Life is Beautiful
After a tragic accident that lands a free-spirited Bella Swan into the local foster care system, what will happen when the Cullens decide to adopt her and their lives as they knew them begin to shatter? AU. AH.
Genre: Angst/Romance/Hurt&Comfort (With the possibility of some humor)
Category: Alternate Universe-All Human
Rating: T / PG-13
Shippings: EdxB, JxA, EmxR, CxEs
Summary: After a tragic accident that lands a free-spirited Bella Swan into the local foster care system, what will happen when the Cullens decide to adopt her and their lives as they knew them begin to shatter? AU. AH.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
2. Noes Goes
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Three light taps on Andrea’s front door informed us that the pizza was here. My index finger flew to my nose before the deliverer could knock a fourth time, as did three other people’s fingers.
“I was first!” I exclaimed, settling back into the sofa, gleeful that I wouldn’t be getting up any time soon.
“Andrea.” Rachel and Nick said simultaneously their voices serious as they scooted closer to the backsides of the chairs they were sitting in.
Andrea groaned. “Why is it always me?” she mumbled so softly that if I had not been sitting right beside her I would not have heard it. She slowly rose and shuffled her way to the front door, grabbing the wad of cash off the end table on her way there.
“She always loses doesn’t she?” Nick asked, propping his feet up on the footrest.
I nodded, “She really does.”
“You’d think she’d have better reflexes by now, wouldn’t you?” Rachel added.
We nodded, ending the conversation as Andrea walked back into her living room, two pizza boxes balanced in one hand, a smaller rectangle box dangling in the other. She slid the boxes onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat back down on the cushion next to me. “One large ham and pineapple, one large three meat, one box of cheese sticks.” She announced flipping a box open and snatching apiece filled with meat out.
“mmmm.” She moaned before taking another bite.
I quickly looked over at Nick who was staring directly at me. My gaze flickered over to the box of cheese sticks and back at him. My hand darted out before I could think grabbing the box as quickly as humanly possible and holding it to my chest as I caught my breath.
Nick groaned. “Come on, you can’t eat them all.” His lip jutted out into a pout and he held out one hand, clearly expecting me to offer one up to him.
I rolled my eyes before opening the box on my lap, breaking apart half of the bread before handing the rest and the box to Nick.
“What about the rest of us?” Andrea complained, taking another bite of her pizza.
“Tough luck.” Nick said, ripping a piece off his half and stuffing it in his mouth. “Man is it good though.”
Andrea glared at him, yanking the crust off her piece and taking a large bite of it while Rachel and I watched the exchange, laughing.
“You could just ask us for some, you do know that right?” I asked as I peeled the cheese off one strip of my half.
She perked up and turned her attention to me. “Really?”
I took a bite of the cheese-less piece and nodded.
“Oh. Well than can I have a piece?” she asked, hopeful.
I shook my head. “Not good enough.” I took another bite, moaned, than took another to keep the smirk off my face at her expression.
“Fine then. Oh gracious beautiful bi-person, may I have a piece of your cheese bread?” she asked, her teeth gritted.
I shrugged and ripped off a strip. “Could use some work, but here.”
Andrea took a large bite of it before turning back to me. “Thanks” she said, giving me a good view of the half-chewed bread in her mouth.
I shut my eyes tightly. “And you think I’m the guy?” I asked, incredulously, bringing my own piece up to my mouth to take a bite.
Before she could answer, Rachel chimed in. “Hey, where are we staying tonight?”
I swallowed and opened my eyes to look at my friends. “We stayed at my place last time, and Tommy has Danny over…” I trailed off as they nodded needed no further explanation.
“Nick’s room smells.” Andrea blurted.
Nick glared. “I’m a guy. They’re man odors. It’s supposed to smell like that.” He defended, much to our amusement.
“My parents are in Los Angeles, we could all go to my place if you want.” Rachel offered, ignoring Nick’s comment.
I shrugged, willing to go along with anything just as long as it got me out of my house for the night. “I need to get clothes and all at my house though.”
“Same here.” Nick said, leaning over to take yet another piece of pizza.
After a moment of silence, Andrea spoke. “How ‘bout this. When we’re done eating our weight in pizza, I’ll drive us to each other houses to get what we all need and then we can stop at the store, get ice cream, and crash at Rachel’s?”
I smiled. “Works for me.”
The truck turned into my neighborhood, the lights on the sides of the streets illuminating the inside of it. “You have five minutes before we leave.” Andrea said, half teasing half-serious, as we got closer to my street.
“Got it.” I replied while unbuckling my seat belt as we turned onto my street, lights immediately flashing in our eyes. “What’s that?” I asked, sitting up on my knees to peer around the back of Andrea’s seat.
“I-I don’t know. It looks like police cars or something.” Andrea said, slowing the truck slightly as we approached the flashing lights.
“There’s a fire truck too.” Nick added as we stopped.
People were crowded in the streets, most of them holding onto their kids, clad in pajamas and robes. Some had their hand on their mouths, some were just staring, others examined through their windows. I couldn’t see my house over the fire-trucks, police cars, ambulances and people.
“I guess old man Robinson finally hit the hay.” Nick teased as Andrea tried to work her way through the crowd as respectfully as possible.
As we got closer, Rachel gasped. “I don’t think it’s old man-”
I couldn’t hear the rest of what she had to say as my house came into view. Flames were engulfing it; some firefighters were spraying it with water as others ran in groups inside of it. I yanked open the truck door, it still in motion, and jumped out. The only thing I was looking at was the stretcher being loaded into the ambulance, a small white figure on top of it.
Vaguely I could hear people shouting my name in the background as I sprinted towards my house, my hands shaking at my sides. I shoved people aside without caring who they were, I yelled at people to move as I weaved my way through the crowds, and yet I didn’t care.
I stopped at the stretcher only for a moment, my attention back on the house. The only thing I could see was my once beautiful brick house engulfed in flames and the firefighters trying to put it out. Not the body bag on the stretcher that was most likely someone in my family, not the crowds around me or my friends shouting my name, the house was what caught my attention. It was the place I had grown up in, the place I was nearly born in, most likely conceived in it. I remembered all the events that happen in that house and now it was barely anything more but a burnt shack.
“Yes sir. Male. 48 inches. 9 years. Roughly 80 lbs.” Someone said and my body went cold. Tommy. “Second floor. Over.” They added, almost as an afterthought.
Before I could think about the consequences or how this could potentially kill me, I ran into the house, past the yelling firefighters and bystanders trying to put out the fire. As I was about to get to the front of the house I felt strong arms wrap around my middle.
I squirmed. “Get off me!” I shouted kicking my feet and flaying my arms around in a futile attempt to get away from the person. “Tommy! You have to get Tommy! I have to get Tommy!” I yelled moving even more despite my tired body’s protests. I didn’t care, though. My little brother was still in that house and there was no way in hell I was losing him.
“Shh. Calm down, miss. You’re fine.” The person, clearly male, said into my ear, still trying to hold me still, something he was doing surprisingly well. This made me thrash even harder.
He didn’t get it.
“I don’t give a damn about me. My little brother’s in there and you’ve got to let me get him!” I nearly growled at him, my limbs starting to weaken from the constant movements.
As I was about to give the man a sturdy kick in the groin, a burst of flames went through the house. Windows that hadn’t broken yet went to shambles, the roof collapsed onto the second floor, causing the walls to fold into themselves.
“No!” I shouted, a new burst of energy running through me as I saw my house go to shambles, my innocent little brother somewhere within them.
The man began to move me further away from the house, as another one came up beside us to yank the shoes off my feet. I hadn’t noticed the tops of them catch aflame. The two of them managed to get my body away from the house and closer to the paramedics.
It didn’t stop my fighting though. I continued to thrash and kick and scream for them to let me go, but they wouldn’t. There were more of them and they were much stronger than I was. I had to keep fighting though. I had to try to save my brother, even if my house had already collapsed. He couldn’t be dead yet. He was a fighter; surely he was still alive, right? I had to believe that the answer was yes when it clearly couldn’t be. I couldn’t give up hope.