My Life before you
(previously titled: that's so gay...) Edward's life before his beautiful Bella, how did it feel to grow up, without really growing up? Chapter 5 is finally up!
this is a bit of Edward's life before Bellakins came to town!
3. The mall awaits!
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I let the warm, soothing blood flood down my throat as I finished up my third mountain lion. My body felt rejuvenated and I ran a couple miles to work off the extra energy before going back to the car where Alice was waiting impatiently.
“Finally. You took so long, I thought maybe the lion had ate you for a change.” She said. I grinned and shook my head.
“Nope, only satisfying my own hunger today. So, the mall?” I asked, getting ready for this bit of torture I was about to endure.
“THE MALL AWAITS!” Alice yelled happily, putting on the radio. An annoyingly high pitched voice came on, along with a few unbalanced tempo beats.
“Hey, my car, my music. What’s with these girly bands you listen to? If you want some good music, listen to the classics, or some of the newer ones, not that 80s nonsense. It’s unbearable. Here, listen to this.” I said. Alice shrugged and I pulled out my CD case.
Picking out the newer album of The Fray, I put in the CD and listened to the amazing lyrics.
“Hm, this is good. Who are they?” Alice said, pulling on her sunglasses again.
“The Fray. Alice, why do you wear sunglasses in the nearly 80% sunless town of Forks?” I asked her.
“Because, my non-fashionable-needs-to-get-a-life-according-to-this-century brother, these sunglasses, unlike you, are cool.” She said. I rolled my eyes and zoomed down the highway.
“I can’t find parking anywhere, Alice.” I groaned.
“There’s one, right there!” She cheered, pointing to my left.
“No! Do you see that escalade? It’s going to kill the Volvo when it’s doors open, no way am I parking next to that thing!” I said in utter horror as the scene flashed before my eyes.
“You and your stupid car!”
“My stupid car? My--ugh---what about your stupid obsession with shopping?! That’s the only reason we’re even here! Let’s go home! ”
“Edward, you PROMISED! Do you know what that word means? Do you want me to give you a dictionary definition? Promise, noun, to assure somebody that something will certainly happen or be done. Does that clarify it for you?”
“FINE! Just relax ok, I’ll take a couple more rounds around the parking lot.” I said, turning sharply to the next bend. In her mind, Alice was ranting and raving quiet loudly. Finally, I found an old lady that was backing out her car and quickly sped into the parking spot, turning off the car and heaving a huge sigh of relief, because Alice’s banter had finally stopped.
As much as she annoyed me, I still loved my sister. We were best friends, the freaks among freaks. Jasper’s talent wasn’t as conscious or depending as ours was, and it was mine and Alice’s job to make sure our family was safe from various things.
“There!” Alice exclaimed, dancing from store to store, throwing various objects of clothing at me, ready to tell me if I should like it or not.
Ew, no, red and white is not good for your skin and hair contrast. Or Edward, why are you even touching those pants? Do you want everyone to think you’re some fashion outcast? And once, Ok, if you don’t know how to pick out the right shoes for each outfit, then we need to have a serious discussion.
“What the heck, Alice! Why don’t you just do it yourself if you aren’t even going to ask for my opinion?” I suddenly burst out, after she had spent ten minutes deciding if the belt with studs would look to punk or not.
“You know what, I think that’s a great idea. I have your sizes anyway, why don’t you just go explore while I’m busy?” She said, completely abandoning me to go find a jacket with silver studs to match the belt. Two assistants that worked at the store we were in followed her everywhere, appending to her every wish.
I quickly ducked out of the store and took a deep breath. Finally, some peace from Alice’s reprimands on fashion. Who cares about the stupid style, anyway? After a century of life, I don’t think style really matters anymore. What was the point of updating your clothing if it was just going to change in another couple of years again, and your body would remain the same?
I put my hands in my pockets and started to wander around the mall, stopping occasionally to see in through a window. I walked into Virgin, an entertainment store. I was so immersed in the recent albums that had come out that I hadn’t even noticed someone standing behind me.
“Psst, that album is really good, in case you want my opinion. Which you probably don’t.” A female voice said. I turned around sharply.
The girl was probably 16 or 17 and she had black hair and tan skin. Her green eyes looked bright and excited and she was about a foot shorter than me. She brought her hand up to her hair and brushed a couple strands away from her face. Usually, humans never interested me. They all blended together, working the same way, having the same thoughts, reacting the same way. Most shied away from us, their subconscious instincts telling them to do so.
I focused a bit more than usual and found that her thoughts were not saying anything related to “how hot I was” or “I want a piece of him” as most females were usually thinking around me.
Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
I quickly realized that she was singing one of the songs on the CD I was holding.
“So are you going to just stare at me or say something?” She grinned. I looked down and noticed that she was wearing an employee t-shirt.
“That depends, do you really like this album or are you saying it so I’ll buy it and you can get some commission?” I grinned back.
“First, yes, I really do love that album. Second, I don’t work on commission. And third, we have a CD player, so you can listen to it before you buy it.” She said. I shrugged and handed her the CD.
“Let’s hear it.” She motioned for me to follow her and I did, over to the counter where she scanned the bar code and a list of the songs came on.
“Pick a song.” She instructed me. I raised my finger and clicked on the song she was singing in her mind.
“That’s my favorite one.” She smiled, and pulled a chair over and put it next to me.
“Um, thank you.” I replied, sitting down. She pulled another chair and sat down, taking off her shoes and curling up in a little ball onto the seat.
“Ugh, my feet are killing me. Last time I borrow my sister’s shoes for work.” She groaned, pushing a green button, making the music a little louder. We simply sat, enjoying the music…and I was enjoying the company, and her mind said she enjoyed mine also.
“You have good taste, I like the music.” I stated, towards the ending of the song. Why did I really like the way she smiled? The way she thought about music…the way I wasn’t even attracted by her blood as much as usual. It smelled good, of course. Kind of like tropical flowers or something exotic like that.
“Thanks. My name is Vanessa Frank by the way.” She said, holding out her hand. I didn’t even think twice before shaking her hand. It was warm and I could almost feel the blood pumping in her veins, realizing that it was the first time I had shook a female human’s hand that was my “age”. Suddenly she gave a yelp and let go.
“Holy cheese! You’re freezing! Do you wanna borrow a jacket or something?” She asked.
“No, I’m fine. I’m usually cold like that. Sorry,” I apologized. Whoa, he has golden eyes. That is…so cool. She thought. I shifted in my chair and brushed my hair back.
“No reason to say sorry. You didn’t tell me your name, though.”
“I’m Edward. Edward Cullen.”
Suddenly my phone went off in my pocket and I pulled it out, putting it to my ear.
“Edward? Where are you? I’ve been looking for---oh,” Alice suddenly stopped, and I turned around, seeing her walk into the store with two bags on each of her arms. I hung up my phone and looked at Vanessa who was staring at Alice in awe.
“Hello Alice.” I said, standing up and walking over to her, taking the bags from her arms.
“Hey. What were you doing?” She asked.
“Listening to a CD.” I said, but Alice wasn’t even paying attention to me, she was looking at Vanessa who was putting her shoes on and getting the CD out of the player.
“Did you want to buy this?” She asked me.
“Yes, thank you.” I replied, pulling my credit card out of my back pocket and handed it to her, following her to the cash register.
“You’re really beautiful.” Vanessa stated. I looked up, astonished. I calmed down when I saw that she wasn’t looking at me, she was looking at Alice, who was positively radiant.
“What? Oh, thank you! You are quite adorable yourself. Are those Gucci pumps?” She asked, animatedly.
“Oh, I don’t know. They’re my sister’s. She doesn‘t know that I‘m borrowing them just yet.” She said, putting my receipt in the bag and handing it to me.
“Aw, that’s what sisters are for!” Alice replied, grinning. Rosalie still doesn’t know I borrowed her Chanel purse. Alice thought. Was I being stuck in the middle of another girl conversation? How did this keep happening to me?
“Here, Edward. It was really nice meeting you. I hope you enjoy the music, thank you for shopping at Virgin. Please come again.” Vanessa said brightly, smiling. Her thoughts said her tone was lying. Why am I speaking so cheerfully? I don’t want him to leave just yet…too bad. She thought.
Strangely enough, I didn’t want to leave yet either. I wanted to see what else made this girl different enough to get my attention, to make me notice a normal human girl.
“Right, it was nice meeting you also. Thank you.” I replied, walking towards the door, Alice in tow. Once I got to the door, for some reason, I turned around and saw Vanessa staring at me with a smile on her face. Easy come, easy go. She thought before quickly turning around and walking away to another customer.
“Edward? Are we going?” Alice asked. I nodded and left the store, walking outside in the light rain and to my car. Putting all bags except for the Virgin one in the trunk, I sat in front and Alice sat on my passenger side and was staring at me intensely.
“Edward, how do you feel right now?” She asked me strangely. I looked down and noticed something written on the back of my reciept for the one “Death Cab For Cutie” CD.
Vanessa Frank 712-234-6754
Call me, For musical needs, of course. :)