Aylah50 - The Ride.pdf - Rebecca Grace Allen

570 Pages·2012·1.16 MB·English

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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
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29. Chapter 29: Could Not Ask For More
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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,
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"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. The music pumping through
the sound system switched to Green Day's "Brain Stew" and my body responded, my
head bouncing to the beat. I started looking through the T-shirts when Alice's hand
grabbed my wrist.
"No way, Edward. I've got an outfit all planned out that's gonna be much better
than something you could come up with!" She launched some clothes into my hands
and pointed to the dressing rooms. "Go!" she ordered.
I knew better than to argue with Alice, especially when it came to fashion. I found
my way to the back of the store and asked a female employee with bright pink hair
and lip, nose and eyebrow piercings if I could try on the pile of clothing that was
spilling out of my grip. She nodded her head towards a black velvet curtain behind
her, which I yanked back with one hand. I dropped the merchandise onto the bench
and noticed that what Alice had picked out wasn't half bad. Actually, I thought as I
stripped off my jeans and started unbuttoning my button down, these clothes looked
exactly like what Billy Joe Armstrong would wear. Excited, I slipped into the
short-sleeved, black satin shirt and then tucked it into a pair of black jeans. It still
needed something.
"Here," Alice's voice came out from the other side of the curtain, reading my mind
as she slipped a silver studded belt, a skinny red tie and a pair of red and white
Converse Chucks under it. I smiled at Alice's infallible ability to figure out just what
I needed. I finished dressing and pulled open the curtain to find her standing there,
waiting. She smiled and dragged me out in front of the mirror, spinning me around
to see all sides, examining her fashion choices. "Perfect!" she said.
Just then a figure in the mirror startled me. I was struck as I made eye contact
with a brunette, looking adorable in the grunge uniform: a T-shirt layered over a
long sleeve henley, another flannel shirt wrapped around her waist. Her jeans were
ripped at the knees, black converse sneakers on her feet. She looked down my body,
her eyes tracing hot sparks of electricity as she gave me the once-over. She smiled
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approvingly as we made eye contact in the mirror once again. Her tongue darted out
to lick her top lip, followed by her teeth quickly biting her bottom lip. That action,
only seconds long, made my jaw drop slightly, but suddenly Alice's figure blocked
the girl from my vision.
"Ok, you're done! Go change so Rosalie and I can model!" she ordered cheerfully
and turned me around, pushing me in the direction of the dressing room. I skidded
to a stop, pushing back on Alice's insistent hands and looking around the store for
the girl. After a few seconds, my heart sank as I caught her in my peripheral vision,
just in time to see the back of her beautiful hair as she walked out the door.
"You'd better hurry up man, the natives are getting restless," Emmett quietly
murmured to me, and I look over my shoulder to see Alice and Rosalie, arms crossed
and waiting, getting irritated. Disappointed, I quickly changed back into my clothes.
I stepped back out into the glaring lights and music of the store to find Emmett and
Jasper pouring over the glass jewelry case.
"Yeah, I think Rosalie would like that one," Emmett said, pointing to a heavy
amulet held from a thick silver chain. "Whaddya think, bro?" he asked me. The
pendant had an intricate design of some kind of crest within a circle: on the bottom
was a V with three clovers on it. Standing on the V was a lion which seemed to be
breathing fire. On the top was an open faced palm.
"That's nice," I told him, disinterested as my eyes scanned the store, hoping the
brunette would reappear.
Jasper pointed out a necklace with the same design on it, except this one was tiny,
held in place by a thin silver ribbon. "Alice would probably like this one," Jasper
said. Just then I noticed the same design on a black leather armband.
"Now that's cool," I exclaimed, suddenly interested, peering into the case. The two
of them nodded in agreement.
"Oh yeah, definitely," Emmett agreed.
Jasper reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I'm getting one for each
of us," he said. I motioned to stop him, but he shook his head. "My grandfather is
paying my tuition and I've got money saved up. Really, it's on me. Think of it as a
thank you for bringing my lady up for the weekend." I smiled in silent thanks and
Emmett slammed Jasper on the back appreciatively.
"Ok! We're ready to be admired!" Alice called from the dressing room. She danced
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