...where all but three-or-so people will read it. I couldn't bear the embarrassment of 1000+ people reading it, and thankfully, I don't have that many viewers on here. Yeeeeeee!
By the way, there are typos in the story, but if you're smart (and I'm sure you all are to some extent) you'll decipher it. I don't feel like editing the story, because if I do, I'll end up rewriting it, and then I'd have to post it on FF.net, and then I'd be labeled a loser by my peers. How embarrassing.
"Breathless" - and Edward/Bella song-fic
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She stared up at the bland ceiling and sighed one of the biggest sighs of the day. Bella found the austereness of her room exceptionably boring and lonely today—Charlie was at work “keeping the peace”, and today was one of the few choice lonely days that Edward was away from her to quench his thirsts on mountain lions. She inhaled a deep breath for the billionth time on that Saturday. Bella inadvertently turned her head to look out of the window to see if the forecast was anything new from earlier that morning, and undoubtably, it was still pouring the same buckets of water—much like every other day there in her newly welcomed hometown.
Good ole Forks...
She didn’t remember how long she had been laying there on the bed; to tell the truth, Bella didn’t really give a care on how long. Any day without Edward near her was always too long for her to handle. She sighed again.
Bella didn’t do much after she had woken up and found that he wasn’t laying next to her like he always did. She had then gotten up to do her morning rituals with a sulk: wash her face, brush her hair, brush her teeth, eat her everyday cold cereal, etc...
She turned her head back to gaze at the ceiling. Earlier, she had tried to do her weekend homework to pass up the time that mocked her, but a good hefty pile of highschool curriculum only gets a person so far until their brain starts to shrivel up. Her thoughts were never on the homework to begin with anyway. Then Bella tried reading—which worked as much as the homework. To her state of mind, the pages were just a blank white, like the white pigment of his cold pale skin. So, she skipped the reading. TV? Not one single bit—that option failed horribly to Bella’s disdain. Sports were obviously not her thing, so ESPN was out in one click. Animal Planet annoyed her greatly since they were airing a two-and-a-half hour special series on the vampire bat and its interesting eating habits and habitats. Click. The History Channel had irritated her even more. Count Dracula and a tour of his magnificent castle was not something she really wanted to see at the moment. Every channel on that television in her and Charlie’s livingroom, and basically everything that she looked at and thought about, reminded her of Edward Cullen.
Besides, Dracula’s castle can’t top Edward’s house anyway, even if he had a shiny silver Volvo in his driveway.
Desperately, she even turned on the computer to, after checking her empty inbox for any sign of Renée, surf the sluggish web. That came out to no avail whatsoever. She had cleaned out her history on her internet browser and saw the link that she had looked up about vampires so long ago, which made her quickly turn the old modem off with a scowl. Afterwards, she had looked at the clock to see what time it was and how much time she had deliberately tried to kill—it had only been thirty-two and one half minutes of “chronologic killage”. Her day was nothing but vampires, vampires, vampires, but the real vampire wasn’t even there to be with her. So, she ended up deciding on just laying on her bed and staring at the ceiling.
And so there she was. Laying on her quilt and her head sunk into the cotton of the pillow she slept on every night. Bella felt restless and wanted to do something, anything to take her mind off Edward. Take her truck and drive out of town and back, go scrape her knees climbing rocks or something conspicuously stupid like that. But, Edward had told her the day before to not do anything that will get her in trouble and/or hurt. There was extra emphasis as he told her since he had actually said: “trouble and slash or hurt”. Trouble was tied on her like a leash, so she had decided to just stay inside for the day—it was raining of course. She sighed once again.
Like always, anyway...
Bella underestimated her decision greatly, though. It was extremely boring waiting for him to come back, and now she was paying for it. She would rather go through the lecture Edward would of gave her for doing something somewhat recreational (yet irrational) then wasting a day inside an empty stuffy house with no one to talk to but the ceiling she was apparently having a date with. To discourse her thoughts she pondered on Edward’s expression if she was to tell him that she cheated on him (without telling him that it was with the ceiling) whenever he left her to replenish on his “energy drinks”. She raised an eyebrow with mock humor at how idiotic that sounded in her head, yet snickered. No pun intended. [I re-read this, and I have no freaking clue what the pun was. Please, anybody, enlighten me and my thoughts of freshman's past...]
Well I could call Jessica or something...wait, no, she said she had to go to Port Angeles...I should of told her I could of came with her. But then she would just want to talk about...things that I don’t want to talk about...Angela...?
Then, Bella lazily spotted the CD player she had on her desk. That highly mundane instant glance sparked her interest and she got up with a new energized spirit within her clumsy stride. Pushing the eject button, the last CD she had listened to, the one that Phil had given her, protruded out of the disk opening. She had listened to that CD over eight times now, and the screamo was starting to get repetitive. That quick thought of Phil gave Bella a quick thought of Renée, and those two quick thoughts sent a psychological reminiscence domino effect to an old box under Bella’s bed that she had failed to open when she had gotten to Forks.
She raised an eyebrow. “Hmm...”
Placing the CD Phil had given her upside-down on her desk, Bella walked back to her bed and kneeled down to rummage under it. Finding what she was looking for behind her duffle bag—the one that held the pepper spray—Bella slid the box out. A thick blanket of dark gray dust was covered over the top exterior of the cardboard box. Indiscretion within her actions, she swiped the dust off with a hand, and after about six whole minutes of choking, sneezing, and rubbing her eyes of dirt, skin, and grime particles, she finally got the box open. But before uncovering what was inside, she jumped up and opened her window for fresh air—then she got back to her current time-killer obsession.
About twenty or so of Bella’s old CDs were in it. Some of them she hadn’t even seen in around seven years—she was appalled by the variety. When she was younger it seemed that she had listened to just about every genre in music. Rock, pop, alternative, hip-hop, classical orchestra...and even some country.
She shuddered.
...Country...
Her hands and eyes scanned through the box, intrigued by the assortments of her young taste in music.
Oh, I actually had this CD? Wow...I hadn’t heard this song in a while—No way! I’ve been trying to find this in like forever!
One CD at the moment however caught her eye instantly as it laid face down in the box. She picked it up and looked at the cover. Three girls and a guy were on it and she read the band and album name—The Corrs: In Blue. Curious, she took the compact disk out of the hard plastic cover and pushed it into the player. Sitting down on her computer chair, the first track started to play, and memories of her childhood were coming back to her. After about three minutes the years-old song finished and the second track started up. Bella’s heart began to beat fast as the music started humming through the CD player—she remembered that song—she had absolutely, positively, loved that song.
The main singer’s voice rang with the first verses of the melodic lyrics and Bella smiled. She remembered the title. Breathless. The chorus came up and Bella started to tap her fingers with the rhythm of the music on her knee. Her head started to slightly bob back and forth as she got the beat down. The sounds of her foot tapping the floor echoed the once extremely silent room.
And before she knew it, the song had ended and track three started to begin. Disappointed that her journey through the vicarious beat was suddenly gone, she selfishly reached over to push the “back” button. The song started up again, and Bella put it on repeat. She figured that it might kill the old CD, but she could just go to town and buy a new one—she didn’t want to pass up the moment. She turned the player up with a big smile.
Getting up, Bella walked back over to her bed with new pep to her step. Happily plopping down, she sat cross-legged on her old quilt. She seeped in the lyrics like a dry sponge in water. And one word after another, her mind drifted off, and she started reminiscing about her childhood.
Go on, go on
Leave me breathless...
Come on...
Come on...
She remembered how catchy the sound was when it first came out, and how lucky she felt when Reneé had bought the CD for her. Bella would listen to this song over and over and over again in her car as Renée drove...
The daylight’s fading slowly
But time with you is standing still
I’m waiting for you only
The slightest touch and I feel weak
She throughly remembered the music video for this song, so rightly called Breathless. The only reason why was because the lead singer looked like one of Bella’s old best friends’ moms. She wondered how they were doing at that very moment...how the family was...if she still had their phone number after all of the years...
I cannot lie, from you I cannot hide
And I’m losing the will to try
Can’t hide it, can’t fight it
So go on, go on
Friends she had...friends she had made. All of the memories came rushing to Bella’s mind...washing over her and drowning her with the warmth of memory...
Come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me
Till I can’t deny this
Love and feeling
Her new classes, new teachers. Math, English, and the evil Physical Education class that Bella thought she would never have to deal with again...
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on
Yeah...
Come on
Science...her new classmates...her new lab partner...
Yeah...
Edward...
And if there’s no tomorrow,
and all we have is here and now
I’m happy just to have you,
You’re all the love I need some how
He was all of the love she needed. She was happy to have him, yet “happy” didn’t define any of her feelings. It couldn’t define her feelings—glad, ecstatic, overjoyed. All of the synonyms of “happy” mixed in one. And even if there wasn’t a tomorrow for her, with him, all time stopped. His love almost killed her, in a literal sense. She had to remember that breath was vital, yet he always left her breathless. Every time she looked at him, kissed him. And every time he kissed her, holding his control with an effort straining his whole being not to bite her. The soft feathery coldness of his lips on her neck...left her breathless. Edward probably wouldn’t like the way she was portraying that song about him. He didn’t want her to not have another tomorrow, to not be forever seventeen like him...
It’s like a dream
Although I’m not asleep
And I never want to wake up,
don’t lose it, don’t leave it...
He was constantly in her dreams. Even when she was awake he still felt like a dream. His ice-cold touch dulled her senses almost every time he brushed her skin, and held her in his arms. Even the slightest touch left her on ends, left her the weakest that she had ever been in her life. Bella loved it, she never wanted to wake from it. She never wanted him to leave her...
So go on, go on
Come on...
Leave me breathless,
tempt me, tease me
Till I can’t deny this
Love and feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on
Breathless...tempting her with his lips, teasing her with the innocent brush with his cold finger tips. Always breathless... He always left her wanting, longing desperately for more. It was an addiction, his love, his touch, his voice. Bella couldn’t deny it. It was too hard not to. She needed him so much some times; it was so hard. She needed him like lungs needed air. But she was breathless.
Yeah...
Come on, come on
I’m not gonna lie,
from you I cannot hide
And I’ve lost my will to try
Can’t hide it, can’t fight it
It was true. She couldn’t hide from him. If she wanted to she couldn’t. Bella probably lost that last shred of will the first time she had seen him. His gorgeous face, his unruly, glossy sleek bronze hair. His piercing eyes, and pale white skin. The mysterious beauty that wouldn’t leave her thoughts. Why would she want to fight and hide from it anyway?
A cold gust of freezing cold wind blew through Bella’s room; she was laying back down on her bed. She turned her head towards the window and sensed that her trance from the song was hindered, and saw that it was already black outside. Certainly, she had killed some time.
So go on, go on
Come on, leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me
Till I can’t deny this
Bella smiled, and her lips started to move with the words, and her voice gradually started to get louder. Her brown eyes slowly closed.
“Love and feeling
Make me long for your kiss
Go on, go on
Come on...
Leave me breathless
Go on, go on,
Come on...
Leave me breathless...
Go on, go on..."
The song finally stopped, but began to start over. Sighing but with a smile, she slowly got up to turn off the CD player. She would have to make dinner for her and Charlie, and she didn’t want to ruin the CD—she would want to use it again the next time Edward left to go hunting. She already planned the date.
The room was now silent except for the soft sound of the rain, and Bella looked over at her bed. An indent of her body was imprinted in the quilt, and she rose an inquisitive eyebrow. She must have listened to that song for at least three hours over and over, especially since the print of her body was at least two inches deep. And again, she sighed.
“You’re a good singer, Bella.”
She yelped in surprise. The silky soft velvet sound that emitted from her window shocked her, and her nerves jumped—she was paralyzed. The little hairs on her neck rose up as a chuckle then echoed from the room, and her heart skipped at least an unhealthy three beats. She would have gulped if there was anything to gulp.
“Bella, breathe.” She heard the smile on his lips ripple his magnificent voice.
Oh yeah...I can gulp air... [WTF really? "Gulp" air? I must have been on crack. Or OD-ed on tea (that's most probable)]
She gulped in the much needed oxygen and turned around. He wore the same breath taking smile, his eyes a warm brow color, and not the dark black she had last seen him with. Edward was sitting on her windowsill, and from the somewhat smug look on his face he had been watching her for a long time, listening to her sing. Before she knew it he was up and walking to her, and she held her breath again. When he finally wrapped her arms around her was when Bella forcefully breathed in his heavenly scent. He was a musky scent due to the hunt, and she figured that he made his way straight here when he got back, yet he smelt like the same delicious fragrance as always. That was when she noticed his drenched body get her clothes wet in his embrace, and the cold drop of water that hit her face after it ran down his nose.
Bella quickly opened her eyes unknowing that she had them closed. “D-Do you want a towel? You’re soaking wet, you might catch a cold!”
Without thinking, she ran out of her room and into her bathroom. Edward just stood there, sighed, and rolled his eyes, yet not completely exasperated at her heedless actions. Bella came back running in with a dark purple towel in her hands and threw it at him; it would of almost hit him in the face if not for his excellent catlike reflexes. But Bella, being Bella of course, tripped with another yelp over her own feet after the towel left her fingertips. She braced herself for the contact of her hitting the cold floor, but Edward caught her with his speed, and frowned at her forgetfulness as he placed her softly back on her feet.
“Bella,” he said sternly shaking his head, “Vampire, remember?”
She sheepishly smiled while her cheeks turned a warm crimson. “Oh...uhm...yeah...”
She then noticed the way he was holding her—arms wrapped tightly around her like she would disappear—and as on her own reflexes, held her breath.
“Breathe,” Edward commanded, but with his crooked smile painted on his lips once more. Despite the coldness of his wet clothes and skin, she was content, and thankful that he was back with her again. Really thankful. “I missed you.”
She smiled and laughed a little, knowing that what he said was a huge understatement, and that he had missed her nearly as much as she missed him. “Me too. In fact, so much that I was breathless.”
Edward chuckled and Bella felt the vibrations from his throat. Her heart skipped a beat. “When are you not?”
Even when the daylight would fade into the dark twilight, all time would stay the same, stay still—with him.
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Cast ye stones upon my flesh, for tis story of vampires was ne'er the best! Ha...medieval rap. Yo yo yo, dawg, I'm now in the Facebook rap game. Shootin' out mah rhymes will get me on the road to fame.
Yeah, so this story (and whole post, I suppose) is embarrassing, and I'm putting my self-esteem at ground-level just to post this. But it had potential, yeah? And if you listen to the song "Breathless" by The Corrs, then you'd agree that it's a good Edward/Bella song. Like honestly...he always got her breathless in the books, right? I'm not going to re-read them...I'm not that desperate in boredom.
Please review, would be greatly appreciated! (Saying that is mandatory if it's fanfiction :P) I don't care for the typos just cuz I already know that they're there. So yeah. Imma go back to watching NANA, because it's more about my life than I'd care to admit.
EDIT**
Here's a link to the song. I just looked it up and OMFG it's so...sexual. This came out in the early 2000s, and WTF. I only remember seeing parts of this on TV. Ha. Back when MTV was music, and not "reality".
The Corrs - Breathless
EDIT**
Here's a link to the song. I just looked it up and OMFG it's so...sexual. This came out in the early 2000s, and WTF. I only remember seeing parts of this on TV. Ha. Back when MTV was music, and not "reality".
The Corrs - Breathless
[My childhood is skewed now, thanks to the music video.]
[Every time I see "Edward" I think "Jedward"...and then I get "Lipstick" stuck in my head. Frackalackin'.]
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