.

Our relationship had been strong; none of the usual high school drama really bothered us. The only time we ever faltered was when talk of college came up near graduation.

Our relationship cracked when he decided to stay in Forks and go to a trade school in Port Angeles, while I went to school in Seattle. The crack grew more and more through the countless fights we endured about how our relationship was supposed to last while living hours from each other.

Looking back, I see that we could have done it. But back then I was stubborn. So stubborn that when we graduated and Edward proposed, I all but threw the ring back at him and accused him of being selfish for trying to keep me from my education. I'd never seen a man look so broken and defeated until that day. I haven't see anything since, either.

Edward tried to mend us. He explained over and over again that he was only trying to strengthen us, and he'd jumped the gun by proposing. I ignored my heart and followed a very wrong gut feeling to Seattle and left him behind. We haven't spoken since, but I've thought of him more often than healthy.

I knew I threw away my soulmate, and throughout college it was easy to convince myself that it was right. But when I faced my future I'd worked so hard for, Edward's face made a home in the front of my mind. I imagined countless times what it would be like to have him here, with me, always pointing out the silver lining. I labeled myself as downright mental, since what other normal, functioning adult fantasizes about having their high school sweetheart back?

But in that moment, when his arms held me tight against his chest, I realized why I couldn't let him go. He felt like home, in every sense of the word. I mentally slapped myself for not calling him, not even one time in the last ten years.

He pulled away from me, much to my dismay, but held my shoulders and made eye contact. I sucked in a breath and held it, then forced a somewhat natural looking smile.

"How the hell have you been?" I managed to ask without fainting.

He ran a hand through his mussed hair and laughed. "In the last decade? Good, I suppose." He nudged my arm, verifying that I knew he was teasing me. His words cut through me anyway, and I winced.

"You living here?" I asked, desperate to keep the conversation going without bringing up the past.

He nodded and took a pull from his drink. "Just recently, actually. I'm working for a manufacturing company in the city, but I still play sometimes and I decided to check out the local nightlife."

I nodded and remembered how many times I had laid on the foot of his bed, and watched as he wrote songs and perfected chords. He'd always called me his muse.

"What do you think so far?" I asked, grabbing my own fresh beer from the table Alice had set it on.

"Things just started looking a little brighter, actually." He winked and gave me a small grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up, and couldn't stop the memories from flowing anymore.

"Forks is the gloomiest place on earth... But with you around it feels warm and bright."

I remembered the words he'd told me once when we were cuddled on my couch watching a movie during a particularly rainy evening. I had pinched his sides and teased him for stealing lines from Hallmark, all the while positively gleaming from what he'd said.

I knew he could tell from my face that I knew why he'd chosen those words to say in the bar. He was seeing if I remembered.

If only he knew how much I remembered.

"Yeah, it's not so bad around these parts..." I said awkwardly, still trying to avoid speaking out loud about what we were both thinking.

Jake walked up behind me and nudged me. "You guys gonna play this game, or...?"

His presence reminded me that we were standing in the middle of a crowded bar, and a few of my friends were staring at us curiously.

Edward's mood shifted when Jake stood next to me, something I found amusing, and not at all surprising.

I gestured toward the table, and asked Edward silently if he was game.

"You're on." He replied simply and grabbed a pool stick.

Our banter was both comforting and nostalgic throughout the game. And when I still had two stripes on the table when Edward had sunk the eight ball, he instantly had a fan club around him. My usual crowd erupted into applause while Edward took a bow and winked at my scowl.

"Noone ever beats Swan!" Jake exclaimed, slapping Edward on the back. I could see him tense slightly, and I watched the exchange curiously. Edward certainly had no claim to me now, but I could easily see that he interacted with Jake like he was a threat. Little did he know that Jake's wife was one of my closest friends in Seattle.

"That's because I taught her everything she knows," Edward replied smoothly.

Jake looked to me for confirmation, while all I could do was shrug and take a drink. I took out the ten I'd just won from Jake and slapped it on the table for Edward. He shook his head at me.

"Keep your money, Bella. We go double or nothing when I'm done up there." He nodded toward the small stage that was just barely big enough for a stool for our usual performers to sit on.

I nodded, and gulped down another mouthful of beer. I wasn't sure how I'd deal with hearing him play again. I mentally prepared myself for the flow of memories to come back full force.

"Who the hell is that?" Alice suddenly appeared next to me when Edward nodded to his new-found fan club and made his way outside to grab his guitar.

"Take a wild guess," I groaned, and placed my now empty bottle on her tray.

"No fucking way." Alice gasped, knowing all too well about the guy whose heart I had stomped on way back when.

"Uh-huh," I replied shortly, then sighed when I saw him take a seat on the stage and strum warm up chord.

Alice slipped something in my back pocket while I stared up at Edward.

"My house key," she whispered into my ear, "I get off at four, so if you need a place to take him to and talk..."

She left the statement open, and I nodded in response. I doubted I'd be bringing anyone back with me, but now I had an escape. Alice lived two blocks away, and if the night went in the direction it was already going, I'd need a place to bail to.

At least I thought I would, until I heard Edward's velvet-blues voice, and a familiar song, ring out from his guitar.

Fucking hell, he was playing a song he wrote for me.

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More to come soon!