Bored by the never-ending traffic, bella is challenged by her two friends to flirt with the sizzling hot ducati riding guy right beside their car and give him her number.
"Youuuu, make, me feel…like home," Alice sings nicky romero's latest song in collaboration with the Australian duet, Nervo.
"Skip it, we have listened to this song more than 5 times!" I groan. I love Nicky Romero really, but to listen Alice high-pitched voice singing his artwork? Heck no.
"You're a bitch," huffing, Alice shuffles Rose's ipod. Suddenly a familiar intro shoots my hearing.
I threw a wish in the well,,
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way
"Ugh not again!" I groan. I am utterly sick of hearing Call Me Maybe being played literally anytime anywhere, Walmart, CD stores, even a goddamn Toys R Us.
"Hey, I just met you! And this is cray craayy, but here's my number! So call me maybe!" Alice sings, or more like yelling actually.
"Alice…" I warn her.
"HEY! I JUST MET YOU!" She gets even crazier.
"For fuck's sake," I groan desperately while massaging the bridge of my nose.
"Enjoy it Swan, you'll turn old sooner than the both of us if you keep doing that," Rose giggles from the driver seat. I should've sat in the front passenger seat, lesson learned. Never let Alice in charge of music.
"What the fuck is wrong with the traffic?" Rose groans.
"Apparently there's an accident right on the intersection, see?" Alice hands Rosalie her smartphone to show the article. We are on our way to Walmart to shop our necessities for our trip to Vegas to watch Electric Daisy Festival. Watching music festivals has been our thing every time we have the time, we went to Tomorrow Land in Belgium and Street Parade in Switzerland last year, Kazantip festival in Ukraine 2 years ago, and lots of world's and local's largest music festivals.
"Damnit," I childishly huff.
"Oh suck it up ladies, what's the use of being pissed, just think about what we are going to face next week…Gesaffelstein, Brodinski, Paul Van Dyk, Porter Robinson, Riley Biers, Bingo Players, Buuren, Dash Berlin, Eden Clarence, Aoki, Jasper Withlock the fuckhot DJ…Sweet Lord I think I'm going to pass out," Alice sighs exaggeratedly.
Rose, Alice and I went to the same private All-Girls school in New York. Unfortunately Rose moved to Bali, Indonesia, because both her parents were sea photographers. After a year in Bali she moved to Sydney and a year later she moved to Hawaii, yep, definitely a beach girl. Rose is one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever laid my eyes on. She is one of those typical beach bombshells with the toned beach body and the ombre hair. Her tanned healthy skin combines with her inhumanely beautiful hair means only one thing: Goddess.
Rose has traveled literally around the world when she was only 17. From that experience she has explored the party scene of each country and gains her a lot of connection. She is one of those cool people that can enter a club without being id checked.
While Rose is more into the urban underground scene, Alice in the other hand is all socialite. Alice's mom is the queen of the socialites and that gives Alice lots of access to cool places ever since she was only 16. Alice is the cute pixie haired pink wearing one among us. She is extremely ambitious and ruthless when it comes to competing and chasing her dream, but deep down she is the most protective friend I could ever ask for.
We partied a lot in high school. We went to lots of events and messing around together. But after Rose moved, everything changed. Growing up in an all-girl school taught us loyalty, ambition and the most important thing: never give a fuck about men. So our main focus was to have an excellent career so we would make each other proud. We don't party as much as we uses to ever since we got into college, and even less after we graduated, but we still catch up to some event if we have the time though.
Alice went to Parsons and just about to start her own accessory line. I went to Yale and I just published my second book that turns out to be a best-seller. Rose decided to pursue her surfing career after she graduated from high school in Honolulu and she has successfully won over 15 local championships and 8 internationals and 6 world championships. Lots of people are dying to make her a model but she gives zero fuck. Here we are 5 years later, three single 24 year olds who don't give a fuck about anything except to have fun with each other.
Suddenly a roaring engine sound surprises us.
"Holy fuckamoly…" Alice whistles.
A huge extremely masculine metallic black Ducati suddenly stops because of the traffic. Right. Beside. Our. Fucking. Car.
"Is that a ducati? Fuck that's hot," Alice mumbles.
"No you dumbass, that's even better, it's a MV Agusta f4, fuck, he's rich," Rose replies as she eye-fucks the man through the car window.
"And fuck hot," Alice adds.
"Fuck hot my ass, how did you know Alice? He's wearing a helm…" My words immediately cut when the guy suddenly take the helmet off of his head.
"Fuck me," I mutter.
"Fuck us," Alice adds again.
His bronze hair is sticking to a thousand different ways. He slowly put the helmet between his thighs and lifts his leather glove covered hands onto his forehead. He draws his hand backwards to get his hair off of his forehead and messily combs it backward with his hands. I thank you God for not giving me a heart attack because that is probably the most sensual view I have ever witnessed in my entire life.
He is only wearing a V-neck black t-shirt and a really dark jeans, so simple yet it shows off his body that screams nothing but sex and sin. His body isn't Dwayne Johnson hot, but more like Ryan Gosling or Justin Timberlake hot, tall, lean, yet strong and steely solid.
He adjusts his black Ray-Ban Aviator as he watches the traffic. Sighing, he take off his sunglasses and…
Holy Madre Di Dios
I am staring into a face of pure perfection. His face is so well formed that I doubt even Statue David can do justice. His emerald green eyes seem to pierce and the planes of his face…beyond perfect. He's a like the modern version of a living Adonis. I bend my body lower to look at his face from different angle, and guess what, no matter the angle, his features were perfection incarnate.
HEY! I just met you! And this is crazy! But here's my number! So call me maybe!
Alice's hands are wandering uncontrollably that she accidentally turns the volume up.
"I have an idea!" Alice squeals. No, no no…
"Bella, give him your number with Call me maybe lyrics!"
"Fuck no!" I give her a death glare.
"Ah ah ah,…I can call your mom and tell her that her beloved only daughter has been single for 8 years, and then she'll call any creature that has a dick and set you up," she winks. Damn you Alice. Rose silently giggles.
"Not you too Rose," I glare at her.
"Whatever," she mumbles back.
"Am I the only one here who think that his face is familiar? He looks a lot like Eden," Rose suddenly adds. Eden Clarence is one of the most influential Electronic Dance Music musicians. Eden is only a stage name though, Eden is the mix of his real name, EDward cullEN, Ed plus en, Eden. EC stands for Eden Clarence and also Edward Cullen, but that is just my random conclusion. I don't really know the history of his stage name. Sue me.
He is sitting on number four of the world's 100 DJs by DJmag, he has been working together with a lot of great musician. I don't really know his face, but Rose does. Rose has been fangirling over him since his debut.
His tracks and mixes are mind blowing. Eden is like Nicky Romero, Gesaffelstein, A-trak, Alesso and R3hab combined. Dark, alluring, extreme drop bass, yet he sometime loves to put a little house even though I seldom hear it in his track. But I have to admit, his bass drop is just so him. You hear his track and you'll know immediately that it is his artwork.
I don't really listen to him anymore, I did like him a couple of years ago, but I like calmer music now, I don't even know why. I listen to Ben Howard and all that shit now.
God I feel old.
"Rose, are you high?" I tease her.
"Really, take a look at him closely. Eden is that hot,"
"Whatever, what do you think Bells?" Alice raises her left eyebrow.
"Fine! Whatever," I huff.
Alice tears a paper from her notebook and writes down my number and my name with her…wait, what?
"You wrote with your eyebrow pencil?" She nods excitedly as she hands me the paper. God help me.
"Wait! We should wait for the chorus," Alice sings with the song until finally the third chorus comes.
"Rose! Open her window!" Alice squeals.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly open my eyes and speak up.
"Um Hi, I just met you," I take a deep breath again. He turns his head towards my direction and I immediately find myself breathless. God, he's astonishing.
"And this is crazy, uh, but here's my number, so call me, maybe?" I nervously chuckle and hand him the paper. A very, very, panty dropping crooked smile crosses his face as he takes the paper from my hand.
"Bella, is it?" I nod. His voice…Oh fuck, it is velvety, deep, and extremely inviting. He lifts one eyebrow and hums. He folds the paper and put it into his jeans' pocket. Slowly he put his aviator back and his helmet. Before he accelerates, he gives me one last wink and he's just gone.
"He's a God," Rose says. I can't even move, I'm still startrucked. I look over Alice and find her staring at the empty window with her mouth half open.
"I think I came a little," she speaks silently and Rose and I giggle together.
A/N Soooo. What do you guys think? I am not really good with grammar, and if any of you are interested to beta this story, send me a PM! 33
And for those who are confused, yes, Eden Clarence is Edward Cullen, and Edward here is a world DJ. They will meet again in the future, so don't worry!
The POV will be mostly from Bella's, but I think I will write from EPOV too. I know this chapter is a little short, but the next chapters will be so much longer i can guarantee you that ;)
Reviews and feedbacks are greatly appreciated.