
Monday, August 23, 2010
Chapter 6 PicTease!

Thursday, August 19, 2010
Chapter 5 Teaser: Bella
I winced as I reached down and started massaging my feet.
“Bella?”
I panicked and tried to pull my damaged feet out of plain sight.
“What the hell did you do to your feet?” Edward was suddenly beside me, his hair sticking out in all directions. He bent down and brushed my pajama pants back, uncovering my feet. “Jesus…”
“They’re fine.”
“They’re not fine. What the fuck are you doing that’s causing this?” He glared up at me, almost like he was genuinely pissed.
“It’s none of your business.”
“None of my business? You’re hurting yourself Bella.”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then what’s it like? Tell me.” He ran his fingers gently across my feet, tenderly caressing the skin.
“I thought you all left,” I said, chewing anxiously on my lip.
“They were going too fucking early for me. I wanted to sleep a little more. I’m meeting up with them.”
I stood up and tried to avoid letting the pain show in my face.
“What’d you do, tell Alice you were going to the museum again to get out of it?” He asked.
“So what if I did?”
“You know all this lying is going to blow up in your face eventually.”
“Why do you care?” I spun around. “Why does any of this matter to you?” He was starting to piss me off with his interrogation. I didn’t owe him anything. I barely knew him.
“No fucking clue.” He walked back in the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the shower start and I went back into my room, not bothering to close the door.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Chapter 4 Teaser

“Let me get you some blankets,” Bella said softly, opening the hallway closet. She pulled out some more pillows and a few blankets. “You could always use the couch cushions for a bed,” she shrugged.
“I’ll try that. Thanks.” I smiled as she disappeared into her room and closed the door.
I attempted to make myself a make-shift bed out of the cushions, just like Bella had suggested. I guess it was alright. Emmett and Rose were already settled in on the couch so I turned off the light, pulled my shirt off and tried to get comfortable on my shitty bed. It was kind of ridiculous when you thought about it. I was the original guest here and somehow I ended up on the damn floor.
“Come on baby,” Emmett purred. “Edward’s asleep.”
“No I’m not!” I yelled. “I’m not asleep.”
“Okay well he won’t listen.”
I grabbed my pillow and held it around my head, trying to block out the sounds I knew were about to happen. They were like fucking animals.
“For fucks sake!” I sighed. I got up and pulled a blanket and pillow with me as I started towards the hallway. I knew better than to knock on Alice’s door. Even though I was pissed it was happening, I knew they were probably doing the same thing I was trying to get away from.
I took a tentative step towards Bella’s door and knocked.
“Uh…come in,” she said softly.
I opened the door and peeked my head inside. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her backpack sitting by her feet. She was going to sneak out again.
“Going somewhere?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow.
“No,” she lied.
“Listen I know you said you wanted your space and I get that, but everyone else in this apartment is having sex and I really don’t want to be in the room while that’s happening.”
“Oh.”
“Can I sleep on your floor?”
“Of course.” She sighed and laid back in her bed.
I smiled and closed the door behind me. I didn’t bother bringing the couch cushions because I just wanted to get the fuck out of there. I stumbled a little as I walked over to the empty space beside her bed.
“Sorry I’m a little drunk,” I laughed.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Chapter 3 Teaser

I waited until her room was silent before I grabbed my bag and slipped out again. I needed to hit the store before it closed to buy some more brown. I couldn’t get her damn eyes out of my head and I knew that’s what would come out once I started working.
I grabbed a few different cans and set them up on the counter. The clerk looked at me a little weird, probably suspicious that I was making frequent visits to his store late at night.
I paid for the merchandise and headed outside, slipping it in my backpack as soon as I left. I bypassed the street I’d taken last time and kept walking, hoping to find somewhere else.
It was dark. You would have expected the streets to be less chaotic than they were during the day, but its all bullshit. This is the New York most tourists don’t see, the part that they don’t want to see. It wasn’t necessarily terrible, but it wasn’t glamorous either.
I passed what I was sure was a drug deal happening and turned down the next street. It was a small alley between two buildings and seemed to be perfect for what I needed. I wasn’t planning on doing this outside much more. I was going to try something a little different, but this would always be my home. The alleys, deserted streets, roofs of abandoned buildings. It’s where it all started.
I pulled my hood up and threw my headphones in as I set my bag down. I unzipped it and pulled out all of my cans, lining them all up in a row. I grabbed the brown, just like I knew I would and started working. It was almost like her stare was completely engrained in my brain. When I shut my eyes, hers were all I could see and it scared me. I didn’t know what it meant but I was hoping by getting it out I would get her out of my system.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Blinkie Issue
