Aren't We Just Terrified? (Edward X Reader)

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey hey hey! Guess who's back? That's right, it's your favorite fanfiction writer who's been MIA for a whole year. But don't worry, I'm not here to disappoint you with some subpar story. Oh no, I'm here to entertain you with another semi-shitty fanfic featuring none other than the sparkly vampire we all love, Edward.

Now, I know what you're thinking. "Cloudless cliche, you disappeared for a whole year and this is all you could come up with?" But hear me out, folks. This story was a blast to write, and if you give it a chance, I promise you'll be in for a wild ride.

I gotta say, this story was a total  blast to write, and I know you are gonna love it. And if you don't, well, shiet - guess we gotta problem then, but you're already here so you might as well stick around for the ride, right? Alright, enough chit-chat. Let's get into it...... Love, cloudless cliche 

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Flipping through the last chapters of The Great Gatsby, I idly scanned the sparsely populated airport for anything interesting to lay my eyes on. My earphones gently shuffled from indie pop, sleeping music, and other random tunes I had saved over the years while I monitored everyday business people shuffling in and out of the airport. I watched the coffee shop change shifts at least three times and the mundane humdrum of this local airport caused all working consciousness to slip my mind. Every once and a while an especially heavy raindrop would hit the window adjacent to me, creating an even bigger puddle at the bottom of the hill. I carved out a block of my time to monitor the ever-changing wind patterns over the magnificent-looking planes perched just outside on the tarmac. I couldn't believe Ava was sending me to such a boring fucking town, my mind mulled over. While my colleagues got to visit Italy, France, and Africa- I was stuck with the most boring po-dunk flyover town anyone could think of. My mind flashed back to that devastating conversation

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"Forks? As in the utensil? Ava, you're a fucking racket- was Spoons and Sporks taken?" I joked, taking a sip of my cold brew casually.

"Y/N, Forks is at the top of our watchlist. We need you there by tomorrow at 5PM." Ava stated seriously. I shook my head in disbelief,

"After all, I've done" I slid my coffee away from myself, "And you send me away to middle America to rot and die, thanks a lot" I sharply added, I rolled my eyes- grabbing my coat and trodding off into the dark Los Angeles night. I found my way to my car and after quickly slamming the door, burying my head into the wheel in frustration. I angrily searched for the keys in my clutch and rammed them into the ignition, revving the engine three times before speeding off in a random direction. Cursing loudly in the comfort of my car, I quickly sped through the dense traffic, weaving in and out of unknown cars- ending up somewhere in the secluded Hollywood Hills. I decided to make a stop at one of my favorite destinations, the Hollywood Sign. Treading up the steep hill, I shifted my small eco-car into park and I screamed into my seat, letting out hysterical sighs. I had never felt so betrayed by someone I had let my whole soul into- or considered a sister. Mascara stains ruined my top as I wrapped my hair into a messy bun. I sat in a catatonic position for at least four hours as I watched the lazy sunrise over the gorgeous Los Angeles skyline-

My mind quickly snapped out of my reminiscent daydream as the booming voice rattled the rickety intercom with the latest update from the terminal,

"Flight 307 heading to Forks, Washington is now boarding at station 12." The ominous voice reverberated through the tiny airport. I shrugged begrudgingly and began packing up my carry-on belongings into my tattered backpack. I got up from my surprisingly comfortable seat and made my way toward the payphone located just behind the vending machine. My cell phone quietly buzzed with a new notification from Ava: