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Bittersweet Hello

Bella and Edward in Forks, it's the same time period with the same people, but this time their roles are switched

Edward Mason is a young 17 year old boy who has just moved to Forks with his mother in search of the renowned blood specialist, Dr. Cullen. His mother is sick with an unheard of blood disease and Dr. Cullen is their last hope.
Bella Cullen is a 107 year old vampire with a body frozen in time at age 17. She alone in her family has not found love. She surrounds herself with books, and awaits the day her prince comes to sweep her of her feet.

7. Chapter 7; The Catalyst

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“Round Two! Edward’s in the ring, we’re waiting for the knock out. Forks is up and at ‘em. We think a knock out is coming soon.” My commentary in the bathroom was obviously louder than I’d expected because my mom was snickering out in the kitchen.

“Hey boxer boy, why not empty out this box here while I make your overly-picky breakfast?” I dipped and dodged out into the kitchen, giving my mom a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the box labeled “Junk” on it. The label meant nothing seeing as there were four other boxes in my closet also labeled “junk”.

This particular box was probably my school junk box because the other four contained piano music, clothes and shoes. I dropped the box on my bed and noticed something move out of the corner of my eye. A piece of paper fluttered from my temporary desk (a little folding card-table) and hit the ground. I found this odd since my window wasn’t open and the air vent was across the room, but I shrugged it off and let the paper lay, ripping open the box I’d brought in.

It did contain my school work. Most of it I probably wouldn’t need, but the packrat in me had to keep it just incase. I did find my graphing calculator and mp3 player, though. Down at the bottom there were a few of my favorite CDs, but I still had yet to find the stereo system. Whatever box held that probably held the rest of my CDs as well. I dropped the disks on my desk along with the useless binders full of knowledge I’ll never need to use.

“Oh your great and Honorable Picky-ness,” my mom called from the kitchen. “Your perfect eggs and bacon platter is complete.” I glided down the hallway, holding my head high.

“Oh, please, there’s no need for complete titles. Just call me Your Highness.” She whapped me playfully with the towel she held before joining me at the table. I eyed her thoughtfully as she swallowed her multiple pills and washed them down with her overly-sweet coffee. One part coffee, three parts sugar and milk; just how she liked it.

“What?” She asked, noticing my stare.

“Is that any good?”

“Well…It’s no salt covered egg, but…you know…,” She shrugged and I rolled my eyes.

“So, do you have an appointment today?”

“No, not until Thursday.”

“So what are you going to do today?” I continued to snarf down my food faster than was necessary.

“Probably unpack a little bit more.” She coughed quietly into the towel that she still held. “Probably take a little nap.”

“Lazy bum,” I said in mock distain as I stood with my plate and dropped it in the sink.

“Hey! Hey!! Get out of here you big money soaking oaf!” She swatted me again with the towel as I hopped out of the room and headed down the hallway. I grabbed my book bag and slipped my shoes and black raincoat on.

“Thanks for breakfast! I see you after school! I love you!” I called as I headed out of the door, feeling my pocket for the keys to my Volvo.

The air was thick with moisture and for a moment I felt like I was suffocating. How could anybody possibly live here, I wondered to myself as I started my car. The engine revved with a stuttering purr. It was an old model and had quite a few miles on it, but I could hardly complain seeing as most of the cars in this town could be my car’s grandparent.

I turned onto the highway once again and found the turn to the school this time. That was a good sign. I hadn’t forgotten anything yet. I my breath caught in my throat as I opened the door and pulled up my hood.

* * * * *

Jasper drove us to school today. I felt our speed break 90. We tended to over-do the speed on the back roads where nobody would ever see us. As we came into town, he decreased our speed to about 40 mph. It felt like we were crawling. We turned into the parking lot, following a little silver Vovlo, and found a spot.

I saw Alice’s face go blank for a second followed by a tiny smile, almost unnoticeable, but still there. As I slid out of the car that familiar scent caught me, and Alice’s smile was obvious. I continued walking down the parking lot, my monotonous day cycle beginning.

“Bella!” Someone was calling my name; not just someone, but HE was calling my name. “Hey, Bella, wait up!”

I turned around to look, and found him jogging to catch up with me. His cheeks were pink against his pale white skin and his eyes were bright. His lips look so…delicious. No, Bella, don’t think about that.

“Wow can you walk!” he exclaimed, his heart was beating fast again. I just smiled and continued walking. He kept up, lengthening his strides. It was then that I noticed how tall he was. He had to be over six feet tall; almost a head taller than me. He had a confident gait; his toes pointed neither in or out, and his head was level with the ground.

“So, how long have you lived here?” he asked. I turned to look at him, eyes narrowing. I could feel myself becoming paranoid. He was going to figure out our secret. I had the weird feeling that he was reading me like a book.

“Um, two years, why?”

“I don’t know, I just didn’t think you guys lived here your whole life. You seemed sort of apart from-” He cut himself off before he finished his sentence. A light blush crept up his neck, and he stuttered, “Oh- I didn’t mean it like that…I just…”

“Oh, it’s okay. We’ve brought it upon ourselves anyway. We’re sort of anti-social.” I gave him my best smile. Something in that statement clicked in his mind, and I saw his eyes glint as though there was an inside joke.

“Umm…so…what kind of activities do you have here?” he asked, once again feeling the conversation dropping.

“Oh, well…Not much. I think track season’s starting pretty soon…Choir? Band…orchestra? I don’t know…Anti-social, remember?” He smiled.

“Choir or orchestra…Hmm…I might like to do that…or maybe track…What would you want to do? It doesn’t matter if you’re anti-social, you still have interests.” I stared, dumbfounded. We’d continued walking and now we stood in front of building five.

“Well…I don’t know…I don’t know if I can sing…and I don’t know how to play an instrument…I guess I’d end up joining the Literary Society if I wanted to do something I enjoyed…” His eyes lit up.

“Oh, so you like to read? What kind of stuff?”

“Mostly the old classics…Romeo and Juliet…Gone With the Wind…Pride and Prejudice.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Aw, all girls like Romeo and Juliet…personally, I think he’s weak. Weak and irrational.” My jaw dropped.

“You just insulted one of the greatest masterpieces on earth,” I said, laughing with him. “But I guess I do see your point, but it’s romantic! To go to such lengths for love!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure…But he didn’t have to kill her cousin, or kill himself before he thought the things through. He just set himself up for misery.”

Mr. Stanning poked his head out of the door and called to us.

“Mr. Masen. Ms. Cullen, do you plan on joining us today or do I need to assign a detention?”

“Oh, no sir. We’re coming!” I couldn’t help and snicker at how polite he was and I followed him into the classroom, shedding my raincoat at the door and taking my seat behind him.