Good afternoon, ladies!
Takin’ y’all back to the 50’s today!
Not all the best stories are found on FanFictionNet, especially nowadays when so many authors have migrated elsewhere after the somanyeth purge!
Honeybee Meadows is just such an author and her fic, Don’t Look/No Promises, has its own special place on her blog!
Rated: Fiction M – English – Angst/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 15 – Updated: Jul 11, 2014 – Published: Jun 24, 2014 – Status: Complete
Each chapter gives the reader both POVs:
The girls stole the car at midnight.
It was always midnight. Always a different car. Always half a pint in. Always done with their teeth in their lips trying to muffle their drunken giggles and always for the thrill of it, nothing more than that.
This time it was a Thunderbird. A new one. Shiny baby blue paint and silver hubcaps. White leather seats. Sitting low and squat and perfect for picking.
Bella always drove.
– – – –
Edward watched them steal his car.
Sat in the dark on his porch with a fading cigarette between his lips and allowed them to pick the lock. Three girls in matching jackets, matching curled hair, matching skirts. Rolled up short and held down tight, eyes lined with wings and lips lined with blood. Hairdos and kitten heels and enough bared skin to make his mouth water.
Which was why he basically let them steal the Bird right out from underneath his nose.
He’d been looking at those girls for a while now.
The one he had his eye on, little-big-eyes, that long brown hair and those hips and the fuckme mouth painted pink instead of red, she was the one who got in behind the wheel.
He could have stopped them. But he didn’t.
Ha! I’ll tell you this right now, Edward should have stopped them because those girls totally trashed his beloved Bird and, oh, did he make Bella pay for that LMAO!
The twists and turns these two took before givin’ in to the inevitable was so much fun to read, I’m compelled to share it with you!
Rated: Fiction M – English – Mystery/Romance – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 13 – Words: 54,611 – Reviews: 516 – Favs: 295 – Follows: 223 – Updated: Aug 12, 2011 – Published: May 24, 2011 – Status: Complete – id: 7016988
Alice Brandon, TV reporter, is diggin’ up the past and will do anything to get at the truth about what happened to Eddie and the Cruisers…
“On August fifth, Eddie’s car drove off the Eighth Street Bridge in Port Angeles.Now, it’s believed that he committed suicide,” Alice started delivering her pitch, slowly, not wanting to divulge too much before they weren’t interested in hearing what else she had to say.
“Believed?” one of the men questioned.
Alice nodded. “Yes. See, Eddie’s car was found, but his body never was.”
“Fifteen years ago, Eddie and the Cruisers were the biggest no name group to come out of Washington since Nirvana.”
A TV played in the background showing the band from their earlier days while Alice Brandon filled in the people around her on what was to be her first primetime special. She had been gathering all the information, contacting the key players before she divulged what would either make or break her career.
At the same time, Rosalie Hale is tryin’ to convince Bella Swan to write a book about her life with Edward and the band…
Convincing Bella that she should share with the world the other side of Eddie and the Cruisers proved to be a little harder than she expected. At first Bella was reluctant to the idea. She didn’t want to exploit Eddie or any of the other members of the band. Eventually, after some much needed convincing, Bella gave into Rosalie’s request. Rosalie was surprised, after all the pleading she had done, that Bella had already in fact begun to document their love affair. She had note books with words written in them that were poetic enough to write a chart topping song.
“I wasn’t the lyrical genius that Eddie or the Jazz Man were,” Bella had told her when she allowed Rosalie to see her notes.
Rosalie thought otherwise. From that moment on, the two women began crafting Bella’s first novel. The one, now after eight years, that would finally be hitting the shelves if only Bella could decide which ending to go with.
“Rosalie, stop,” Bella stated sternly. “I know what I have to do. I’m sorry I’m not making this easy for anyone. This was my life though. How can I put an ending on something I never wanted to end?”
I read this fic a long time ago and had another quick look through it last night to refresh my memory. Bella’s grief at havin’ to go on without Edward at her side is heartbreakin’, as is the impact his absence has had on the other band members.
There’s also the mystery of the stolen studio tapes from the night before Edward’s car went off the bridge that fateful night!
Who took them and why???
All in all, this is a great read not to be missed!
So, what are my lovelies readin’ this week?
Happy Friday, y’all!