What Impossible Means By Adair7.pdf

What Impossible Means By Adair7

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Chapter One – Preface

I've waited for this moment

All my life and more

And now I see so clearly

What I could not see before.

The time is now or never

This chance won't come again

Throw caution and myself into the wind.

There's no promise of safety with these secondhand wings

But I'm willing to find out what impossible means.

A leap of faith.

I will touch the sun or I will die trying.

~ Thrice, 'The Melting Point of Wax'

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was impossible, beyond impossible. I was

dreaming, I was delusional. I had to be. That was the only way that could explain

what was right in front of me.

He looked at me darkly, finally noticing the way I was staring at him. There was

no sense of recognition on his face, nothing to indicate that he knew who I was at

all. Just the same, dark look, brows furrowed.

It's wrong. It's wrong. It's wrong. This isn't right. It can't be.

"Edward?" I gasped. My chest felt tight, too tight and my head was spinning. It

couldn't be. It was impossible. Completely, utterly impossible.

I was delusional. But the others could see them too. Impossible.

Everything went black.

Chapter Two - Beginnings

I have lived in the small town of Columbia City, Oregon my entire life. As far as I

knew, it was extraordinary only in the way that it is the most boring town on the

face of the planet, bar none. There is no real shopping mall, unless you wanted to

count the mini-market, which I didn't, and there weren't really any mainstream

shops or restaurants. It basically wasn't big enough for anything 'mainstream',

with the exception of the gas station. Basically, we had to drive all the way to

Portland to do anything remotely interesting that didn't involve the great

outdoors. We didn't even have our own school and had to go to the neighboring

town of St. Helens for that.

Up until last September, the only good thing to ever come out of Columbia City

was Edward Anthony Masen, my neighbor. At seventeen years old, Edward was

four years older than me, but we were best friends regardless. There weren't

many kids our age in town so you took what you could get and getting Edward

Masen as a best friend wasn't exactly scraping the bottom of the barrel, if you

know what I mean. He was at least 6'2, towering almost a foot over my 5'4

inches with permanently messy copperish auburn hair. His skin always seemed to

be a beautiful golden tan no matter how cloudy it was, and his moss green eyes

had to be the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I, like the rest of the female

portion of the student body, and possibly a few of the males, had been crushing

on Edward since puberty, possibly a bit before. As far as I was concerned, his

stunning looks qualified him as the eighth wonder of the world. As if natural good

looks weren't enough, Edward was also intelligent, kind, gentle, funny, and

athletic. He was perfection incarnate.

Edward had been my neighbor my entire life and I had been tagging along behind

him for as long as I could remember, even the dreaded summer when he was ten

and into snakes, frogs, slugs, spiders and all matter of things that went bump in

the night. We even had the tin cans with the string that stretched between our

two houses so we could talk to each other at night when we were supposed to be

in bed. I couldn't imagine my world without Edward. He made life worth living.

Unfortunately, Edward had started dating Tanya Minarikova, another oddity of

Columbia City who would look more at home in the pages of Vogue than in

Tinyville, USA. She was tall with strawberry blonde hair, stunningly blue eyes and

gorgeous looks that she got from her mother, a retired Slovakian ballerina. Of

course Edward would go for the girl who was arguably almost as beautiful as he

was. Tanya was the exact opposite of me. I was small at 5'4 with long brown

hair, brown eyes, and absolutely nothing exceptionally outstanding about my

appearance. I was not a gorgeous supermodel type and Edward would never be

interested in me.

Luckily, Jacob Black came in to my life around the same time that Tanya entered

Edward's. Most likely this occurrence was directly connected to the fact that

Edward wanted time alone with his beautiful girlfriend, sans Bella, and I had to

find new ways to entertain myself.

The first event in Columbia City worthy enough to be called entertainment was

when the population suddenly jumped up by six and the Brandon family moved

into town. They had been on the lips of everyone all summer and not much

information had been gained about them in the few months since they had

arrived.

There was just something off about the Brandons. First of all, every single one of

them was beyond beautiful. They made Edward and Tanya look completely

insignificant in comparison. The whole family was unnaturally pale, excessively so

even for the constant rainy weather of Columbia City. The father was a blonde

man who had twinkling eyes and seemed much too young to have four teenaged

children, as did his wife, a woman with curled caramel-coloured hair who

resembled the Hollywood starlets of the thirties. He was a successful doctor

working forty minutes away in Portland and she ran a home décor business out of

her house. Their children were all in their late teens, even though Carlisle and

Esme Brandon only looked to be in their late twenties themselves. Emmett was

mildly terrifying because his build was so muscular. He his broad shoulders and

muscular arms were only balanced out by his ever-present grin which displayed

dimples, like his father, and his child-like, dark, curly hair. The second dark-

haired child was the opposite of her brother in the way that she was incredibly

tiny, only just making five feet tall. Her hair was cropped short, though still very

feminine and her every move was graceful and dance-like. The blonde twins were

not as 'friendly' looking as their dark-haired siblings, both lacking the ever

present smiles of Alice and Emmett. Rosalie had to be the most gorgeous girl I

had ever seen in real life, and possible ever. She had long, blonde hair down to

her waist and a sharp set to her jaw. She was like an ice princess. Her twin

brother, Jasper, would be gorgeous if he didn't look so cold and distant all the

time. He had messy, dirty blonde surfer hair, and a tall frame, though he wasn't

as muscular as his brother. It always seemed like he was in pain and horribly

unhappy to be living here. I didn't blame him. I heard that they had moved here

from New York so tiny Columbia City was a pretty massive downgrade.

The angel-faced Brandons were the talk of our small town and this was only

emphasized when they kept to themselves. They were never seen walking around

town or in the mini-market. They went to school and they went home but nobody

had been invited in to their homes and they had turned down every invitation to

small gatherings. This was basically unheard of in small-town etiquette and so the

odd Brandon family remained the talk of the town for quite some time. They

seemed to want to keep their distance from us and after a few failed attempts,

our tiny town was more than willing to give them their space.

I had been interested in the odd family, but they weren't too entertaining after a

while. Jake, however, had been more than entertaining, but as we celebrated our

6 month anniversary I always got the feeling that there was something he wasn't

telling me. He passed it off as paranoia on my part. I had shrugged these oddities

off, thinking they must be normal. What did I know? I was only thirteen and Jake

was a worldly sixteen years old. He had dated girls his age before and I was still

new to the game. Unfortunately, at seventeen years old, Edward was the wisest

of us all and saw through Jacob's games. He also saw through the window of

Jake's fixed-up VW Rabbit when he was making out with Leah Clearwater.

"Hey, Bella," Edward said, smiling the same smile he used with Mrs. Baker at the

market. I watched him warily as he walked across the lawn and sat down next to

me on my back porch, the Mrs. Baker smile fixed on his tanned face the whole

time. That was the 'I'm pretending that I'm happy to be talking to you but I'd

really rather not' smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Can I talk to you for a

minute?"

"What about?" I asked hesitantly, still watching him and his fake smile. I must

have looked unimpressed because he almost immediately dropped the faux-cheer

and looked at me seriously.

"Man this is hard." He ran a nervous hand through his hair and my stomach

began to flip. What was going on here? Edward only used his fake smile in

combination with the nervous hand through hair move when he was thinking

about something really unpleasant. "Bella, it's about Jacob."

I felt like I was going to puke. "What about Jacob? Edward? What's wrong with

Jacob?" I could hear my voice rising with worry. "Is he okay? Is he hurt?"

"He's more than okay," Edward spoke lowly, menacingly. I looked at him with

confusion.

"Then what about Jacob?" I pushed when Edward just sat there, looking at me

with concerned eyes. He jaw tensed for a second and then he looked away from

me. I could almost feel the anger radiating off of him. "Edward? What about

Jacob?"

"He's been seeing Leah Clearwater behind your back," he stated bluntly, keeping

his eyes away from me. I watched as his fists clenched in anger. "I saw them

together at the river lookout in his car last night."

"The river lookout?" I gulped. There was only one reason why Jacob would bring

Leah to the lookout, and it certainly wasn't for the fresh air and rustic scenery.

"I'm sorry, Bella." He pulled me closer to his body, holding me against his chest.

It was unnaturally muggy for September, but I snuggled into him anyways,

needing to feel that comfort of his arms. "It took all my willpower not to tear him

out of that car and throw him into the river."

"You're sure it was him?" My voice shook and I could barely see as my eyes

watered up. It made so much sense now. The way he always wanted to hang out

with me in the daytime and never at night, the way he was never home when I

called him, the way his older sisters would look at me almost guiltily. They had

known and they hadn't told me. I hadn't realized. How could I have not realized?

"I'm sorry, Bella," he spoke soothingly, squeezing me tighter towards him. The

tears broke lose then and ran freely down my cheeks as I buried my face into

Edward's worn red t-shirt.

He held me until the tears stopped flowing and I stopped shaking. Jacob was my

first boyfriend and now, not only had I lost that, I had also lost one of my oldest

friends. I didn't want to think about him, didn't want to see him or talk to him, or

even about him ever again. Wishful thinking – in such a small town we were

bound to see each other again and often. We went to the same school and he

only lived a few blocks away.

We sat there together, a while longer and Edward rubbed my back, comforting

me as I stared blearily into the trees behind our houses.

"I have an idea," Edward smiled, a genuine smile this time. "I'm taking you out."

"No, Edward," I rejected, shaking my head. "I'm all red and puffy and your shirts

soaked." I pointed out the obvious wet spot near his shoulder.

"I don't care," he replied, standing up and holding out a hand to help me up.

"Come on, Bella. You need to get away from here for a while."

"But what about Tanya?" I mumbled, but I reached for his hand and let him help

me up. "Won't she get mad? Don't you have a date tonight?"

"I'm going to call her and cancel," Edward said, giving me a hug. "My little buddy

is hurting and needs me. We can have a date night later when you're feeling

better."

My eyes started to well up again as Edward's kindness overwhelmed me in my

emotionally exhausted state. I was so lucky to have him. He was always there for

me and always would be, no matter what. Even the amazing Tanya Minarikova

wouldn't stop him from being there for his best friend.

"I'll get a sweatshirt," I sighed, turning moodily into the house. I grabbed my

hoodie from where it lay on the couch and was about to return to Edward when

the phone rang. I listened to it ring three times before picking it up.

"Hello?" I answered shakily. I had a suspicion who it might be.

"Hey Bella," Jake's cheery voice answered. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

"What are you doing right now? And how much more awesome would it be if you

were doing it with me?"

Normally I would laugh at his attempt at an over-inflated ego. Generally Jake was

a super sweet, super considerate guy. Today I wasn't laughing. "Wouldn't you

rather be doing something with Leah Clearwater?" I spat.

"Wait. What?" Jake's voice raised in confusion and I could almost hear him

squirming on the other side of the line. "What are you talking about Leah

Clearwater for?"

"I dunno, Jake," my voice was venom, "Why would I be talking about Leah

Clearwater? Any ideas?"

"Bella, wait," his voice pleaded but I was done with him. There wasn't anything

he could say that would make this better. "I can explain."

"Explain?" I laughed bitterly. "Explain what your tongue was doing shoved down

her throat? What? You were practicing CPR?"

"Bella, I'm sorry," Jake apologized, his voice shaking. "I made a mistake. Please,

I'm so sorry."

"It's too late, Jacob Black," I answered coldly. "Don't call here anymore."

I slammed the phone down and slumped to the floor. Edward had walked into the

house to find me when I hadn't come back out right away. I didn't know how

much of the conversation he had heard but he knew exactly what to do as he sat

down next to me on the floor, stroking my hair as I shook with a fresh wave of

sobs.

"It's okay, Bella," Edward said softly, kissing me on top of the head. "I'm here.

I've got you."

I hugged Edward, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Don't ever leave me,

Edward."

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