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Stranded By dangerousandbeautiful

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5373416/1/

Summary: Edward and Bella get on the same plane,but it crashes in the middle

of the Atlantic Ocean. Bella and Edward are the only survivors, and they luckily

find a deserted island to stay on until someone finds them. But can they survive

each other?

Chapter One

Edward's POV

The one thing that sucks about having a really big family is that none of them

want to live together in the same place. When my brother, Emmett, married

Rosalie, he obviously didn't know what he was getting himself into. Rose wanted

everything-the huge white house, the five snotty-nosed kids running around, and

she wanted it all in New Jersey. And whatever Rose wanted, Rose got. Then my

younger sister, Alice, met Jasper when she went to a fashion show in France.

Why the hell he was even in France at a fashion show when he's from Texas and

wears cowboy boots and chews tobacco, I'll never know. Alice said it was fate,

and two years ago my parents and I watched as she and Jazz got onto the plane

that would take her far away from us. When she first told me she wanted to

move to France, I tried to talk her out of it. She was tiny and definitely no match

for a man should he want to take advantage of her four-foot-eleven body. I hated

the idea of my little sister living out of my reach, away from my protection, but

she insisted that Jasper was going to take care of her, and who was I to tell her

how to live her life?

So then it was just Mom, Dad, and me living in Chicago. My father was Chief of

the local hospital, and I had followed in his footsteps. I was an intern at the same

hospital, had been there for two years after going to the University. Emmett was

the oldest of children, being twenty-eight. I was twenty-four, and Alice just made

twenty-two.

And my little sister was getting married in seven days. I liked Jasper, but for so

long it had just been Alice and me. Emmett had married Rose right after

graduation, when I was a freshman in high school, and Alice was in seventh

grade. My parents expected me to get married next, since I was next in age. But

I never met anyone worth keeping. I had girlfriends in high school, being the

popular basketball player I was, but no one ever held me long, nothing serious.

Then I went to college and did everything from losing my virginity to snorting

cocaine, which neither were very pleasant, seeing as I remember nothing from

both experiences. I'm never mixing tequila with Jack Daniels again. Marriage and

children never crossed my mind like it did Emmett and Alice and, unfortunately,

my parents. My mother was so adamant about me living the American life that

she even tried setting me up with a few women, the daughters of her friends, the

picks of the pack, the most beautiful and classy women in all of Illinois. Sure,

they were beautiful, but they were boring as fuck, and I felt like Eddie Murphy on

Coming to America when he meets his future wife and she does everything he

tells her to. So yeah, those girls weren't for me. Then my mom started to worry

that I would be gay, and I felt compelled to show her the scratch marks on my

back from my previous encounter with a woman. Needless to say she never

questioned my sexuality again. She still worried, though, that I would never

reproduce and give her the cute little chubby-cheeked grandchildren she always

wanted. I figured I would leave that to Emmett and Alice.

So when Alice announced that she was tying the knot before me, I had to hear it

from my mother again.

The wedding was going to be extravagant, and I was serving as a groomsman.

Emmett and Rose left for France with my mother and father two weeks before the

wedding, but I decided to take a later plane so that I could get more hours at the

hospital. My plane was leaving at seven in the morning and arriving in Florida,

where I would take another plane that would bring me to a town just outside of

Paris, and I would get there around seven in the evening…well, seven over here

in America, who knew what time it would be over there.

I really hated flying. Being in a seat in the air for hours made me extremely

uneasy. I didn't know how the plane stayed in the air. Hell, I was a doctor, not an

engineer. I was always afraid the plane would crash, not that I was afraid of

death, I actually kind of welcomed it into my monotone life, but I really didn't like

the shaking and the feeling of your stomach in your throat. I sighed as I put the

seatbelt on and tried to sleep.

The flight to Florida had been okay overall, but now I was going to be on a plane

for much longer on the trip to France, going over the entire Atlantic Ocean. My

seat was in the back, which I was grateful for, and I was next to the window. All

the other passengers got onto the plane and about fifteen minutes later, we were

off. The first two hours went on without problems, and I was starting to get

bored. I took out my iPod and started listening to Debussy, hoping it would calm

me down and help me drift into dreamland.

I must have fallen asleep quickly because in the middle of the song, the most

beautiful girl I had ever seen walked down the aisle towards me. She was looking

down at her feet intensely, as if she were afraid of falling. She must have sensed

my gaze on her, because she looked up and I was met with dark, chocolate eyes

that were so deep and expressive that I felt like I could drown in them. Her face

was pale, her hair the same color as her eyes, but when she caught me staring at

her, her face broke out in a completely beautiful blush, highlighting her

cheekbones and made her look other-worldly-a goddess. Then I felt a huge jolt

under my feet, and she broke eye contact, falling straight to the plane floor. I

rushed out of my seat, cursed when I was pulled back by the seat belt, ripped it

off of me, ignored my sleeping neighbor, and helped the beautiful girl up. I

gripped one of her hands and her other elbow gently, but not soft enough to not

notice the tingle than ran through my body when I touched her. She looked up at

me in surprise, her big eyes full of wonder and confusion. Had she felt it too? She

averted her eyes from mine again and muttered a 'thank you' as she stood up

and hurried to the bathroom, her original destination. I sighed and sat back

down, buckling up again. I looked out the window. Of course this wasn't a dream.

If it had been, I would have asked the girl her name and her phone number. I

wouldn't have made a fool of myself staring at her.

"Would you like a peppermint, sir?" an overly sweet voice said to me. I looked

toward the bowl of candies held out to me and my eyes met cleavage. A lot of

cleavage. I looked up more and saw a nametag that read Lauren. I chuckled and

cocked an eyebrow at her. She had the orangey fake tan skin and blonde hair

extensions. I never really had a favorite type of girl, but I knew this one's flirting

was useless. She leaned in closer, her bubblegum breath filling my nostrils.

"No," I said sweetly, "but I think you should have one yourself." Her little grin

faltered faster than you could say 'hoe,' and she gave me a mean look as she

stalked off. The plane started shaking more, and I took deep breaths to calm

down. The beautiful brown haired girl came out of the bathroom then, still looking

at her feet. I decided to ignore my fear and help her to her seat.

"Hi," I said to her. She looked up at me, the same confused look in her eyes, but

after a few seconds of staring at me, she smiled.

"Hello," she said. Even her voice was beautiful, like the classical music I liked to

listen to.

"I'm Edward." I held my hand out to her. She looked at my hand for a second,

and then held hers up to show me that it was still wet from washing them.

"I'm sorry. It's Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella," she said. Her smile lit up

the whole plane cab. Her name was fitting…Italian for 'beautiful'. I was about to

tell her this, but the plane suddenly jerked violently and we were thrown to the

ground. I guarded her with my arms to make sure she didn't get hurt. I heard

loud beeping and screaming. The plane was shaking violently, and we started

rolling around crazily. The breathing machines popped out of the ceiling and I

gripped Bella with one arm and the bottom of a seat with the other. It was hard

to breathe, and I couldn't see straight, I was so dizzy. I managed to yell

something to Bella about holding on to me, and she gripped my waist. I held my

breath in my lungs, gripped onto the seat for dear life, and prayed that we would

be okay.

Because we were going down.

Chapter Two

BPOV

Yesterday I would have sworn on my life that Mike Newton was the most

aggravating man in the entire world. Today, however, I was positive, without a

doubt, that Mike's own father had won that title by a long shot. I mean, who the

hell does he think he is, marching into my office, touching my possessions, and

telling me that he's scheduled me to travel to France for our magazine company?

I was surprised at first, because he never offered to let me travel with them for

work. Mike, Jr., was my boss, and his father was his boss, so that would make

Michael my "big-boss". So, I could not say no to this ridiculous trip.

Mike and his father were leaving before me to make sure everything in France

was in order for us. I would get there three days later on a plane leaving from my

Florida, just a few miles away from my hometown. I had only been on a plane

once, and that was when we moved from Arizona to Florida. I don't remember it

being pleasant, so my nerves were going a little out of whack. But going to Paris

would be a once in a lifetime experience, even if I was only going for work and no

play. I would be really sad if I never saw the outside of our appointed building. I

still couldn't figure out why Newton wanted to bring me; I didn't even know

French, but, as my friend Angela reminded me over and over again, I was a

workaholic who needed a damn break.

It was true. After my depressing breakup with Eric my senior year, I threw myself

into studying. I aced all my classes in college, and finished in only three years. I

was a twenty-two year old prodigy with no life and, even though I never admitted

it out loud, no happiness. Sure, my parents always made me feel a little better,

but they had each other to be happy with, Angela had Ben, and I had…no one. I

had no extracurricular activities, no siblings, and no real friends to hang out with.

I had Angela, but like I said, Angela had Ben. I didn't know what my problem

was. I knew I didn't want a boyfriend since my relationship with Eric had ended

so badly. I was so heartbroken at the texts I found from some girl in his biology

class. Hmpf. Biology, how ironic.

I didn't get along with people easily because I was so shy, plus people tended to

dislike me because I always corrected when they were wrong. Hey, I'm a

perfectionist, and it's not my fault people need to go back to high school and

learn how to talk correctly.

I decided that when the time came, I would just take a sleeping pill to knock

myself out on the plane and just sleep through the entire flight. Well, if I grew

the guts. I had a problem with taking medicine ever since my grandmother took

medication and fell asleep while driving.

I had started packing everything from my office that I would need in France when

I heard a jovial voice enter my office.

"Bells!" Mike Newton said excitedly, "My dad just told me you're coming with us

to Paris!" I smiled at him, though it probably came off as more of a grimace. I

was not looking forward to spending a few nights in a hotel room right next to

his.

"Yeah. I just hope we're not stuck in an office the entire time we're there," I said

while stuffing papers into my briefcase.

"Nah, Dad says we're gonna have dinner on the Eiffel Tower one of the nights

we're there. I think I'll rent a moped, and you and I can ride on it through the

streets at night," he said, his face lighting up.

I internally groaned. Sure, it was a sweet idea, but wasn't it also romantic? I

never wanted to hear the words 'romantic' and 'Mike' in a sentence, especially if I

was involved. But he was my boss, and I had to act nice.

"Sounds good, Mike. Listen, I have a lot of stuff to do, and if I don't finish by

tomorrow, I'll never get it finished in time, so…" I trailed off, politely throwing

him out of my room. He nodded and smiled his goofy grin, and thankfully left

without another word. It had been a lie. I was almost finished packing. And I

didn't have much clothes at home, mostly I just wore the same outfits over and

over- jeans and a T-shirt, so it wouldn't take any time at all to pack my stuff at

home.

I sighed. Mike and the others were leaving tomorrow, so that gave me an extra

few free days of nothing to do. I hated my days off more than I hated my

working days. I would rather be paid to be flirted with all day than to sit at my

boring house alone and doing absolutely nothing.

Would my life always be this monotone?

"Please be careful, Sweetheart," my mom's worried voice over the phone made

me feel bad for not telling my parents about my trip sooner. I had put it off and

put it off, knowing that they would worry.

"Mom, I'm going to be fine. I'll be with the Newtons the whole time. And I can

take care of myself," I added. I heard the announcement for my flight on the

intercom. "I'm sorry, I have to go, Mom. Do you want me to call you when my

plane lands?"

"You better," she said, "I love you, Isabella."

"I love you, too. Try not to worry too much. Bye, Mom." I snapped my cell shut

and headed for the area I was supposed to go in. It had been so long since I had

been on a plane, and I was getting the goose bumps.

My suitcase was loaded and I was seated towards the middle next to some fat

and stinky guy, and the next thing I knew, we were off. I held onto my armrests

and tried to slow my erratic heart beat. I looked around the plane, trying to find

things to distract me. It was a good thing I wasn't next to the window, because

then I would have been totally freaking out.

Ten minutes later the stinky fat guy was out. So was the old lady on the other

side of me. I knew it was impossible for me to fall asleep, so I just laid my head

back and tried to watch the movie playing on the little screens. It was P.S. I Love

You, and I cried when it ended. At the start of another movie, I heard a low noise

that sounded very much like a…fart?

And then I smelled it. Ugh. The stinky fat guy sitting next to me was farting in his

sleep! The old woman sitting next to me had awoken sometime during the movie,

and was now looking at me curiously. I realized that she could smell the farts,

too, and she thought I was the one passing gas by the look on her face. Her

wrinkled nose was even more wrinkled with disgust.

"Oh, no, that wasn't me, that was him," I said quickly, pointing my finger at the

guy next to me. Her eyebrows came together and she frowned at me.

"It was him," I repeated, gesturing toward the guy again.

"What?" she practically yelled. Oh great, she can't hear me, but she can certainly

smell. I groaned.

"Such rude teenagers these days! Why, if I ever did that with people around in

my day, my father would have whipped me!" she said. My jaw dropped open.

"I am not a teenager! AND I DID NOT FART!" I yelled in frustration. People

started looking at me like I was crazy. It didn't do any good, either, because the

old lady still didn't hear me. I groaned and got out of my seat, heading for the

bathroom, getting away from the smell and the crazy lady. I realized this was a

bad idea as I had trouble trying to stay up. Not wanting to make an even bigger

fool of myself by tripping, I kept my eyes on my feet to make sure I didn't fall.

Suddenly I had the hugest urge to look up. Something was telling me to. Then I

locked gazes with the most beautiful pair of green eyes I had ever seen and a

complete mess of strange bronze hair. He was beautiful, with a strong jaw and

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