The Ride in the Saddle
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Copyright Page This book was automatically created by FLAG on April 19th, 2012, based on content retrieved from http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5838394/. The content in this book is copyrighted by Aylah50 or their authorised agent(s). All rights are reserved except where explicitly stated otherwise. This story was first published on March 23rd, 2010, and was last updated on March 25th, 2011. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated - please email any bugs, problems, feature requests etc. to [email protected]. Table of Contents Summary 1. Chapter 1: Lightning Crashes 2. Chapter 2: I Wanna Be Sedated 3. Chapter 3: Alive 4. Chapter 4: Take On Me 5. Chapter 5: Sweet Child of Mine 6. Chapter 6: Everything You Want 7. Chapter 7: Wicked Garden 8. Chapter 8: Selling the Drama 9. Chapter 9: Now That We've Found Love 10. Chapter 10: Breaking the Habit 11. Chapter 11: The World I Know 12. Chapter 12: Holiday 13. Chapter 13: Pour Some Sugar On Me 14. Chapter 14: Everybody Hurts 15. Chapter 15: This I Promise You 16. Chapter 16: What a Girl Wants 17. Chapter 17: The Reason 18. Chapter 18: Possession 19. Chapter 19: Ghost of Me 20. Chapter 20: Call Your Name 21. Chapter 21: Home 22. Chapter 22 I Still Haven't Found 23. Chapter 23: Broken 24. Chapter 24: In the Air Tonight 25. Chapter 25: It's Not My Time 26. Chapter 26: I Alone 27. Chapter 27: Don't Wanna Miss a Thing 28. Chapter 28: Life is a Highway - 3 - 29. Chapter 29: Could Not Ask For More - 4 - Summary Bella and Edward meet at a concert as teenage strangers during the height of grunge in the 90's. When their paths cross 14 years later, Edward is stuck in the past while Bella is fleeing from hers. - 5 - Chapter 1: Lightning Crashes AU, AH, OOC, Canon pairings Warning: This fic is rated NC-17 for a reason. There is some minor drug use and lemons in future chapters. In addition there will be instances of violence and assault of a sexual nature. Please do not read if this will be a trigger of any kind. Disclaimer: All characters belong to SM. I just stuck them in the 90' s for a little while. EPOV October, 1996 Oh now feel it comin' back again, Like a rollin' thunder chasing the win. Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again, I can feel it. Líve, "Lighting Crashes" The Field House was going to be full of bodies; thrashing music and deafening chords were going to be filling the air and I couldn't fucking wait. Líve was on tour for their Throwing Copper album and their concert at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute was a good excuse for us to take a trip. We were all two months into our freshman year in college. Alice was studying fashion at F.I.T. and I was at N.Y.U. School of Arts and Sciences preparing for a major in God-knows-what. I was pretty content being undeclared since I'd spent all of high school being the perfect son. I got the good grades, was always on high honor roll, student body president, Valedictorian. I was the most wholesome guy in school in the perfect little suburb of Chicago where we grew up. Now, in college, I was ready to be rebellious, reckless; ready to do something stupid and crazy. I was ready to experience what it felt like to really live. - 6 - I was more excited than anyone since I'd been following Líve for a while. Jasper, my twin sister Alice's boyfriend (and a good friend of mine since elementary school) was studying engineering there, so we'd piled into my Volvo to drive up from New York City. Our little brother Emmett, who was still in high school, wasn't grounded for once and was able to come along with us. We didn't tell our parents he brought his new girlfriend Rosalie along when he took the train from Chicago to New York yesterday. Actually, we didn't tell our parents about the concert at all. Carlisle and Esme were great parents and all, but really, they didn't need to know everything. The whole drive up I soaked in the knowledge that this was what it was like to really feel free. The feeling of being eighteen, of being able to make the decision to just get up and do something without parental consent was incredibly liberating. I gripped the steering wheel tightly in anticipation. Once we pulled into the parking lot at R.P.I., Alice jumped out of the car and ran towards Jasper, catapulting herself into his arms. I hadn't even put the car in park yet. I was happy for her but it made my chest tighten a bit. Of course I'd dated girls in high school; I'd lost my virginity to the daughter of our family friends, Tanya Denali on prom night, clumsy and drunk in the backseat of my car. But I'd never been in love-not the way they were. I turned off the Volvo and stepped out of the driver's side as Emmett and Rosalie unfolded themselves from the backseat. Alice and Jasper uncurled themselves from their intense embrace as we walked towards them. "Jasper, my man! How's life on your own, bro?" Emmett asked Jasper enthusiastically as he reached in for a fist bump. Jasper bumped him back with the arm that wasn't tightly wrapped around Alice and responded, "Not bad, Emmett, not bad." He then looked down at her and said, "A little lonely though." Jasper kissed her forehead as Alice broke out in a huge smile, blushing as she leaned her head against his shoulder. "I assume this is Rosalie?" Jasper asked. He hadn't met Rosalie yet since she and Emmett had started dating when we all left for college. Emmett yanked her into a one-armed bear hug. Rosalie's head ricocheted slightly from intensity of the movement, giving Emmett an annoyed look which he didn't notice. "Yeah, this is my girl," Emmett replied and looked down to beam at Rosalie, effectively melting her irritated stare. Jasper bowed his head forward slightly, gentlemanly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rosalie," he said. She flashed him one of her signature smiles in response. - 7 - I had stood there uncomfortably as all the introductions were being made, my hands roughly stuck into my pockets. Now as each couple grinned at his or her significant other, I stared at the ground and kicked at it with my toe, intensely conscious of being single. I pretended not to notice as Jasper lowered his head and coughed, becoming aware of my awkwardness. He always had the strangest way of sensing other people's emotions. "So, you psyched for the concert, Edward? You've been following Líve for a while," Jasper asked me. I looked up from the circle of dirt my toe had created and grinned. "Yeah, I'm totally psyched." "Well we all know Edward is meant to be a musician," Alice trilled, grinning up at me from her nook in Jasper's arm. "Now if he'd just get up the guts to audition for the Tisch School of Arts and transfer out of Arts and Sciences, he'd actually be a musician instead of just talking about it." Her teasing voice tinkled like a bell. "It's gonna happen someday Edward, I've seen it," she said. "Oh you and your weird dreams, Alice," Emmett groaned. "Hey are we gonna get some booze for this party tonight? I wanna get wasted!" Rosalie rolled her eyes and Alice darted forward, lightning fast, smacking Emmett on the arm. "Ow!" he cried, letting go of Rosalie and rubbing his injured arm. Jasper chuckled at him. "It's not funny, man! She hits really freakin' hard for such a tiny freakin' pixie!" "No getting wasted tonight, Emmett!" Alice warned. "Besides, we don't have time to get booze. We've got to go shopping for clothes! We can't have Edward over there looking like Zach Morris in a mosh pit tonight, can we?" "Oh I'm totally in for shopping." Rosalie nodded enthusiastically, clearly excited. I looked down at my faded washed jeans and button down shirt. "Zach Morris?" I asked incredulously. Alice giggled. "All right, fine," I sighed. "Jasper, lead us to the mall." "There's a new store I've been dying to check out!" Alice said over her shoulder as she speed-walked ahead of us once we entered the mall. She seemed to instinctively know exactly where to go. She stopped in front of a store with a large metal arch entrance, punk music screaming from within. A metal sign blaring the words "Hot Topic" in red hung ominously over the doorway. Alice clapped her hands, cooing, - 8 - "Here it is!" She and Rosalie practically danced inside the store and started pulling clothes off hangers. Jasper smiled and shook his head. "Man…women and shopping," Emmett moaned melodramatically. "Actually, this store is kinda cool," I said, stepping through the archway. On one side of the store there were all women's clothes; corsets and short leather skirts, spiked collars and Manic Panic hair color. On the other was the men's side, with rock band T-shirts in square plastic frames hung along the walls, a myriad of jeans and a whole section of converse sneakers and boots.