Just One of The Guys

Just One of The Guys by Sorceresscircle

Twilight Fan Fic, Rated M, Bella and Edward, Various POV, All Human, Lemons

Oooh how I love this story! It actually kind of reminds me of Wide Awake, which might be why I like it so much. There is a totally different story, but something that happened in Bella's past leaves close to the same aftermath as Wide Awake.

Bella and Jasper are room mates and best friends, and if it weren't for Jasper, Bella would probably have gone insane. They've known each other forever and its Jasper who makes Bella feel safe and holds her when she needs someone, and Jasper doesn't take his job lightly. When Jasper meets Alice and falls head over heals for her, Bella befriends Alice. Bella never kept many girl friends and it surprised both Jasper and Bella that she liked Alice so much.

Alice eventually talks her into going to the movies with her, her brother and Jasper. Bella is skeptical until Alice insists that her brother doesn't date and that they didn't even have to sit by each other. But when Bella lays her eyes on Edward, she starts to rethink her non dating rule. As does Edward when he first sees Bella.

Will Edward and Bell be able to overcome their fear of hurt? How does Bella finally let her wall down enough to let Edward in? How will Edward handle finding out exactly what has Bella so fearful? Will Jasper be able to step aside and let Bella live her own life?

As always, my review does not do this story justice! Just read and it and you'll love it!

A little piece of the story:

I went into the kitchen to wait, grabbing a beer and sitting on the counter with my head hanging down. I knew better than to try to wake her or to go in too early. Past experience and a few scars from scratches had taught me that much.

I blinked back tears when I heard the whimpering start. It grew louder, and I hopped down off the counter, beer forgotten, as I heard the screaming. Steeling myself, I walked down the short hallway to her room, opening the door to see her curled into a ball on the bed, sheets tangled, hands fisted into her hair with her eyes clenched shut. The glaring light from the overhead and two lamps cast her agonized face in excruciating detail.

I approached the bed slowly, speaking in a soothing voice loud enough to be heard. “Bella, sweetheart, it’s okay…you’re okay. He’s gone, Bella…he can’t hurt you again. I’m here…” I continued to try to calm her as I lowered myself onto the bed, pulling her into my arms. Slowly, so agonizingly slowly, she began to relax, her screams subsiding to sobs and then whimpers. I stroked her hair, whispering to her when the screaming stopped.