Rating M: For language, situations and lemons (uh, DUH!).
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the sole owner of Twilight and its characters. I got to give props where props are due. I am just having some fun with her peeps.
Much thanks to my beta love amandac3. Your encouragement and support is everything!
This story started out as a one shot for the Fandom for Oklahoma. I briefly thought about doing this as an original fiction but decided to give it to you as fan fiction instead. Special thank you to Shan Ellis for entrusting me with this story and thank you to Corinne, Chris, Rachel, Tamara, Judy, Brenda, Jen, and Carrie for helping me along this journey.
I thought with the wintery cold month ahead I would offer you an alternative. So here's hoping you enjoy my 24 days until Christmas story (that has nothing to do with Christmas… LOL)
The crisp air blew outside the window, forcing small debris into the sky, lifting and lifting until it dropped somewhere Bella couldn't see. Her lip curled into a small smile as she imagined the scattered fragments drifting all the way to New York City where it could join its brethren in the land of debris and chaos where she came from. A land where the sights and sounds while exciting at times, was never tranquil or at peace.
Bella couldn't see the beach where she was standing but she could certainly sense its proximity. She had found that in the short time they had been there that the beach seemed to have a presence, an awakening of mind and spirit when you were anywhere near its vicinity. How this could be, she wasn't quite sure. She only knew that it made her happy and oddly at ease.
The smell of the salty water rose from the shore and into the small room they occupied at the top of Surfer's Beach. They were staying in Governor's Harbor on Eleuthera Island, one of the many islands that made up the Bahamas. Eleuthera was more of a local destination than the tourist spot that was Nassau, which was both good and bad. Good in the sense that there were less people and bad, well, it had less people, leaving Bella unsure of herself, unable to blend in with the millions. The creaky floorboards of the room announced themselves as Bella strode to the worn couch cloaked in its tropical colors. She plopped down unceremoniously, looking up at her excited best friend, Alice.
"I don't want to go," Bella pouted from the couch.
"Bella, the whole point of being in the Bahamas is to actually be in the Bahamas," Alice exclaimed with an arch of her perfectly sculpted brow.
"I am happy being where I am. I have been out, a lot, but I need to finish this piece. I want it to be done before we get back. I won't have another opportunity to relax and just... write once we get home."
Alice rolled her eyes as she brought one sash against her waist and then the other as she fitted her sarong low on her hips. Alice was unnaturally short, in comparison to other women, with short dark hair and deep brown eyes. She had a fiery spirit that often caused her to act without thinking, sometimes with dire consequences. But when she set her mind on something she went for it, full steam ahead. The complete opposite of Bella. Perhaps that was why they had become such good friends.
Bella and Alice had known each other for five years. They had met when Bella was hired as a receptionist for Whitlock, Inc., a large investment firm in New York City. Alice, being a seasoned employee, had been assigned to show her the ropes and how to maintain herself within the company. They became fast friends, taking lunch with each other every day. It was during the initial stage of their friendship that Bella had learned two very important things about Alice. The first being that she lived for fashion. She actually allotted 40% of her salary to be used specifically for clothes and shoes. Something that Bella couldn't fathom. The second thing she learned was that Alice was obsessed with Jasper Whitlock, who just so happened to be the CEO's son and next in line to run the company.
Jasper Whitlock did not work in their particular branch but came in often. When Bella and Alice decided to cut expenses a few years after they began to work with each other and share an apartment, she realized just how far this obsession went. Alice had a file of all the newspaper clippings that Jasper was in and talked relentlessly about his accomplishments in and out of the office. As far as Bella could ascertain, Alice had never actually met him which is what led them to the island in the first place.
"Bella, please, oh my God, this could be good for both of us!" Alice pleaded.
Bella looked up from the newspaper she was reading and eyed her friend speculatively. She set the New York Times down on their glass top coffee table and crossed her legs and then her arms. Alice had been going on for hours about how Jasper was going to the Bahamas and it just so happened to coincide with their vacation time. She saw it as destiny, the fates aligning for her and Jasper. Generally, Bella ignored Alice when she got frenzied like this but there was something different about her right now. An urgency that was almost frightening.
"How on earth would us," Bella waved her hand between the two of them, "spending our hard earned savings to go to the Bahamas on the off chance you will run into Jasper be good for both of us?" Bella questioned.
"I can feel it, this is it," Alice whispered reverently as she sat down next to her on the couch and linked her fingers with Bella's. "Jasper and I are supposed to be together. I know this with every fiber of my being," she brought Bella's hand to her heart which was beating rapidly. "This is my chance, my opportunity to see him outside of the office, to let him see me, as me."
Bella was moved by her friend's impassioned plea but was still a bit wary. "I don't know Alice, I was going to write that whole week."
"What better place to find inspiration than here?" Alice exclaimed with unprecedented excitement as she tossed the newspaper aside and reached for one of the brochures that had been hidden underneath it, handing it to her friend.
Bella took the brochure, letting her fingers run along the beautiful picture of a couple walking hand in hand along the ocean shore at sunset.
"Just change and come with me today. I have proof that he will be at Surfers Beach. It's just down the way." Alice exclaimed, bringing Bella out of her memory.
Proof. Bella's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head at her best friend. Alice's idea of proof was hearing from her 'source' that Jasper was going to be at this place or that place. So far he hasn't been at any of the locations she was told he would be at. She wondered at what point Alice would become a stalker, perhaps she had already passed into it. Bella glanced at her opened laptop on the coffee table and thought that maybe it would be best to get some fresh air and clear her head. Although she had a day job, her biggest desire was to write. She was working on her first novel but had hit a writer's block of sorts. She looked back at Alice who was smiling, already sensing that she had won this debate. With her inspiration waning, Bella stood and went to the bedroom to change. Maybe Alice was right, maybe something at the beach would inspire her.
A/N… Hey everyone… Most of you who have read my work before know I tend to sway on the 'heavy' side but this will be a short and sweet story. Something a little fun to pass the time away. I plan on posting daily until Christmas and then on Christmas I will have something special for you. No hints!
I will not have a blog for this story but I will post pictures along the way on my Facebook Page, www facebook com/LovinRobFanFiction