Crack Of Dawn
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There, stood at my door, had to be the hottest guy alive. He wore a blue short-sleeved t-shirt that fitted his muscles perfectly, baggy black jeans, a crooked smile playing beautifully on his face.
Bella Swan's father has just kicked her off to boarding school, where she meets her old friend and a completely new friend.
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Okay, so I've read a few fanfics that have Bella and Edward meeting differently and with different personalities so I though I'd give it a go.
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“Can you swim?” I asked. Of course he is gonna say –
“Sure I can!” he claimed.
“What about in currents? I ain’t got my lifesaver badge or whatever so I can’t save you and all,” I said, holding my hands up. Not that I’d actually want to save him.
“Can I do this or not?” he demanded.
“Touch-y. And I’m not sure now,” I said, turning back to my kite.
“Please?” he asked. I smiled but I wiped it off before I turned back to him.
“I’ll think about it,” I said.
“Oh c’mon!” he shouted. I pursed my lips.
“Can I do it today please?” he asked. And me being the idiot I was said –
“Sure,” I said.
I walked up to him and ruffling his hair like he was a little kid. He tensed under my touch and when I walked away, I’m pretty sure he was sorting his hair out.
I grabbed the board back out of the van and walked over to where the harness of the kite was.
“So what do I do?” Mike asked. I bent down to my kite and felt Mike behind me. I sighed at how much Mike was going to enjoy this.
Or hate it.
It’s like marmite.
You either love, or you hate. There isn’t really any ‘in between’ stuff.
“You do nothing but stand on the board. I’m going to help you with this,” I said, checking the strings weren’t tangled.
Unfortunately, they weren’t.
Why was I letting Mike on my board?
Oh yeah, because I had to be too nice and had to let him on!
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I strapped myself in to the harness and pulled on the strings, causing the kite to go up into the air.
“Wow, how do you do that?” asked Eric. I shrugged.
“Practice, I guess,” I mumbled. I grabbed the board and walked down the beach again. I heard Mike following. I felt the kite pulling harder as if saying this was a bad idea. I wish I could back out that’s one thing Tornadoes don’t do. We never back out. Ever.
I dropped the board onto the edge of the sea.
“Get on the board and don’t touch the strings, they can slice your podgy fingers off,” I ordered. Mike obeyed, wobblingly slightly, making me have to stifle a laugh.
I jumped onto the board, causing Mike to wobble even more. I couldn’t hold it and I accidentally let a laugh escape my lips. I pressed my lips together, trying to stop myself again.
“Just hold onto me,” I told him.
“Whoo!” I screamed as I let the kite pull us up into the air.
What the hell was Mike trying to do?
Force all the air out of my stomach and squeeze me to death?
Or just make me go deaf from his half-shouting, half-screaming down my ear?
“Shut up, Mike!” I shouted in his face, as we descended, spinning. We landed smoothly and I lent back, letting my hand go in the water, causing Mike to squirm.
“Mike. Stop it!” I shouted at him.
“Don’t do that!” he shouted back. I smiled.
“What? Stuff like this?” I asked as I pulled on the kite, pulling us higher and higher into the air.
“Yes, yes. STOP IT!” he screamed.
He let go!
“Newton!” I screamed in anger and rage.
How the hell l am I going to land?
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