I Ain’t Got Nothing But Love (Chapter One); The Twilight Series; Edward/Angela; PG
Title: I Ain’t Got Nothing But Love (Chapter One)
Fandom: The Twilight Series (Novel)
Characters/Parings: Edward/Angela
Word Count: 770
Rating: PG
Summary: Before Bella. Before Ben. Before anything really mattered.
Author's Notes: Because this will be awesome as a multi-chaptered fic. <3 Thanks Franny for being my beta...again. :3333 I’m getting better with random things like that. Also sorry it’s so short. I hope the next chapter will be longer. :] Ignore tense...I suck at that. Sorry. Tenses are fixed, sort of. They're better then before. :3
Angela sat at the table; she’d been deathly nervous about today for the whole summer. Freshmen year has officially started and she couldn’t be more happy or scared. The unknown terrifies her and of the fact that in less then four years she’ll be graduating and moving out and going to college and being an adult, whatever that really means. So she lets her thoughts fall to the fact that the weight of her world and her future are sitting on the shoulders of this day, if she hates high school she’s not sure she can handle anything else after high school. But, she tired to rationalize, It’s only high school for god’s sake.
She watched her class file in, all the freshmen had been given the same lunch so they won’t…have panic attacks, she guessed, it all seems kind of stupid to her at this point. She grabbed her lunch, it’s in a brown bag not a lunch box because she’s not that big of a loser. She stares at the soda in her hand. She can’t believe her mother left it out, she hadn’t been paid attention while she was packing her own food. She’s allergic to grapes, what the hell, and she has this feeling her brother has her real soda. She let herself wonder, vaguely, if her brother had planned this. Angela just drops the soda on the table, as though it would infect her if it touched her any longer.
Angela finally looked up, after minutes of feeling like someone is staring, with a great intent, at her. She allowed her eyes lock with amber, on the verge of black. She finally let the other persons eyes go and just looked at him. She makes a note that she’s never seen him before; he seems older than a freshman, though, so she’s not sure what to think. There’s something about him though…she’s doesn’t know if she wants him or she just wants to talk to him. She allows herself to think that maybe he’d be interesting to talk to, but she sees his lips moving and she’s no longer sure. Her eyes trained on the blond boy next to him, he doesn’t look like a freshman either, but he’s beautiful as well, beyond any beauty Forks has ever seen. There’s something wrong with that level of perfection, it needs to be broken in someway or form. She let the thought shake from her head as she stood up to throw her brown bag lunch away. Why eat it? She was never hungry anyway. She leaves the grape soda on the table. Maybe someone else would like it, because she sure doesn’t.
She walked to her locker, in the freshman hall, and pulled out her math book, along with her English notebook. She stood there for a moment, letting her schedule run carefully in her brain, making sure she had everything she needed. She had a kind of feeling that creeps up into someone’s stomach and thought that she’ll be doing that process often, the checking her brain for her schedule. Calculating which books and notebooks she needs to bring so she won’t have to stop by her locker more than three times a day, it seemed like a rather tedious existence. She dreaded her life getting to that point. Angela let her locker door shut; its hinges making a horrible noise that she could hear scratching and echoing in her brain. She let her eyes wander over to the person leaning against the next locker that was, amazingly, equally as ugly as her own.
"You are?" Her voice wasn’t as strong as she’d hoped, but she figured she should be happy something came out at all.
"Cullen. Edward Cullen. You?" She noted the fact that he seemed to be kind of full of himself. Like a Bond introduction wasn’t the tip off.
"Angela Weber." He stuck his hand out and she couldn’t believe she let her hand reach out to touch his. She jerked back slightly when their skin finally touched, he was freezing. Beyond any cold she could remember feeling. She tried to stop the shiver that raked her body, but wasn’t able to. Edward raised his eyebrow and leaned off the locker, sticking his hands in his pockets when he got straight right side up.
"Well, I’ll see you around. Angela." He said her name like he doubted it was really her name. She let another shiver run through her and she was almost knocked down when the rush of students pushed by her. The bell had rung. Why hadn’t she noticed that?
----To Be Continued----
Fandom: The Twilight Series (Novel)
Characters/Parings: Edward/Angela
Word Count: 770
Rating: PG
Summary: Before Bella. Before Ben. Before anything really mattered.
Author's Notes: Because this will be awesome as a multi-chaptered fic. <3 Thanks Franny for being my beta...again. :3333 I’m getting better with random things like that. Also sorry it’s so short. I hope the next chapter will be longer. :] Ignore tense...I suck at that. Sorry. Tenses are fixed, sort of. They're better then before. :3
Angela sat at the table; she’d been deathly nervous about today for the whole summer. Freshmen year has officially started and she couldn’t be more happy or scared. The unknown terrifies her and of the fact that in less then four years she’ll be graduating and moving out and going to college and being an adult, whatever that really means. So she lets her thoughts fall to the fact that the weight of her world and her future are sitting on the shoulders of this day, if she hates high school she’s not sure she can handle anything else after high school. But, she tired to rationalize, It’s only high school for god’s sake.
She watched her class file in, all the freshmen had been given the same lunch so they won’t…have panic attacks, she guessed, it all seems kind of stupid to her at this point. She grabbed her lunch, it’s in a brown bag not a lunch box because she’s not that big of a loser. She stares at the soda in her hand. She can’t believe her mother left it out, she hadn’t been paid attention while she was packing her own food. She’s allergic to grapes, what the hell, and she has this feeling her brother has her real soda. She let herself wonder, vaguely, if her brother had planned this. Angela just drops the soda on the table, as though it would infect her if it touched her any longer.
Angela finally looked up, after minutes of feeling like someone is staring, with a great intent, at her. She allowed her eyes lock with amber, on the verge of black. She finally let the other persons eyes go and just looked at him. She makes a note that she’s never seen him before; he seems older than a freshman, though, so she’s not sure what to think. There’s something about him though…she’s doesn’t know if she wants him or she just wants to talk to him. She allows herself to think that maybe he’d be interesting to talk to, but she sees his lips moving and she’s no longer sure. Her eyes trained on the blond boy next to him, he doesn’t look like a freshman either, but he’s beautiful as well, beyond any beauty Forks has ever seen. There’s something wrong with that level of perfection, it needs to be broken in someway or form. She let the thought shake from her head as she stood up to throw her brown bag lunch away. Why eat it? She was never hungry anyway. She leaves the grape soda on the table. Maybe someone else would like it, because she sure doesn’t.
She walked to her locker, in the freshman hall, and pulled out her math book, along with her English notebook. She stood there for a moment, letting her schedule run carefully in her brain, making sure she had everything she needed. She had a kind of feeling that creeps up into someone’s stomach and thought that she’ll be doing that process often, the checking her brain for her schedule. Calculating which books and notebooks she needs to bring so she won’t have to stop by her locker more than three times a day, it seemed like a rather tedious existence. She dreaded her life getting to that point. Angela let her locker door shut; its hinges making a horrible noise that she could hear scratching and echoing in her brain. She let her eyes wander over to the person leaning against the next locker that was, amazingly, equally as ugly as her own.
"You are?" Her voice wasn’t as strong as she’d hoped, but she figured she should be happy something came out at all.
"Cullen. Edward Cullen. You?" She noted the fact that he seemed to be kind of full of himself. Like a Bond introduction wasn’t the tip off.
"Angela Weber." He stuck his hand out and she couldn’t believe she let her hand reach out to touch his. She jerked back slightly when their skin finally touched, he was freezing. Beyond any cold she could remember feeling. She tried to stop the shiver that raked her body, but wasn’t able to. Edward raised his eyebrow and leaned off the locker, sticking his hands in his pockets when he got straight right side up.
"Well, I’ll see you around. Angela." He said her name like he doubted it was really her name. She let another shiver run through her and she was almost knocked down when the rush of students pushed by her. The bell had rung. Why hadn’t she noticed that?
----To Be Continued----