A Midnight Kiss ~Twilight Saga FanFiction~

Chapter Seven

TRIGGER WARNING - DRINK SPIKING
IF YOU, OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW, HAS BEEN A VICTIM OF DRINK SPIKING, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL AUTHORITIES!!

The music blared random pop songs from the stereo, each beat combining with the crackling of the fire which cast a warm glow across the pebbles of La Push. The sun dipped just below the horizon, painting the sky in vibrant blues, oranges, and purples. Teenagers danced and laughed on the beach, their voices forming a lively racket. Groups of people clustered together; some played beach games, some danced, some cooked food, or even drank — each having a little clique of friends. It felt like the entire school of Forks West was here; I didn't recognize many of the people here; I only knew my friends and Bella. In the distance, Lana and Matt strolled hand in hand along the shoreline, leaving the party to spend some quality time together. Ian was immersed in a football game with other boys who tackled each other and tried their best to score points, and Maddie darted around, ensuring everyone had plenty to eat and drink. None of my friends were spending time with me.

I hadn't seen them in over a week and I was alone. I was left perched on a driftwood log, poking a marshmallow with a stick and drinking a beer by myself. The white confection turned golden-brown as it roasted, within seconds turning a coal black and setting alight. I pulled the stick away before the marshmallow melted off my stick, blowing out the flames and quickly popping the gooey treat into my mouth. It had a burnt caramel outer crust with a warm gooey inside. The intense heat of the marshmallow scorched my tongue, making me quickly chug down the cold bitterness of my beer. The bitter and sweet mixed in a weird flavor combination that I didn't enjoy.

Despite the party's liveliness, my thoughts drifted to Edward. No matter how hard I tried to push the thought of him out of my head — I couldn't. He had infected my brain and was now taking control of my heart. I was starting to have feelings for him that I didn't want. Why should I have feelings for a guy who treats me like I don't exist? Why did I keep thinking about him even though I was meant to be having fun at this party? There was something about him that pulled me in, something I didn't understand. It was a war — battling over who would win, these strong, intense feelings of love for Edward or my rationality — I knew I was on the losing side; I was already falling for him.

Looking around the party at all the unfamiliar faces, I noticed Bella standing by the snack table, putting together a freshly cooked burger. Her smile was polite whenever someone spoke to her, but she seemed out of place, her gaze wandering as if searching for something familiar. Our eyes met briefly, her shoulders seeming to tense ever so slightly. I assumed that having me nearby made her still feel angry. She was struggling to fit in, and it was so obvious. When will she realize she should have stayed in Phoenix? I wondered if I should have just told her to stay with our mother so she wouldn't be here, or in my home. "Hey, Roxanne!" Maddie's voice cut through the music as she bounded towards me in her black mini skirt, ripped crop top, and sandals. She held a drink in one hand and a hot dog in the other. "Can you help me with the s'mores?" She asked, walking off again before I could answer her. I breathed a deep sigh, and set my drink down, rising from my seat and heading toward the snack table. I assembled graham crackers and chocolate onto different plates, setting each plate aside with marshmallows. My thoughts drifted back to Edward once again.

I wondered what he would be doing at this moment, what he thought of me, and how he'd feel about me being here surrounded by intoxicated teenagers. I hated how I missed him even though he ignored me at school. I felt stupid, like one of those ridiculous teenage girls in the movies who fell in love with the wrong guy. Is Edward the wrong guy? Why did I have to fall for him?  I glanced beside me at Bella; she seemed more withdrawn than before; her shyness was evident in her slow and hesitant movements. I really just wanted her to go away, but I knew I couldn't tell her.