(Oh.My.God!) Remember last summer, whenever we wrote those good fanfictions. Well, here's Summer #2, with our first Twilight Fanfiction.
And I care why?
By: moolah
Chapter One
(Original Twilight Fanfiction-Normal Couples, ALL HUMAN!)
Working in New York took serious guts. anda had to be willing to wake up at 6 AM and go to Starbuck’s and, if you’re lucky, get yourself a coffee without damaging an arm.
I worked at Harper Collin’s New York office as an editor. My boss, Rachel Finley treated me better than Victoria Emile, a fashion designer, from my job as an assistant. Victoria made me get her a warm latte that was exactly 92.1 degrees. She would not drink anything else. I had to do this EVERY morning. EVERY day.
Whenever I reached the office, I found a stack of papers, neatly, criss-crossed designed. They were on the desk, selanjutnya to pale white and purple flowers. I looked at the flowers, and sighed. The little ticket on the edge that was tied, with a beautiful red ribbon the stem of a flower. On the little ticket it said: To my love…Please, don’t forget that I cinta anda lebih than words…Love, Flowers, and…Peace…Mike<3 Mike was the boy who worked down at the local bunga shop. He had this HUGE crush on me, whenever we were in High School. It never faded, and like, every hari I found bunga neatly arranged on my desktop. It got annoying, but I never resisted the urge to smell them, throwing away the ticket that had a message he wanted me to know, he loved me.
oleh noon I had half the work done. Rosalie, my very pregnant friend and Alice, with her toddler, James had asked me to go out to lunch with them. I never refused hanging out with them, mainly because they were witty and hilarious. I grabbed my blackberry, which was busted up and my tas, dompet and headed out to the local kantin, diner where Rosalie was chomping on breadsticks. This was her second, and she refused to bring her 12 bulan old beauty, Ella-Mae with her whenever she went out, because she couldn’t walk yet and she was frankly too tired to carry her around. Rosalie’s golden hair was wrapped in a twist down her back. It was long, way longer than mine would ever be, and luscious. Her blue eyes seemed happy that she had those breadsticks in hand. She was alone, and had her iPod in one hand, twisting the bar, with one earphone in her head and the other one hanging loosely. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, startled and used her instincts, hitting me. I moaned like I was hurt, and she turned and giggled. She got up, after 2 tries, and hugged me. Then she plopped back down. I sighed and sat down selanjutnya to her, barely managing to get a breadstick. I had to fight for the sauce, and after a hearty battle I got the sauce lathered over the roti and took a hearty bite out of it. It tasted delicious as it spread over my tongue.
When I saw Alice I was in shock. She was wearing skinny jeans, and a white blouse. James was on her hip, and he looked happy with a lollipop stuck to his mouth. She strutted over to us, in her Alice way and sat down on the other chair selanjutnya to me. She called over a waitress and asked for a highchair. James was standing on the ground, bouncing happily, up and down. He looked so cute, with Jasper’s green eyes, and Alice’s perfectly framed nose. His cheekbones, like Jasper’s visible. Alice hugged me, with her pixie-like features. “So, Bells, how’s work?” I nod looking at her. She owned her very own bakery, because recently we’d discovered she had MAD baking skills, and encouraged her to open her own. James couldn’t go to school just yet, so she either left him with Rose, who was on maternity leave for the last 2 months of her 2nd pregnancy atau she had him at the bakery with her, in the back room, where she held a daycare service, for people who worked. She had a good set of workers for weekdays, and sometimes, on the weekend I would help out in the little daycare, getting tips. I was NO help in the bakery, and Alice actually forbid me to go in their to help. That was ok with me, because I hated baking. I loved bakeries, don’t get me wrong. But I HATE baking. I’m horrible at it, so that has something to do with it, most likely. “How’s your baking going, Al?” I ask her curiously. She grins. “Fantastic!!” She puts James in the highchair as it arrives. I smile and look over at Rosalie. “Rose, how’s everything with Miss Mae? And you, and the little booger? Do we know what sex it is?” Alice asks. She nods, beaming with excitement. “It’s a boy!! Ella-Mae is perfect. I painted her toes a few days ago. They look priceless.” Alice grins, and giggles. “Congrats. Name?” She sighs looking over at her phone on the table. “Emmett wants to name the kid after your perfect brother, Ali.” Ali laughs. Edward Mason Cullen. Alice and Emmett’s brother. I was an only child, but they were brother and sister with Mr. Perfect. There were reasons why I wasn’t exactly fond of Edward. He was kind of arrogant. He was a little rude. And he never bothered to come to our parties. It was kind of awkward being the only single person there, so usually I got the great pride and joy of the kids. “Edward Jr.” Alice says trying it. “Tell him It DOES NOT sound right, from his sister.” Rosalie chuckles, and looks up, just in time to see the waitress. She orders a lemonade, I order a Coca-Cola with ceri, cherry juice, and Alice gets a ceri, cherry Lime-Aid soda.
I’m halfway through my 3rd coke whenever I realize I’m a half jam over lunch break. “Crap! Gotta go, come over tonight?” I ask. Alice nods, and Rosalie puts a thumbs up, I throw them a 20 and a 10 to pay for my portion. I rush out to where my car is. I get in and roll down the road back to Harper Collin’s office. Whenever I reach the elevator I push floor 9, where my office is. My boss won’t be excruciatingly mad at me, but I’m a little worried. My friends have kept late about 5 times since two weeks ago. I cinta them to death, but I don’t know how much my boss can handle. I just take the work home, sit in my Hello Kitty PJ pants and get my bowl of popcorn, and eat on the tempat tidur with the piles of stuff that needs edited. I sigh as I finally reach the top. Rachel is in her office, and looks up to see me. “Bella?” She calls looking around. I sigh. I am so fired! I walk backwords, and into her office room. “You seem a bit stressed.” She motions for me to sit down. “Are anda sure anda can handle VP?” I nod eagerly. “I’m fine. I just lost track of time at lunch with my friends. My one friend’s pregnant with her second, and we felt the baby kick. I’m so sorry I’m late.” Rachel smiles. “You’re fine, hon.” She waves me off, so I walk back to my office. I’m fine now. I walk back to my office and sit down at my meja tulis, meja and open a Pepsi that I grab from my little mini fridge. I decide to shut my door, so I can turn on my iPod and put it on shuffle. I grab my favorit red pen, a new book to edit, “Even Girls like me, like Boys like You.” I finish that book, and get 7 chapters in to the selanjutnya book, whenever I Rachel comes around and says, “I’m leaving.” I look at the time. It’s 5:01. I am supposed to leave at 5:00, and 1 menit over isn’t bad for me. I turn my iPod off and walk out with her.
When I get home, I’m alone for a while. I turn on the TV and watch some of my taped Secret Life, whenever I hear a knock on the door. I pause the episode, expecting it to be, Carrie from across the hall. It’s Alice with Jazz and Jason. Then I remember, I invited everyone over. Well, at least I’m not alone. I welcome them in, and give Jason some toys, that he leaves here whenever he comes. He sits on the dipan, sofa and toys with them. Alice walks in with Jasper, who I hug. “Hi, Jazzy!” He kisses my cheek; I return a look with a blush. Alice goes into the room and turns on ABC news. Nothing useful to me. “Alice, please turn on something useful?” I ask. But she’s glued to the TV. I sigh looking at it. Then I see it. It’s Edward. THE Edward Mason Cullen; the one we were just talking about today. He’s on TV. Diane Sawyer is interviewing her. He keeps touching his hair, as she asks him why he saved the two kids from the burning fire. “Well, ladies, he is single, and one remarkable young man!” Edward gives the camera a flashy smile. I sniff; showoff. He must’ve done this for attention. Edward Cullen does not seem like the type, to risk his life for a couple kids. Then the door rings. I take one last look and realize that this is not live. Stupid of me. Of course it’s not live, it’s daytime out, and it’s nighttime now. Whenever I open the door I get greeted from Emmett and Rosalie. Rosalie’s huge, like today, but somehow she seems even huger. I smile as she waddles in and sits down. Emmett’s still in the doorway, whenever I see him. He’s stepped out from behind his bigger brother, but he’s flawless. It’s Edward. He’s wearing jeans and a regular moss colored t-shirt. It’s nothing that would make me sparkle, but it makes him look like a model. Which he probably is. “Edward.” I haven’t seen him in at least a year. “Bella, right?” He asks. “I’ve come to live with Emmett for a little while. Plus, I wanted to see my darling little niece and soon to be born nephew.” That’s when I notice the little beauty, Ella-Mae. She’s holding on to Emmett’s leg while sitting on his huge foot. I nod. “Bells, it’s ok if he comes in and has a drink while we hang out.” He leans in, grabbing his darling daughter, and hands her to me. “Plus…he’s single!!” I take his little girl, and call for Jason. He tottles out, as I get in my cookie jar. I hand him his favorit cokelat chip with M&M’s cookie. I put Mae on the counter, and put him selanjutnya to her. The cousins sitting together snacking on cookies. I then hand her an oatmeal raison cookie she enjoys. Edward walks in the kitchen. “Do anda have any alcohol?” I put Ella on my hip and send Jason into the room with the parents. I nod handing his niece to him, and get in my cabinet. “What do anda want?” “Bacardi?” I nod, pulling out the bottle, and pulling it out. I put it in a glass, and hand it to him, while he hands me his beautiful niece. I pour a glass for myself. I pour it, then hold it up to him. “Cheers?” He nods, and we clink. Then we gulp down. It tastes amazing so I pour it down my throat. Delicious. Whenever I finish it, I decide to take Ella into the room with her mother and father. When I walk back in, after dropping off Ella, I find Edward pouring some lebih Bacardi in his glass. He looks up and offers a sly smile, as he pours some into my glass. We clink again, and I lean up against the counter as we start our first conversation since…a while.
“So, why did anda save those kids?” He looks at me and shrugs. “I don’t know. I did. I’m glad I did. I got a good cash stack.” I giggle, of course he did. “Good for you. Diane Sawyer was practically twirling her hair with flirtiness over you.” I looked him up and down. He was pretty cute. I did something then, that was surprising. I kissed him. I walked up to him and kissed him flat on the lips. I backed up then, wiping my lips with weirdness. I just kissed my best friends brother. He walks back, kisses back and grabs my back, walking me upstairs. Emmett looks up, and puts a hand over Ella’s eyes. “Bye guys!!” Alice yells up, covering Jason’s eyes as well. Whenever we finally make it to the bedroom, he’s on top, ciuman me ferociously
2 days later…
“So, Bells, have anda talked to my brother since?” I shook my head, drinking some lebih 7 up sitting on Alice’s sofa. “No…it’s kind of awkward now.” She grinned looking at me again. “After doing it, not drunk, it’s awkward.” I nod and laugh. Ridiculous. This was totally ridiculous.
{Thank u for reading!}
And I care why?
By: moolah
Chapter One
(Original Twilight Fanfiction-Normal Couples, ALL HUMAN!)
Working in New York took serious guts. anda had to be willing to wake up at 6 AM and go to Starbuck’s and, if you’re lucky, get yourself a coffee without damaging an arm.
I worked at Harper Collin’s New York office as an editor. My boss, Rachel Finley treated me better than Victoria Emile, a fashion designer, from my job as an assistant. Victoria made me get her a warm latte that was exactly 92.1 degrees. She would not drink anything else. I had to do this EVERY morning. EVERY day.
Whenever I reached the office, I found a stack of papers, neatly, criss-crossed designed. They were on the desk, selanjutnya to pale white and purple flowers. I looked at the flowers, and sighed. The little ticket on the edge that was tied, with a beautiful red ribbon the stem of a flower. On the little ticket it said: To my love…Please, don’t forget that I cinta anda lebih than words…Love, Flowers, and…Peace…Mike<3 Mike was the boy who worked down at the local bunga shop. He had this HUGE crush on me, whenever we were in High School. It never faded, and like, every hari I found bunga neatly arranged on my desktop. It got annoying, but I never resisted the urge to smell them, throwing away the ticket that had a message he wanted me to know, he loved me.
oleh noon I had half the work done. Rosalie, my very pregnant friend and Alice, with her toddler, James had asked me to go out to lunch with them. I never refused hanging out with them, mainly because they were witty and hilarious. I grabbed my blackberry, which was busted up and my tas, dompet and headed out to the local kantin, diner where Rosalie was chomping on breadsticks. This was her second, and she refused to bring her 12 bulan old beauty, Ella-Mae with her whenever she went out, because she couldn’t walk yet and she was frankly too tired to carry her around. Rosalie’s golden hair was wrapped in a twist down her back. It was long, way longer than mine would ever be, and luscious. Her blue eyes seemed happy that she had those breadsticks in hand. She was alone, and had her iPod in one hand, twisting the bar, with one earphone in her head and the other one hanging loosely. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, startled and used her instincts, hitting me. I moaned like I was hurt, and she turned and giggled. She got up, after 2 tries, and hugged me. Then she plopped back down. I sighed and sat down selanjutnya to her, barely managing to get a breadstick. I had to fight for the sauce, and after a hearty battle I got the sauce lathered over the roti and took a hearty bite out of it. It tasted delicious as it spread over my tongue.
When I saw Alice I was in shock. She was wearing skinny jeans, and a white blouse. James was on her hip, and he looked happy with a lollipop stuck to his mouth. She strutted over to us, in her Alice way and sat down on the other chair selanjutnya to me. She called over a waitress and asked for a highchair. James was standing on the ground, bouncing happily, up and down. He looked so cute, with Jasper’s green eyes, and Alice’s perfectly framed nose. His cheekbones, like Jasper’s visible. Alice hugged me, with her pixie-like features. “So, Bells, how’s work?” I nod looking at her. She owned her very own bakery, because recently we’d discovered she had MAD baking skills, and encouraged her to open her own. James couldn’t go to school just yet, so she either left him with Rose, who was on maternity leave for the last 2 months of her 2nd pregnancy atau she had him at the bakery with her, in the back room, where she held a daycare service, for people who worked. She had a good set of workers for weekdays, and sometimes, on the weekend I would help out in the little daycare, getting tips. I was NO help in the bakery, and Alice actually forbid me to go in their to help. That was ok with me, because I hated baking. I loved bakeries, don’t get me wrong. But I HATE baking. I’m horrible at it, so that has something to do with it, most likely. “How’s your baking going, Al?” I ask her curiously. She grins. “Fantastic!!” She puts James in the highchair as it arrives. I smile and look over at Rosalie. “Rose, how’s everything with Miss Mae? And you, and the little booger? Do we know what sex it is?” Alice asks. She nods, beaming with excitement. “It’s a boy!! Ella-Mae is perfect. I painted her toes a few days ago. They look priceless.” Alice grins, and giggles. “Congrats. Name?” She sighs looking over at her phone on the table. “Emmett wants to name the kid after your perfect brother, Ali.” Ali laughs. Edward Mason Cullen. Alice and Emmett’s brother. I was an only child, but they were brother and sister with Mr. Perfect. There were reasons why I wasn’t exactly fond of Edward. He was kind of arrogant. He was a little rude. And he never bothered to come to our parties. It was kind of awkward being the only single person there, so usually I got the great pride and joy of the kids. “Edward Jr.” Alice says trying it. “Tell him It DOES NOT sound right, from his sister.” Rosalie chuckles, and looks up, just in time to see the waitress. She orders a lemonade, I order a Coca-Cola with ceri, cherry juice, and Alice gets a ceri, cherry Lime-Aid soda.
When I get home, I’m alone for a while. I turn on the TV and watch some of my taped Secret Life, whenever I hear a knock on the door. I pause the episode, expecting it to be, Carrie from across the hall. It’s Alice with Jazz and Jason. Then I remember, I invited everyone over. Well, at least I’m not alone. I welcome them in, and give Jason some toys, that he leaves here whenever he comes. He sits on the dipan, sofa and toys with them. Alice walks in with Jasper, who I hug. “Hi, Jazzy!” He kisses my cheek; I return a look with a blush. Alice goes into the room and turns on ABC news. Nothing useful to me. “Alice, please turn on something useful?” I ask. But she’s glued to the TV. I sigh looking at it. Then I see it. It’s Edward. THE Edward Mason Cullen; the one we were just talking about today. He’s on TV. Diane Sawyer is interviewing her. He keeps touching his hair, as she asks him why he saved the two kids from the burning fire. “Well, ladies, he is single, and one remarkable young man!” Edward gives the camera a flashy smile. I sniff; showoff. He must’ve done this for attention. Edward Cullen does not seem like the type, to risk his life for a couple kids. Then the door rings. I take one last look and realize that this is not live. Stupid of me. Of course it’s not live, it’s daytime out, and it’s nighttime now. Whenever I open the door I get greeted from Emmett and Rosalie. Rosalie’s huge, like today, but somehow she seems even huger. I smile as she waddles in and sits down. Emmett’s still in the doorway, whenever I see him. He’s stepped out from behind his bigger brother, but he’s flawless. It’s Edward. He’s wearing jeans and a regular moss colored t-shirt. It’s nothing that would make me sparkle, but it makes him look like a model. Which he probably is. “Edward.” I haven’t seen him in at least a year. “Bella, right?” He asks. “I’ve come to live with Emmett for a little while. Plus, I wanted to see my darling little niece and soon to be born nephew.” That’s when I notice the little beauty, Ella-Mae. She’s holding on to Emmett’s leg while sitting on his huge foot. I nod. “Bells, it’s ok if he comes in and has a drink while we hang out.” He leans in, grabbing his darling daughter, and hands her to me. “Plus…he’s single!!” I take his little girl, and call for Jason. He tottles out, as I get in my cookie jar. I hand him his favorit cokelat chip with M&M’s cookie. I put Mae on the counter, and put him selanjutnya to her. The cousins sitting together snacking on cookies. I then hand her an oatmeal raison cookie she enjoys. Edward walks in the kitchen. “Do anda have any alcohol?” I put Ella on my hip and send Jason into the room with the parents. I nod handing his niece to him, and get in my cabinet. “What do anda want?” “Bacardi?” I nod, pulling out the bottle, and pulling it out. I put it in a glass, and hand it to him, while he hands me his beautiful niece. I pour a glass for myself. I pour it, then hold it up to him. “Cheers?” He nods, and we clink. Then we gulp down. It tastes amazing so I pour it down my throat. Delicious. Whenever I finish it, I decide to take Ella into the room with her mother and father. When I walk back in, after dropping off Ella, I find Edward pouring some lebih Bacardi in his glass. He looks up and offers a sly smile, as he pours some into my glass. We clink again, and I lean up against the counter as we start our first conversation since…a while.
“So, why did anda save those kids?” He looks at me and shrugs. “I don’t know. I did. I’m glad I did. I got a good cash stack.” I giggle, of course he did. “Good for you. Diane Sawyer was practically twirling her hair with flirtiness over you.” I looked him up and down. He was pretty cute. I did something then, that was surprising. I kissed him. I walked up to him and kissed him flat on the lips. I backed up then, wiping my lips with weirdness. I just kissed my best friends brother. He walks back, kisses back and grabs my back, walking me upstairs. Emmett looks up, and puts a hand over Ella’s eyes. “Bye guys!!” Alice yells up, covering Jason’s eyes as well. Whenever we finally make it to the bedroom, he’s on top, ciuman me ferociously
2 days later…
“So, Bells, have anda talked to my brother since?” I shook my head, drinking some lebih 7 up sitting on Alice’s sofa. “No…it’s kind of awkward now.” She grinned looking at me again. “After doing it, not drunk, it’s awkward.” I nod and laugh. Ridiculous. This was totally ridiculous.
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