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Only Human

Summary:
What would it be like if Edward wasn't unbelievably gorgeous? What if he wasn't super fast or super strong? What if he wasn't even a vampire? Would catching the attention of a stubborn teenage girl be so easy for him? Find out by reading my first fan fiction. I'm new at this so please review! Feel free to add in LOTS of criticism. I need all the help I can get.


Notes:
Everything in this story is the same as Twilight except for three things that you should be absolutely positive of 1) Edward is not a vampire 2) He has no brothers and sisters 3) His parents, Esme and Carlisle (a dentist, not a doctor- this does fit into the story so sorry to you Dr. Carlisle lovers) are not vampires. This is my version of the human Edward. I tried to use all the information I could from the Twilight Series to make his character believable. Please review and tell me if I TOTALLY messed something up with Edward’s character. These characters do not belong to me. They belong to a genius by the name of Stephenie Meyer. I am in no way, shape, or form trying to steal credit for her characters.


1. First Sight

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 1670   Review this Chapter

Forks was, well, Forks. Even though I was miserable in Forks- the atmosphere seemed to kill your soul- my regrets had long gone. I had accepted my imprisonment here- I was both the prisoner and the keeper- but I still missed Phoenix. I missed the sun, the warmth, the colors- the ones other than green.

It was raining outside, and I was driving to Forks High School in my new red truck. Charlie had given it to me as a welcome home present. He bought it from his friend, Billy Black. My truck was the only good thing that had happened to me since I had moved to Forks. It had only been one day, but I had a feeling my unhappiness was going to become a continual pattern.

I pulled into the parking lot in front of the main building. There was no one parked there so I assumed it was off limits. I parked there anyway because I realized it would be pointless to drive around aimlessly in the rain. I figured someone in the main office would tell me where to properly park my truck.

I turned the engine off and gave a sigh of relief as the loud, rumbling noise of the engine died. I sulked out of the car- this is how I acted the rest of the day- and ran through the rain toward the front door.

My day turned out to be just as bad as I planned. Lunch had just ended, and the day seemed to be dragging on forever. Two more classes and the day would be over. All the classes I had sat through so far had been really boring. I had already learned most of the material at my old school.

At the beginning of every class, my teacher would sign the paper that I received in the main office and hand me my textbook before I walked to an empty desk in the room. Mr. Varner was the only teacher that made me introduce myself. It was rather embarrassing- especially since I tripped walking to my desk afterwards. I hoped my Biology teacher wouldn’t make me do the same.

I stepped into my Biology classroom hoping that this gloomy day would clear up. It didn’t.

I got my paper signed by Mr. Banner and retrieved my textbook. No introductions- a definite plus.

I walked to the only empty seat over by the window. I laid my textbook on the lab table and looked out the window. The rain just kept coming down and down and down. I felt like the rain was pushing me down and holding me tight against the floor. I shivered at the thought of this happening everyday.

The boy sitting next to me laughed. I hadn’t notice him until now. He sat crammed up against our lab table. He was leaning on his right arm with his chest laid across the tabletop. His messy bronze hair fell lightly over his fingertips. His green eyes were pressed in my direction, and a smile was still glistening across his pallid face.

He was good looking, but I was used to seeing common beauties like him in Phoenix. I had grown up seeing tan, muscular, gorgeous men, and they easily outshone the boy sitting next to me. He was neither tan nor muscular. His paleness took away from his beauty, but he was still the best looking guy I’d seen so far today.

“Scared of a little rain,” he suggested.

His expression was bizarre, as if mesmerized. He had a pleasant face, but his eyes were wide, and he didn’t blink. He made me feel awkward, like I had something in my teeth. I didn’t answer. I just looked away trying to avoid his darkened stare.

“I’m sorry. That was rude. I should have introduced myself first. I’m Edward Cullen. You must be new here. What’s your name?” Edward asked inquisitively.

“Bella Swan,” I replied sheepishly.

“You aren’t used to the rain. You aren’t from around here.” These weren’t questions or accusations. These were statements of fact. “Where are you from?” he said now asking a question that he couldn’t perceive on his own.

“I’m from Phoenix, Arizona. I don’t know how you can stand the rain. I miss the sun already,” I replied. My mind slipped to the place I once called home. I could feel the sun beat down on me as I remembered its warmth. Edward’s voice brought me back to reality.

He shrugged. “You get used to it.”

“I wish I could believe that,” I groped thinking of this weeks forecast- rain, rain, and more rain. I would definitely get my chance to get used to it.

There was a few seconds of silence, and than the bell rang. Edward jumped. He casually leaned back in his chair and folded his arms so no one would notice. He redirected his focus to the front of the classroom.

Frequently during the class, I caught him looking at me. He did not talk to me though. This disappointed me because I was curious about Edward. He acted normal, like every other person had acted towards me today, but I couldn’t get him out of my head. I think it was because of the way he looked at me. He had been looking at me as if looking for answers, but I was the one who was going to get the answers. I was determined to learn more about him in the weeks to come.

Within the next couple of weeks, my life in Forks had become a routine. Lunch had become a time to relax and have fun with my friends. My lunch table consisted of Angela, Jessica, Lauren, Mike, Eric, Tyler, and Edward.

Today was a cloudy Monday. If I was still in Phoenix, the clouds would have upset me, but since I was in Forks I was just glad it wasn’t raining. When lunchtime had arrived, I sat down at my normal table. My friends filed in around me. Jessica was talking endlessly like usual. I pretended to pay attention by nodding in what I thought were the right places.

I glanced over to the other side of the table where Edward sat staring at me. The other boys at my lunch table stared at me too, but Edward’s stare was much more peculiar. He looked deep into my eyes and followed their gaze. He spent most of his time staring at me as if he were in a trance. On certain occasions, he would loosen his trance to talk to me. However, he never fully came out of his trance. He did this now as Jessica paused from talking to take a bite of her sandwich.

“Bella, I’ve noticed you leaving school in a red pickup truck. What year is it?” Edward asked acting casual. I had no idea why he was curious about my truck. This surely couldn’t be the answers he was looking for. He had said “leaving school,” and I had not left school until after I first met him.

“I’m not quite sure,” I replied. This was true. Billy Black had bought my truck from someone else before passing it on to me. “Fifties or sixties I think.”

“Wow, and it still looks in amazing shape. How does it run?” he questioned me again. He looked extremely interested now, but I didn’t know why.

“It runs great, but I’m sure if you tried to go over sixty in it you wouldn’t get very far,” I said continuing to answer his unimportant questions. I took a bite of the piece of pizza sitting in front of me. I realized that I hadn’t touched it until now.

“Why don’t you let me take it out and try to see if I can get it to go over sixty?” he pleaded. This was out of the question. I would not let anyone drive my truck but me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. I knew this was the perfect time to question him. Edward might never fall into this easy trap again. I tried to be nonchalant about it. I didn’t want him to feel embarrassed about his “trances”. This was the word that I decided to call them though there was no word to exactly pinpoint his actions. When his next question came out of his mouth, I knew it was time to act.

“Why not?” he asked puzzled. I debated whether or not it would be proper for me to bring it up. It probably wasn’t, but I was too curious.

“Well, I couldn’t stand letting you take my truck out without me, and if I was with you you’d probably crash,” I muttered quietly.

“What makes you think that?” Edward asked quickly and defensively. I don’t think he realized where I was headed, but he knew something was up.

“If you can’t concentrate in Biology with me there, how would you be able to drive a car?” I said almost inaudibly.

“I, umm….” He looked embarrassed now. I suddenly regretted my selfish decision. “I can concentrate fine during Biology,” he said looking down at his food. His face never resurfaced to look at mine during that lunch period.

Edward’s uneasiness made me realize that everyone around us was staring. Even my quiet voice had not stopped them from listening to our conversation. Jessica and Lauren were giving me evil looks of jealousy. I got these looks often, but none this bad.

I had been so close to figuring out the reason behind Edward’s longing looks. I knew it was more than my features that caused his stares. I was sure he would have told me something insightful if it hadn’t been for all of the people around us.