Late at night when no one is watching, when no one can see, they share their deepest secrets with each other. Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan are total opposites, they aren't really even friends, but they trust one another for reasons that neither one can explain. He has told her things that no one else does or will ever know! She knows how he is, the things he does and why he does them...but she just wants him to see the beautiful soul he possesses. While she watches him spiral out of control she wants nothing more than to save him! But in order to save someone that person has to want to be saved..He is stubborn and can't see the truth about himself..he just wants the pain to end..can she make a difference before it's to late?
Okay guys this is my very first attempt at fan fic! I usually stick to poetry but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head so I started writing a one-shot and it just got more and more out of hand, so i decided to do a longer story. Once the story spun itself out of control i had to go with it! I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for reading Oh and just incase you don't already know: I own nothing but the plot and my OC! All else belongs to Stephenie Meyer! No copyright infringement is intended!
1. Chapter 1: The Midnight Hour
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I sat in the dark living room, the chords of Claire De Lune flowing softly in my ears. I was coming down...feeling the effects of the drugs slowly slip away. I glanced around Matt's living room taking in the very familiar scene. It was amazing to me the difference light and dark can have on your surroundings. Having spent much of the last three years staying at Matt's house I have seen this room in both daylight and in the blackness of the night. I can honestly say that I prefer the dark.
In the pale moonlight that flooded in the window from the foyer I saw her at the bottom of the stairs. I watched as she walked towards me and placed herself to right of me on the love seat I was occupying. She had her ipod in her hand and she held it out to me. I took it with one hand as I yanked the earphones of mine out of my ears with the other. I placed mine in her waiting hand and looked up to meet her eyes. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"I added some new songs, that's what took me so long, sorry" she whispered.
"No big deal Bella, you don't have to come down here just because I do" I whispered a little too harshly.
As soon as the words left my mouth in that tone I mentally cursed myself. I had to constantly remind myself that Bella is a sensitive person. The girls I usually hang around with are total bitches and have no real feelings, but she is different. I watched as her face fell slightly and she blushed.
"Oh sorry if I'm bothering you, I'll go...she started but I cut her off.
"I didn't mean it like that Bella. I like talking to you. You...you don't judge me. I think that's why I can share so much with you. Just as long as you keep it to yourself."
"I will Edward." And I knew she would.
I had only ever seen her talk to two other people outside of her family and myself, those people being Angela Weber and Jacob Black. Neither of which is into gossip. They had never fit in, never been part of a group, but they don't seem to mind.
I watched as she placed the earphones in her ears and started scrolling through my play list. I copied her motions and turned my eyes to the screen scrolling through her play list as well. She had good taste in music, a little bit of classical, pop, oldies, classic rock, and even a little rap...hmm didn't see that coming. I guess she's not always as predictable as I thought.
Bella and I have been hanging out like this for two years now. I've known her for three, but never really spoke to her the first year. Just a "hey" when I would see her around the house or the usual. "Thanks for dinner" and damn can that girl cook. She has been the chef of the house since she was young because her parents are always traveling for business and shit.
I wouldn't know her at all if I weren't best friends with her older brother Matt. We met three years ago at school and hit it off right away. Probably because we were into a lot of the same things. Drinking, drugs and girls. Although the reasoning behind it is very different for each of us. He did them because he wanted to have some fun. There weren't really any other reasons for him, he had a good life. His parents were still together and they loved him and Bella. They had money, a nice house and cars.
Me, well I did it to ease the pain. All the pain and hate I have pent up inside myself. Of course I say that it's for fun, I put on a show every day. I can't let anyone know the truth so I keep the charade up day after day, I'm the bad ass, the bully. The guy no one dares to fuck with, the one all the girls want! I have to be this guy, if they knew the truth, I would lose their respect. I would be a loser, an outcast, and I can't let that happen. I've always been very careful.
But two years ago while spending the night at Matt's house as I often do, she caught me. I was sitting downstairs in the dark listening to classical music. When my eyes met hers that night I expected to see her smirk or start laughing at me, the tough guy listening to pussy music. But instead she dropped her head and blushed furiously.
"Sorry" she whispered.
"I came down for a drink and heard the music, I...she shook her head slightly abandoning her sentence.
"I'm sorry for bothering you, I'll go" she said as she turned for the stairs.
"Bella, you don't have to go" I whispered.
I'm not sure what was going through my mind that made me say the words, but a part of me wanted her there. I needed someone to be with me in that moment, and to my surprise she stayed. That was the first night we hung out.
The next day at school she smiled at me in the courtyard in between classes, but I just brushed by her without returning the smile. I couldn't give up my reputation because we hung out once. I would have to let her know that, explain things to her. She had to know she's not allowed to tell anyone anything that we talk about. We had that conversation later that night. She was very understanding, although at the time I saw hurt flash briefly in her eyes. Though I was so high at the time I don't know if it was real or if it was my own guilt playing tricks on me.
Ever since then we would wait til Matt passed out and then we would hang out. We would sit downstairs and talk about anything and everything, music, movies, books. Just simple conversations. But she doesn't judge me and I don't judge her.
Bella is the quiet type, but she's very smart. She doesn't play into high school bullshit and I definitely respect her more for that. She doesn't care what people think. She's never worn a lot of makeup when most girls I know have it caked on. Oh, and her hair, which is always in a ponytail is it's natural color. Even though it's a big contrast to her pale skin. I've heard some of the other girls tease her because she doesn't go tanning, but she is happy the way she is so why bother? Besides, it suits her.
WE sat for an hour in silence, each listening to the others ipod. I h ad my eyes closed letting the music take me away until I felt weight on my shoulder. My eyes shot open at the unexpected sensation to see Bella had fallen asleep next to me. Her head was laying to the side resting against me.
I was torn, I wanted to wake her up, but then again I didn't. Apart from our hands grazing to exchange items I had never really touched Bella and it was different than any other feeling I had ever had before. Even though she was asleep and totally unaware of the contact it still felt nice to have someone touch me without just being the main emotion behind it. It was innocent, just like Bella.
I let her rest there for another thirty minutes until I felt my eyelids get heavy. Knowing it would not be good if Matt woke up to find Bella and I together on the couch, I decided it was time to call it a night. I turned towards her and gently nudged her shoulder.
"Bella, Bella wake up."
Instead of waking up she muttered something I couldn't hear because of the earphones and then she took a deep breath. I took the earphones out and turned the ipod off, setting it on the table, and then turned my body more towards hers.
"Hey, get up" I said shaking her a bit.
Her eyes finally fluttered open and she sat up quickly, turning her face away to hide the blush I knew was there on her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry Edward, I didn't mean..." she began.
"It's not a big deal, Bella, no harm done. You shouldn't apologize so damn much."
She smiled and her blush deepened.
"Guess I should get to bed, goodnight Edward."
"Night" I replied as she stood and headed for the stairs leaving my ipod on the love seat where she had been.