Firstly I love my beta, InkStainedFire. She rocks my socks and strokes my ego so I don't turn tail and run. Lol this story is totally different for me. I hope you all enjoy it!
SM owns all, including me.
I woke up suddenly as the bile rose to my throat. I rushed to the bathroom, and for the third time that week emptied the contents of my stomach into the porcelain basin below me. I wondered briefly if I had some sort of stomach flu, and tried to ignore the unopened box of tampons on my counter that seemed to be staring me down. Beside it was another unopened box that I didn't want to acknowledge.
Rinsing my mouth, I splashed water across my face, trying to calm the gurgling that was returning to my stomach. Taking deep breaths I glanced around the room, noting just how dirty my bathtub was. I tasted metallic on my tongue and tried to zone in on every possible spot that would need my cleaning attention, but to no avail. The vomit rose again, as I clutched the bowl, praying the sickness wouldn't last as long as yesterday.
After I was fairly sure that my stomach was entirely empty, I slowly rose from the floor, staring at the forbidden box. The pregnancy test seemed to be teasing me even more than my tampon box as I hastily removed the stick from its package. I said a silent prayer to the God I didn't believe in.
"Fuck don't let this be positive." I muttered as I attempted to pee on the stick without peeing on my hand as well.
As soon as I had actually hit the stick I jammed the cap on the end and threw it on the counter as if it were burning my hand. I quickly washed my hands before dropping my head in my hands, trying to figure out how I had ended up worrying that I could be…I couldn't even bring myself to think the word.
Two months ago I had gone out, not something I tended to do often, but it was a special occasion. It had been exactly two years since I had left my previous relationship. Now I know not everybody celebrates the day they break up, but considering my previous relationship was possibly the worst out there it was a day to remember for the rest of my life.
I had ended up in a tiny bar, and all I could think was that I just wanted a drink because I was so damn happy to be free. I sat down on a stool near the back, and ordered my drink. I sipped it slowly, watching as people slowly filtered in, and it felt so good to be able to sit by myself. To not have somebody constantly hovering over me, and just having the ability to be.
A few hours later, and a few drinks in, I realized I was feeling a bit tipsy. I nearly slipped off my stool, than giggling like a moron I made my way to the bathroom. When I returned, he was in my seat.
Feeling braver than usual I sauntered up to him, slightly red as I tapped him briskly on the shoulder. "You're in my seat," I claimed, as he turned to me with an amused expression.
"Oh sorry, didn't see you sitting here," he said jokingly, and I blushed, as my face spread into a smile. He moved to the stool next to mine, and then turned to look at me. It wasn't until then that I got a real good look at him, and I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or my actual vision but he looked better than Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, and Robert Pattinson combined.
His eyes sparkled like emeralds, and his skin was lightly bronzed. I couldn't help but notice the single dimple in the right corner of his smile, or his full lips that almost seemed to be calling to me. Yep, it must've been the alcohol, lips themselves just DO NOT call to people.
"So what's the occasion?" He asked, and I furrowed my brow in confusion; how did he know? "Well," he continued, "Not many people come out on a Wednesday night unless they're drunks, depressed, or celebrating something, and I've never seen you before, and you don't seem to look down to me so you must be celebrating something."
"Oh, it's silly really, just celebrating the end of a relationship." He laughed at me then, the sound of his voice reverberating off of the walls of my mind. I looked down at the bar than, blushing madly, trying not to drool at this god of a man.
"Not many people celebrate the end of relationships," he commented, his eyes twinkling in amusement at me now.
"Well not many people were in the relationship I was in either," I countered, not really wanting to tell this man my whole life story. Besides, I was trying to celebrate the end not relive the experience. He seemed to sense that because he didn't prod any further.
We fell into an awkward silence than, and he turned towards the bar tender to order another drink, I assumed our conversation was over then and I turned my attention back to my own drink.
"Edward," he said a few moments later, startling me out of my train of thought.
"What?" I asked, still feeling the effects of my previous drinks.
"I'm Edward," he repeated.
"I'm Bella," I smiled warmly at him then.
He smiled back before I teasingly added, "So you must be a drunk then."
"Huh?" he asked, thoroughly confused.
"Well, you said the only ones that come out on a Wednesday are drunks, the depressed, and those who are celebrating. You don't look down, and you said you've never seen me here before meaning you're a regular, so you must be a drunk." His laughter rang through my ears again, as I smiled proudly at myself for not choking up enough to not talk to him silently thanking the alcohol god for my sudden courage.
We began talking then, laughing and joking around with one another as if we were old friends. Somehow we ended up back at his apartment. I wished I could feel guilty for my one night stand, but I couldn't feel guilty about the best night of my life. I had awoken the next morning, highly embarrassed that I had gone to bed with this man after only a few hours and I didn't even know his last name. I left before he could wake up, and I was grateful for the clean break, avoiding any awkwardness.
The timer dinged suddenly, causing me to jump, bumping my elbow against the counter's edge. I groaned, and I knew that would be another bruise. God you're so clumsy Bella, I thought as I picked up the pee stick. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I thought, afraid to look down at it, already knowing the answer. You don't know that you're…you know. Just fucking look and get it over with already! It could just be nothing. It's probably just nerves. I sighed holding the stick up as I held my breath.
Fuck, it was positive.