Official Description: 3rd Place, Literotica winner in Age of Edward Contest. It’s the 80′s. Bella’s a head-banging Rocker with a soft spot for Molly Ringwald. Edward’s a preppy Jock with a soft spot for Bella. They’re from two different worlds… can their romance survive?
Word Count: 13,144
By now, you know me. I love all things hs-fic. And since absolutely everything that TKegl writes is brilliant, I had no doubt that Madonna, Metal, and Molly Ringwald Movies would be one of my favorites. I wasn’t wrong. This. fic. is. fucking. awesome.
Written for the Age of Edward Contest, TKegl sets the stage for us in the place that’s been many a people’s fantasies or nightmares: The Lunchroom.
I scanned the cafeteria, passing over the New Wavers and the Brains… the Computer Geeks… and the Breakers huddling in the corner about to go outside and start spinning. Of course, the jocks had the table in the dead center of the room, where any and all could come forward and pay homage to their athletic prowess.
It’s at that moment that Bella sees Edward for the first time.
He was cute, I guess, in that preppy, collegiate, straight-laced way. He had dark hair, kind of reddish and wavy – not cut in a bi-level like most of the Preps, but kind of messy all over his head. The collar on his green Izod polo shirt was flipped up and his Levis looked like they’d been ironed, with sharp creases along the front of his legs. My eyes followed the line of the fabric downward and I stifled a gasp.
Instead of Pumas or Nikes, or those gross, disgusting Topsiders, the guy wore a pair of green Converse All-Stars… just like mine.
I was shocked. Preps didn’t wear All-Stars. I was even more surprised when I looked back up at his face, only to find him staring right back at me.
They run in different circles at school–he’s a jock and she’s a rocker, but it turns out they are neighbors and end up meeting almost everyday at the creek that borders both of their properties. Like almost every other interaction between them that follows, their first kiss is utterly swoonworthy.
Our breaths grew shallow and I could feel Edward’s heartbeat pounding as heavily as mine as we kissed. Breath… tongue… lips… all moving together in a heated dance that made me dizzy and the world around us fade away.
I’d been kissed before. But it never… never… felt like that.
Finally, the pace slowed and we pulled apart, panting and flushed. My eyes fluttered open to find Edward watching me intently.
“Wow,” he said.
I chuckled. “Yeah.”
The corner of his mouth lifted in a cute half-grin. “If I knew it was going to be like that, I wouldn’t have waited so long.”
And. justohmygod. It’s hot.
It was all so fast – a blur of hot longing and teenage hormones. I ripped at Edward’s tie. He swept my jacket to the floor… my t-shirt over my head. Tugging at the buttons on his Levis… groaning as he slid my own jeans down my hips.
Somehow we made it to his bed – Edward in a pair of white boxer shorts, and me in my plain white cotton bra and panties. Tangled limbs and groping fingers. Flesh revealed… lips and tongues… nakedness pressed together… sweat… yearning… desire.
But you know, this is high school. They decide to keep their relationship a secret, which can only spell out angsty peril for them.
“I wouldn’t go up there if I were you,” Rosalie warned.
“Get bent, Rosalie,” I growled, starting up the stairs.
“Suit yourself,” she said, shrugging. “But he’s not alone.”
My stomach sank and I warred between calling Rosalie a lying bitch, and running up the stairs to prove her wrong. Instead, I climbed the stairs calmly, irritated when I heard Rosalie’s footsteps behind me. I approached Edward’s door and knocked softly.
A female voice called out, “Yeah?” and I felt like I was going to throw up again. I turned to leave, but Rosalie stopped me, reaching around me to quietly open the door. I didn’t want to look.
I tried not to look.
There’s a serious misunderstanding and they are apart for awhile. Not gonna lie, TKegl makes you feel every bit of the stomach-churning anguish that Bella feels. Lucky for us, she also evokes those spine-tingling highs as well. It’s all just so good.
From the lacy fingerless gloves and multiple bracelets that Alice wears to picturing Rosalie as the president of the Duran Duran fan club to Crazy for You playing in the background at the school dance, this fic brings us to the 80s.
While reading, my emotions were all over the place: clutching the edge of my couch in anticipation of what would happen next, holding my breath to read the next words that he would say to her, laughing out loud at some of their antics, sighing at the super-sweet ending. It’s all in there, and I just want to hug TKegl and thank her for writing it.
Trust. Even if you didn’t grow up in the 80s or aren’t crazy about high-school fics, you’ll like this one.
I think Molly would have been proud.
So do I, Fictionees. So. do. I.
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