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Tragedies and Sins

Summary:
In an alternate universe, the Cullens are human. The beautiful boy that sits next to Bella in Biology is cold, hard, and not exactly friendly. He doesn't speak to her; she doesn't speak to him. These two human beings resort to minimum interaction with each other. And yet, she finds herself falling for the man that she knew never had a clue. Slighty OOC.


Notes:
Hey guys! This is Tragedies and Sins, my second fanfic. Read, review, enjoy!


3. Chapter 3: Flourescent Adolescent

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Bella’s PoV

I met Edward the summer before fifth grade. I had been best friends with Alice for a few short months, but Edward was always absent whenever I came to the Cullen residence. But when I was invited to spend three entire weeks with the Cullen’s in their private beach condo, I couldn’t avoid a run-in with the notorious Edward.

Surprise, surprise, Edward and I didn’t always hate each other. We actually got along quite swimmingly for the first couple of months. He would find me a real pretty shell on the beach everyday, and I would add it to my collection. I still have each and every shell he brought to me. In return, he would sit beside me right before we were shooed off to bed, and I would read to him a story. Every night the story would get longer, and I would enjoy his company more and more.

I think I fell in love with him that summer. The only thing I can remember about it was reading to him those stories, and watching him close his eyes, and smile.

I have no idea what happened to us.

Edward’s PoV

I woke up to the sun streaming in through the open window. Disoriented, I threw the covers away from my body, stretching out along the full length of the bed. Looking around, I realized that I fell asleep while reading, still in my clothes.

I absentmindedly scratched the stubble on my jaw while walking to my drawers. Not in the mood to get dressed again, I took off all my clothes from the day before, and put on a clean pair of boxers. Clad only in my sweatpants, I lazily clomped down the stairs to the kitchen. The overhead light was much brighter than the dim lighting in the hallway. Squinting my eyes against it, I walked into the room and spotted a note, addressed to me, tacked to the corkboard hanging next to the coffee pot.

Shuffling over to it, I tore it off the board. Grabbing the cup of coffee my mom had routinely set out for me, I went and sat down at the bar while peering at the note through half opened eyes. I sighed, reaching for the pair of glasses on the counter. I knew I wasn’t exactly the geekiest kid in school, but glasses weren’t exactly going to help me on a social scale. Contacts were a point of vanity for me.

I read through the note quickly. It said:

Morning Edward!

I went for a run with Rosalie. There are some muffins in the Tupperware container on the counter next to the microwave. Don’t worry; I added extra chocolate chips, just how you like it. ;) By the way, Bella mentioned something about an unfinished conversation between the two of you. ? Care to explain? If you need to talk to her about it, she’s staying at home today to finish up some chores, and Charlie’s at work today.

Good luck.

Love you,

Alice :)

I smirked at the entire note as a whole. Alice always knew how to cheer me up, even while irritating me to no end. However, I wasn’t too pleased that she conversed with Bella about our private conversation. I suppose nothing was ever private with Alice around. I reached for the muffins on the counter, and quickly scarfed one down before heading off to visit the dresser in my room.

Taking my time on the stairs, I decided to do something on a whim. I told myself that for once, I would follow Alice’s advice, and leave for Bella’s in the next fifteen minutes or so. I wasn’t going to allow myself time to change my mind.

Never before had I ever thought, or even cared, about how I was going to be dressed. But it wasn’t as if I was just going to hang out at Jaspers house, or I was going out to some majorly fancy and profligate dinner. I finally decided on a pair of very dark wash jeans that Alice referred to as ‘form-fitting,’ but I referred to as ‘extremely tight,’ and a plain gray crew neck shirt. Looking in the mirror that I hardly ever used, I ran my right hand through my hair, and smoothed down my slightly wrinkled shirt.

I raced down the stairs, grabbed a hoodie and my keys from the foyer table, and booked it out of there. When I reached the garage, I slipped into the Volvo and started the car. I relaxed into the slightly worn leather seat, listening to the familiar purr of the engine. It somehow calmed me a bit, and I took a big breath before going to face my fears.

After driving down the long, winding drive, I turned left on the road, following the eerily familiar way to the Swan residence. After years of dropping my spoiled sister off for slumber parties galore, I wasn’t surprised that I didn’t even need to think of the way to get there.

Just a few turns before Bella’s road came into view, I started thinking about what I was about to do. How weird would it be for you best friend’s brother to randomly show up at your doorstep on a Saturday morning? I hated mental rhetorical questions.

I hesitated over the brake pedal, wondering if I should pull a driveway turn around, and abort the mission. Rolling to a stop at the closest stop sign, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the first speed dial.

Alice picked up on the second ring.

“Edward! Are you-?”

“Alice. I’m a couple blocks away from Bella’s house. I really don’t know why I’m even doing this. She’s going to think I’m some freaking stalker who shows up randomly at her house.”

“Well, Edward. I’m glad you actually had the balls to get in the car. I’m disappointed in you though. Bella’s not like all your girl play toys at school, Ed. She’s kind. She would accept your apology.”

“I know that Alice. I wouldn’t love her if she was like all them. And who said I was going to apologize? I don’t think I have anything to apologize for.”

There was a pause, and I was about to just say ‘Forget it, I’m going home,’ when Alice spoke again.

“That’s the first time you’ve admitted outright that you love her.”

“It’s not like you didn’t know it. Just drop it, okay? And you never told me why I needed to apologize.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You two were best friends for like, a year. Then you go all ape-shit and just fucking ignore her. You have a lot to apologize for.”

“What do I say to her when she answers the door?”

“Tell me honestly how you feel about her.”

“Alice…”

“I’m waiting.”

I hesitated a bit, but then thought, ‘What the hell.’

“She’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love her, Alice.”

“Then tell her.”

I heard the snap of her phone closing, then the beeping that alerted me that she had hung up. I sighed. This wasn’t going to be an easy thing.

Bella’s PoV

I didn’t sleep at all last night. I was constantly thinking about that short conversation with Edward. I absolutely abhorred how my voice was so obviously bitter and full of pure anger when I spoke yesterday. I promised myself to never speak to anyone I loved in such a tone, and I had broken that promise.

My dad, being Charlie, had left for work long ago, in the wee hours of the morning, so I had the house to myself for a while. Dressed in my boy short panties and my comfiest sports bra, I danced down the kitchen singing quite loudly. I prepared myself a nice breakfast consisting of a pear and some cereal, and sat down to eat.

Still singing at the very apex of my lungs, I gobbled down my breakfast. When finished, I glanced up, only to see a very tall man standing in the doorway. I jumped up, and braced my throat to yell, but when I focused my eyes, it was Edward.

Why was he here?

Ugh.

Alice.