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One Love, Two Worlds, Three Words

Summary:
Bella is single handedly the most popular and beautiful girl in all of Fort Lauderdale High, along with her best friends, Alice, Rosalie, and Angela. Edward is an odd ball out. The mysterious and charming boy isn't your average foster child. The traditional story of “boy meets girl” takes on a new twist, when the most unexpected happens and two people who couldn’t find themselves, find one another. One day, fate will bring them together and change their lives forever. Filled with tragedy, love, family hardships, and humor. Not your average fanfic. ALL HUMAN. OOC/AU -tlm


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5. Walk With Me

Rating 4.5/5   Word Count 4357   Review this Chapter

EPOV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I turned reluctantly onto my side as I smacked my hand down on the alarm. I stood up anxiously, throwing the covers back and almost toppling over my nightstand. The clock read 6:00 AM. For once I was anxious to be up so early. I knew however that my reasons were stupid and arrogant. Those reasons being:

1. I would get to see Bella and make sure she was alright.

2. I would hopefully get the chance to talk to her and get to know her better.

Maybe the second reason was a little far fetched. I walked to my closet and pulled out a pair of black sweats and a plain white Hanes t-shirt. A hot shower sounded nice. The water was soothing and I found myself being able to think more clearly. This morning would be a good start to the day. Ever since last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My cheeks burned at the thought of getting to be with her again. Gah…I needed to stop daydreaming. She would never think of me as more than a friend. I didn’t even know her all that well, yet I found myself feeling as if she’s been under my nose all along. There wasn’t any room to put my guard down. Maybe there was some catch that I would find out about her perfect little get up. Just keep it cool Edward.

After getting dressed, I went into the room next to mine to check up on the kids. Michelle, Cassandra, and Diana were still fast asleep. Rachel, my foster mother, was given the addition to our family a couple of months ago. I have a soft spot for little kids, especially them. They’re all 5 years old and besides the occasional Barbie tea parties, I loved spending time with my little sisters. I shut the door quietly behind me and made my way towards the kitchen. Rachel was most likely still asleep but I wouldn’t have to wake her since she already knew about my plans for the morning. Besides, if she were awake, she’d probably be freaking out over me not having a sweater, not that it got that cold in Fort Lauderdale. She’s a lovely woman really, always so caring and considerate. I’ve always thought of her as my real mother. She takes great care of the kids and me whenever she isn’t working.

I grabbed my keys and made my way to the door. Locking it behind me, I let my eyes scan the front yard.

I took note of the grass that needed trimming and the Christmas lights in a box in the corner of the doorway that needed to be put up soon, not that it would take very long. Our home was one of the smaller ones in the neighborhood on the south side of town. That’s self-explanatory. I wove through the streets, overly anxious to get to my destination. I could already feel my forehead sweating more that it should. It took several minutes before I could find a parking spot in the hundreds of cars and people that were here for the event.

Several people were lined up at the tables put out in front of the mall waiting to claim their numbers if they were running or getting their signs if they were walking. I was going to be running, but would Isabella be? I didn’t see her as the athletic type since she wasn’t on any sports team at school. At my old school I did track but that was before I had to move over the summer. I cringed at the thought again, stopping in my tracks. I made my way to the long line and realized my shoe was untied. Shoot. I stopped in my tracks and bent down but as I did I felt the weight of someone brushing up against my back. I turned my head to my right, mortified when I realized the person had tumbled over me and onto their side. I rushed to their side.

“Hey! Are you alright?” I said as the person slowly got up. It took me a second to realize it was a girl. Crap. She pulled her hood down and turned to look at me.

“Yeah I’m-Oh hi Edward,” she replied as she dusted off the back of her shorts.

“H-hey Isabella,” I stuttered. “You sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine thanks, don’t worry about it and uh, please call me Bella,” she smiled. Why was I such an idiot? After a brief moment of silence I realized several people were staring. I positioned myself away from their stares and looked back to see that Bella was removing her jacket and tying her shoes. I looked down quickly and realized I didn’t finish tying mine. I used that as an excuse to turn away from her. I didn’t want her to think of me as just another of the ogling guys.

“So how are you feeling?” I asked hesitantly. She looked up startled, as if wondering why I was still there.

“Oh I’m fine really I promise. I’m not hurt or-”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” I replied quickly, realizing she misunderstood me. “About last night, are you feeling better?”

“Oh…” she nodded in understanding, wincing slightly. I instantly regretted bringing it up.

“Sorry, I know it’s not my business or anything, I don’t want you to think I’m-” I stopped as she began laughing as though I said something extremely hilarious.

“Don’t worry your not intruding. I’m actually feeling a lot better than I was yesterday...that is thanks to you,” she smiled. I looked at her dumbfounded, feeling the blush rush up to my cheeks once more. Wowsay something before she thinks youre a total idiot.

“Um-uh well I’m glad to hear that,” I said rubbing my neck in embarrassment. She must think I’m a total dweeb.

“So running or walking?” she asked as she got up.

“Running, but if your walking I could-“

“Excuse me?” she snapped. Crap whatd I say now? “You immediately assume I’m walking?”

“I-uh-I mean no, it’s just-um-”

“Save it,” she snapped, flipping her ponytail in my face and stalking off ahead of me. I listed off profanities in my head. I jogged to catch up with her. Well I know shes running but good job-she thinks youre a pig who thinks shes too much of a girlie-girl.

“Look sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just simply offering to join you if you were walking or running.” For some reason I was out of breath during my explanation and for some reason she looked like she was about to burst out laughing at any moment. The next thing I knew she was shaking with laughter.

“I-I’m so kidding! Stop with the apologies!” She was still hysterical as I stared at her, feeling bummed that she got me.

“A little mischievous are we?” I questioned her. She smiled slyly.

“Not really-I just wanted to see how you’d react. I like to mess with people occasionally,” she smiled her sweet angelic smile. I could feel my heart beginning to skip beats. Shucks, I couldn’t ever be truly upset with her.

“Next!” The man at the stand called. She turned around swiftly and gave her name. I didn’t appreciate the way the middle age man was staring at her. Pedophile… She claimed her number and moved to the side waiting for me to claim my number. Well, at least I think she was waiting for me.

“So I take it were running together?” she asked. We strode over to the starting line. Hmmm one condition though…

“That depends-do you think you could keep up?” I asked jokingly. She pouted as she lunged, stretching out her legs.

“I should be asking you that question,” she retorted. “How fast is your mile?” she asked.

“Hmmm…maybe six to seven minutes depending on my mood” I replied trying to sound indifferent. That would surely be impressive. She simply smiled to herself continuing to stretch. I really was trying my best not stare at her, but I knew I wasn’t kidding anyone. How could I not? I began to stretch out my arms as well, looking down but glancing at her from under my lashes. This was the first time that I’d ever appraised her entire body. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt with navy blue basketball shorts, rather more modest than the average girl’s athletic wear. She was in good shape as well. I probably should have expected some type of regular exercise routine. Oh well, I’d slow down so that we could jog at the same pace and maybe talk a bit.

A deep voice sounded over a megaphone asking for all contestants to head to the starting line. We waited in silence as the people headed towards our direction.

“Hey, dumb-ass at 3 o’clock,” she said ending the silence. I turned my head and a couple feet away from me was Mike with a piece of white adhesive over his nose. He started walking directly toward us with the best death glare he could manage. The look was pretty weak if you asked me. I could hear Bella chuckling slightly from behind me.

“Nice,” I replied. She smiled in return.

“He asked for it,” she replied as she put in headphones connecting to an iPod shuffle.

“Alright ladies and gents! Young and old! It’s time to get this show on the road!” the guy yelled into the megaphone. After a brief speech he began the countdown. “On your marks, get set, and GO!” I began jogging but was surprised to Bella taking off into a full sprint. During the time it took me to realize what she was doing she had taken the lead almost 15 feet ahead of me. Dang that girl was fast! What the heck was she doing? This wasn’t the Olympics!

I started to speed up into a sprint to catch up with her. I pushed as hard as I could but I still lagged behind slightly. No way could I catch up with how fast she was going, so I had to talk to her from 5 feet behind.

“Why are you running so fast?” I yelled. She kept sprinting probably not able to hear me over the music. I pushed forward even harder. I couldn’t imagine how anyone could be going this fast for a long period of time. I finally caught up to her as she turned her head to face my direction and pulled off her headphones.

“I was wondering where you went!” she yelled, smiling impishly.

“Why in the world are you sprinting?” I asked. She seemed confused for a second collecting her thoughts.

“I believe I forgot to mention I always sprint the first mile whenever I run,” she smiled innocently. Yeah, that would have been nice to know to start off with so I would’ve had time to make an excuse to walk and not make a fool of myself.

“Yeah, you never mentioned that one,” I replied sarcastically. She began to slow down eventually at a fast jog. I slowed down as well.

“It takes a lot of training before being able to sprint for long periods of time, so I’ll just jog so you can keep up,” she smiled. I don’t remember ever feeling so embarrassed in my life. Running was supposed to be my thing, but I guess I had a lot of further training to do if I wanted to be at least half as good as she was.

“Don’t feel embarrassed or anything, I have no life that’s why I spend a lot of it on running,” she laughed freely. She read my silence well. I thought I was the scrutinizing one. I smiled at the thought.

“So what else do you do with this non-existent life you claim you have?” I asked conversationally, with a hint of irony. She laughed, playing along.

BPOV

“I spend my time doing less conventional things,” I replied. “You’ll think I’m a dork for most of it,” I added frankly. He had a curious expression on his face.

“Try me,” he replied. I tried to think of what to say but looking him in the eyes was too distracting. They were incredible and I couldn’t help but admire their beauty. I faced forward pretending to concentrate on the road. I felt kind of guilty for my earlier stunt but it was still quite hilarious. I liked messing with Edward, he wasn’t uptight and trying to make a move on me every second. For once in a very long time I was actually enjoying the presence of the opposite sex.

“Well, most of time I spend playing guitar, reading, and playing video games-” He snorted suddenly at my last reference. I turned to face him full on. “What? Girls can play Call of Duty if they’re actually into that kind of thing…”

“No, no it’s fine, I totally agree, it’s just you’re the first girl I’ve ever met that does,” he chuckled. “Please continue,” nodding for me to press forward.

“If I’m not doing any of those things, I’m either hanging out with my best friends or doing homework. I also take jazz dance lessons, taekwondo, and sing in my school choir.” By the time I was done with my speech I was sure he would think that much less of me. I turned back to face him to see that he was smiling.

“That’s very…wow,” he replied still smiling.

“What do you mean?” I asked. He seemed to be searching for an answer.

“Can you explain something to me?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Why do you think anyone would call you a dork for those things?” he asked. I figured that was pretty obvious. The popular pretty girl isn’t supposed to be in choir.

“Well, none of those things are exactly Varsity Cheerleading squad related,” I replied sarcastically. He laughed in return nodding his head in agreement.

“Personally, I think playing guitar is better than cheerleading any day girlfriend,” He replied in the gayest voice he could manage. I burst out laughing at his comment. When was the last time I’d felt so relaxed comfortable laughing and joking around with a guy? Never.

“Oh you know it, chicka,” I slapped him on the arm playfully. It was hard as rock. It wasn’t till now that I had appraised him. I think I was so mesmerized by his eyes to have noticed the rest. He was cute, but not your classic hottie. His looks were foreign yet appealing, to me at least. It took me a couple seconds before I realized he was looking at me questioningly as I looked him over. I tried to think of something to cover the awkward exchange. He looked uncomfortable once again.

“I’m sorry about earlier again. It’s just I know you’re not on any of the sports teams at school, so I didn’t figure you to be the athletic type,” he finished shyly.

“Oh well that’s fine, don’t worry about it. You go to FLHS?” I asked curiously. I’ve never seen him around.

“Yes, I do. I see you around all the time, but you probably haven’t noticed me-you’re always surrounded by mobs of people,” he chuckled lightly. “Plus, I’ve not exactly the social type,” he added. If I ever did lay eyes on him, would I have noticed him? I felt something inside of my conscience start to stir. If I were to be honest with myself, I would be subjective to passing up this perfectly good looking boy simply because he was well… a boy.

“Really now? Well I find that hard to believe. It seems like you’re a nice person anyone could just, come up and talk to,” I smiled sincerely.

“I don’t know, I guess. It’s just that I’d prefer not to make friends with people who like me for all the wrong reasons, if you know what I mean,” he replied.

“I know what you mean all too well,” I retorted. We both turned to stare up the road, perfectly comfortable with the silence that lasted a couple minutes.

“Well, now that you know how much of a loser I am, tell me about what you like to do,” I replied. His expression showed embarrassment, but at what?

“I don’t have any activities outside of school at the moment but that’s because I just moved here recently. I started working at Starbucks two weeks ago, so when I’m not working I’m either cleaning or taking care of my family,” he replied indifferently. A hard worker I see. I don’t recall having any friends who’ve worked a day in their life.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty-one,” he answered flatly. At first I was surprised to hear his answer but before the feeling progressed anymore he started bursting into fits of laughter. It took him a moment to calm down. I don’t remember ever having to be so patient so as to NOT be angry with someone, nor do I remember ever having that patience for someone as well. He calmed down slightly.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see what you’d say, but you’re expression was priceless,” he continued giggling.

“That was not funny. You almost had me thinking about dialing the cops and reporting you as a pedophile,” I replied seriously. His expression slowly returned to a simple sly smile.

“How old do I look? Let’s see if you can guess it right,” he said.

“Hmm…I don’t know. Seventeen, eighteen?” I guessed. He couldn’t be any older.

“Actually…I’m sixteen but I’ll be turning seventeen in March,” he answered. He was a year younger than me and if I was correct he was only a sophomore. “Thing is, I skipped the 6th grade so I’m a junior.”

“Oooo…smarty pants,” I replied sarcastically. He chuckled softly.

“Not really. I have a theory that my teacher just hated me so much that she couldn’t bear having to deal with me for the rest of the year.”

“Well, I doubt that,” I replied thoughtfully. “Maybe you were a troublesome kid?” I said questioningly. His expression abruptly changed from relaxed and open to guarded and stiff.

“I guess you could say that,” he answered. He faced forward now. I couldn’t remember how long we’d been running for because I’d gotten so caught up in our conversation. The dull rumbling of cars passing by was more apparent now in the silence. I cursed myself silently. He was upset for a reason I couldn’t fathom.

“Where did you move from?” I asked trying to change the topic. His expression didn’t change.

“I came from San Diego, California,” he answered quietly. For some reason his body language told me this topic was too personal. It couldn’t be could it? Maybe he was just worn out from the running.

“Why did you move?” I asked, still staring at him. His expression became pained. I instantly regretted asking him the question.

“I’m sorry it seems I’m crossing some sort of personal boundaryline. You don’t have to answer,” I rushed out.

“No, it’s perfectly fine. It just…hurts to think about it,” he barely whispered. I waited for a few moments for him to speak again.

“About my family that is,” he said.

“What about your family?” I asked. I could see that he was getting really uncomfortable. He stopped all of a sudden so I followed. He didn’t seem out of breath but he was deliberating again.

“About a year ago, our home got caught in a forest fire. My parents and my twin brother died in their sleep. I was on a school trip to D.C.” he replied solemnly. I could feel my heart dropping, deep within my chest. Even though my parents and I weren’t very close, I had no idea what I’d do if I lost my family. I felt the urge to wrap my arms around him.

“I’m so sorry,” I replied quietly. He started walking but I took a step in front of him making him stop in his tracks. He refused to look up at me. I decided to be a little brave. I knew it wasn’t my conscience that was telling me what to do for once. This would be the first time in a very long time that I would make a move, entirely by my choice and entirely with my heart, no strings attached. It was also something that I wouldn’t do just for the sake of someone else, but to help myself as well.

I took another step towards him and wrapped my arms around him awkwardly, pulling him into an embrace. Hopefully he caught on that this was my attempt to comfort him as he did for me last night. He didn’t react at first but then he leaned his cheek onto the top of my head.

“I know, I am too. I miss them more and more everyday,” he replied sadly.

My face was so close to his chest, I managed to stay still as my heart went into hyperventilation mode. He smelled wonderful. There was no way to describe it without using the entire “beautiful” related section in the thesaurus. I could feel it intoxicating every part of my body, pulling me into this unearthly world. My fingers tingled and I could hear our hearts beating in unison. My ear was pressed against his chest, listening to it thunk at as fast a pace as mine was, beating like wildfire and ready to jump out of my chest. I pulled away a little too quickly shocked by the feelings that had just coursed through my body. He didn’t seem hurt by the sudden movement though-his expression was showed deliberation and… admiration? I decided maybe walking again would end the sudden discomfort. He followed shortly behind me.

“What was your family like?” I asked quietly. He giggled subtly, moving to my side.

“My parents were the most loving and kind people you could ever ask for. My mom, Esme, was the best cook you’d ever meet and my dad, Carlisle, worked as one of the doctors in the ER. My brother was like my best friend. We spent all our time with each other when he wasn’t at football practice or hanging out with friends. He was the star child of my family,” he added. “Not that I minded. He was very talented and he deserved all the credit in the world,” he finished, barely whispering. It was silent again for a few moments.

“Would you mind if we started jogging again?” I asked. He didn’t answer but started a slow jog. I followed along.

“I wish I knew what it was like to have siblings, I’m an only child,” I said, trying to make the conversation a little lighter. He smiled in return.

“They complete you in a way you know. Then again Ian was my twin. I’m not sure if that’s any different from other sibling relationships but ours was one of the best you could ask for. He was my other half, my partner in crime,” he chuckled. “He would have liked you,” he smiled. I was surprised at his sudden change in seriousness.

“And what makes you think that?” I asked secretly flattered.

“You’re easy to talk to and you know how to listen,” he answered.

“Well, I could say the same about you. I don’t remember the last time I just talked to someone about…anything at all with such ease,” I answered kindly. He wiped a breathtaking crooked smile across his face. I felt dazed for the moment and unable to form any coherent words. He looked forward squinting up ahead. We were getting closer to the plaza.

EPOV

“Race you to the finish line?” I asked in attempt to lighten up the mood. She seemed unsure and somewhat troubled for some reason.

“I didn’t mean to upset you all, if I did I’m sorry,” I told her quietly, stopping to face her.

“It’s okay, really. I’m fine. I should be asking you that question,” she replied.

“Yeah, I’m alright. That’s just the first time I’ve told that story to anyone except my foster mother,” I answered. She nodded her head in understanding at the same time looking hesitant to ask me something.

“Why is that?” she asked. “Why of all people did you tell me? I’m just wondering…I mean you barely even know me,” she finished. I thought hard about that for a second and I honestly wasn’t sure why. I could see that she sensed my inability to answer.

“Forget what I asked. I’m up for the race if you still want,” she smiled. Just what I needed, good competition to clear my head up.

“Alright, you ready for this?” I asked, over exaggerating my arms pumping up and down in the air. She giggled at my silly gesture. Next thing I knew she took off sprinting.

“CHEATER!” I yelled. “I didn’t even say go!” I added as I increased my speed trying to catch up with her.

“That shouldn’t matter!” she called back. “I’m a girl so you should be able to beat me even with the head start!” she called back laughing. If she hadn’t already noticed, she wasn’t like other girls. She beat me by a landslide, having the honor to break through the red ribbon at the finish line followed by a small applause from the people that stood by the parking lot. I followed her in a couple seconds afterwards. She walked up to me with a sly smile on her face. “I win,” she rubbed in my face.

“The only thing you won is the fastest cheater award,” I responded sarcastically. We walked towards the water fountains as another person crossed the finish line.

“Now that I think about it, you never told me how old you were,” I said nostalgically. She turned towards me and with her best but obviously fake serious voice, “twelve and a half.” She then started laughing giving away her act before I could let it sink in.

“Wow I don’t know why I’m bad at acting today,” she giggled.

“And you’re usually good at it?” I asked.

“Yes actually,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Well promise me you won’t use it on me please,” I asked quietly.

“Will do,” she replied. “But by the way, I’m seventeen, I turn eighteen in March as well.”

“Oh, on what day?” I asked.

“The 4th,” she replied.

“Well what a coincidence,” I laughed. Who would have thought?” We continued talking like this for about an hour as the waited for the rest of the contestants to cross the line. By now it was nearing 11 AM. Everyone had finished the relay and the judges were about to award the winners.

“Ditching early?” I asked her.

“Oh definitely,” she replied.