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You Say You Want A Revolution...

Summary:
In 1775, Bostonians awoke to Paul Revere's Midnight Ride. "The British are coming, the British are coming!" And they truly were. When Lieutenant Masen, fighting on the side of the British, arrives at Bella's doorstep as part of the Quartering Act, their fates crash, and problems ensue. Their strictly relationship as dwellers turn into a troubled and complicated love life. Their intertwined fates become one, and romance takes over. Who knew history could be so entertaining? All Human, with a few surprises in store. Starts late-winter 1775. CHAPTER FOUR WILL BE UPLOADED SOON! :)bannefffr.jpg picture by samara_c_2007 Banner made entirely by me! :D -I will start updating soon!


Notes:
NOTE: This is historical fiction, and will have a heavy dose of history, so in your reviews, tell me if you like history or not, and depending on the opinions, I will see if I will have lots or little history in this :D


2. Assignment

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I stood blankly at the door, waiting for either the world to combust or a reasonable explanation for the soldier at my doorstep. His eyes held the curious words he would soon ask.
“Are there any rooms available, ma’am?” The hazing in my mind recovered by a small amount when his words registered.

“Pardon?” My question seemed only appropriate at the moment. Why would he ask about rooms?

“Rooms, ma’am. As in, an appropriate place to sleep in, dwell, live in…?” His rare accent still overshadowed his tone, the tone of irritation, or perhaps frustration. My slight hesitation resulted in a rolling of his eyes, and his hand going through the unkempt rumple of hair he had.

“Sorry to have bothered you on this fine, fine afternoon, ma’am. I apologize, I realize you must not have any more living space. Good day.” Before I could realize that he was walking away, it came to me…

I picked up the weekly newsletter delivered by Tom and stared blankly at it, as always. But something in the headline caught my eye:

CITIZENS TO QUARTER SOLDIERS!

“…regardless if it’s the Continental Army or the British troops…”

“… citizens must now house, feed, and ensure the comfort of millions of troops…”
WARNING: This could be you.”

In milliseconds, astonished by the realization, I walked out my house to reach the soldier. He walked with a slight limp to his right leg, something only a bit noticeable.

“Officer!” I exclaimed, out of breath, when I caught up with him by a few inches. He slowed down, and eventually turned his full attention to me. He opened his lips, but no words came out. Warily, I took the chance to ask if of his position.

“Sir, if I may, what is your position?” His face went from a previous open sight to a taut and cold one. “I am Lieutenant Masen, ma’am.” By this point, I realized we hadn’t shared proper greetings. “Oh, Lieutenant Masen, forgive me, my name is Isabella Swan.” He began nodding before I let him know my name. “I’ve been told, Ms. Swan.”

I raised an eyebrow in suspicion and wondered as to why he’d know my name. “You must be thinking why I know your name, ma’am. Trust me when I say I’m not a trailer, I haven’t been following you around, trust me.”

“Then, why—”

“—I was assigned to your dwelling, ma’am.” A little too fast, perhaps? “You see, the British government recently passed the Quartering Act—”

“—yes, I know all about it, but you were assigned here? To my home?” That hadn’t been in the newsletter.

“That’s correct, ma’am, assigned.” The slight tone he kept using on ma’am made me realize that he thought I was married. Realizing the busy workday was about to start for many, I looked around to see a few people pointing and staring at Lt. Masen and I. I hid my face from view, and understood why they would be talk and point so suddenly. I could hear Lt. Masen becoming very impatient with me, and made my decision.

“Lieutenant, why don’t you come back into my home so we can discuss this in more detail?” I meant it as a question, but guessing he took it as a statement, he followed me wordlessly back into my home.

After shutting the door and starting a small fire in the chimney, I sat in front of the lieutenant while a tray of cookies and tea sat between us.

“So, Mrs. Swan—”

“—Oh, it’s Ms.”

Ms. Swan, if I may, these are the assignment papers which were handed to me by the city hall when I arrived here in Boston. They gave me this address, and said I was to be stationed here for the maximum of five months.” He handed me a few sheets of paper, sealed of course, that stated everything. I only skimmed the page before returning them to him.

“Now that you’ve been informed on it all, Ms. Swan, I’m afraid I’m going to have to settle here.” I simply nodded at his statement, not question, and felt confused. Confused on how this would turn out, confused on how my family would react, but most importantly, confused about Lieutenant Masen.

I brushed those thoughts away and offered him a shy smile, only to receive a beautiful crooked smile that reached his eyes in return. In my mind I thought, What’s the worst that could happen?