Twilight!Footie!verse is HERE!
Well, since seven people voted for me to do this, I have the first chapter of what I'm calling Twilight!Footie!verse all typed up. It's nothing special, nothing much, but it's the first chapter. So, here goes nothing.
Title: Twilight!Footie!verse
Explanation: It's Twilight with footballers/soccer players essentially. The main characters have become world-class footballers. It's the same story, but with different names and slightly different personalities. :)
Rating: I have no idea, but I'll go with PG-13 for now. To be safe. There may be some swearing later on is all.
Summary: If you've read Twilight, it's the exact same thing. EXACT. I'm taking the basic plot and making it slightly less camp-y and a bit more "readable", at least for those of us who happen to be grammar nerds. So yeah, human girl moves to small town and falls in love with a vampire boy. =D
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS. IT IS IMPORTANT. I own none of these characters. The prototypes are based off of Stephenie Meyer's creations, and even though they have different names, most of the personality quirks are the same. And as for the guys...no, I don't own them or their names. Unfortunately. I am not writing this to make fun of anything or anyone. I truly enjoyed reading the book, it was good fun. Campy, and cheesy, but fun. I'm just "re-writing" it, as it were. I am not seeking any kind of monetary gain or anything like that, just have a little fun and write something involving people I like and admire. NO HARM IS INTENDED. The writing itself however, is mine, even the dialog. No copy-paste for me, so if you DO decide to quote this, please credit me. Or something. I don't even know how this stuff works since plot itself isn't mine [can I even DO this?]. Meh.
Your guide to who's who, if you're familiar with neither the Twilight universe or the footie universe.
Twilight || T!F!V
Charlie Swan || Steven Gerrard
Bella Swan || Bella Gerrard
Phil || John Terry
Carlisle Cullen || Xabi Alonso
Esme Cullen || Esmeralda Alonso
Edward Cullen || Víctor Alonso [Valdés]
Emmett Cullen || Iker Alonso [Casillas]
Alice Cullen || Alicia Alonso
Jasper Hale || Xavi Hernández
Rosalie Hale || Rosa Hernández
Mike Newton || Bojan Krkic
*More will be added if needed. Any names not mentioned stayed the same. I will also try to add picture links at some point for visual references.*
I'm going to put out another word of warning. If you know nothing about Twilight it might be a good idea to not read this, as it will be ripe with spoilers. If, however, you really don't care, then by all means, go right ahead and read. :)
1
Part of me really didn't want to leave Phoenix. I'd spent most of my life here, all my friends were here. But my mother had to go run off with her soccer player boyfriend John Terry, leaving me virtually stranded. She'd ended up buying me a ticket to Washington State where my dad was living. I remembered visiting his town Forks, in a heavily forested part of the country, surrounded by nothing but trees and mountains, and there was never a sun to be seen. I'd maybe seen the sun once every summer I'd spent there. But as it was, I had nothing left. No life in Arizona, no life anywhere. Except that tiny little podunk town in which my father worked as chief of police.
I had no idea what would happen once I got there. I only had a school to attend and that was it; no car, no cell phone. I did, however, make a mental note to my mother thanking her for at least having the brains to abandon me before the school year had actually started.
The plane finally arrived into airspace over Port Angeles, a larger tourist town an hour away from Forks. The small prop jet's wheels touched down on the runway, shaking and stuttering, and I was extremely grateful for the strong stomach I'd apparently inherited from my dad, although it barely held up. My ears were throbbing with pain, however, there was nothing I could have done about that. It took about five minutes for me to exit the plan, and once inside the tiny shack of an airport I found my father, Steven. He wrapped his arms around me, nearly hoisting me up off the ground. I must have had this incredibly uncomfortable look on my face because people were staring.
“Dad,” I grunted, “people are staring.” He let go, and patted my head as he used to do when I was five.
“I'm just glad to see you, honey. How long's it been?” I shrugged. I grabbed my suitcases as they came in on the luggage belt before I answered him.
“A while.” I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I wasn't in the mood for any kind of conversation, really. I felt bad for him, he couldn't help it my mom had taken me away from him when they divorced ten years ago and hadn't been able to keep a boyfriend since.
“So what have you been up to, how's Phoenix? How's your mother?” I shrugged again, following him out to the car.
“Dad. You had to bring the cruiser,” I said, catching sight of the black vehicle with the lights on top.
“It's the only car I have, Bella,” he replied, placing my suitcases in the back of the trunk. I groaned. It was so embarrassing being seen in that thing. But as long as he didn't actually turn on the lights and siren I supposed I could handle it.
“I haven't been up to much, I'm here because Mom left again with one of her new boyfriends and figured she'd put me somewhere more stable. I actually agreed...” I trailed off. It wasn't like I wanted to be here, but I had to admit, it had to be better than Phoenix where pretty much everyone knew me as the girl whose mother was never around and who dated all the high school gym teachers she could.
“I'm really sorry, Bells,” he said after an awkward silence, using the nickname for me he'd used since the day I was born.
“It's not your fault, Dad.”
“I know, I just...I felt that I should have known better, that I should have done something sooner about you--”
“Dad,” I cut him off. “It's fine. Whatever makes her happy I guess. I just...I really don't want to talk about it right now.”
“Sure, honey.”
There was silence for about fifteen minutes, during which I leaned my head against the window and watched tree after tree pass by.
“Oh, by the way, I got you a little something,” he said finally, breaking the silence. I sighed with relief. I turned to look at him.
“What is it? My birthday's in November,” I asked. He dug around his pockets a bit, and took out a set of keys.
“Dad-- you didn't--”
“I did. I got it good and cheap so don't even worry about paying me back. I'm just excited to have you with me.”
I would have reached over and hugged him, but didn't want him to take his eyes off the road and crash into the thousands of trees that still lined the highway.
“You actually bought me a car?”
“Well, it's more of a truck...it'll do I suppose.” I smiled.
“Thanks. Any other surprises or gifts I need to know about?”
“Not really. I got you all registered; I'll drive by the school so you know where it is. It's been rebuilt so you won't recognize the building from the last time you were here.”
“Has Forks actually grown?”
“No, but the town just decided it need a new high school.” Well, what else did they have to spend their tax dollars on? Lumberjacks?
“Ah.”
“I would have gotten you a cell phone too but there's no reception out there.” Figured. Thanks, Dad, you had to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere where there's never any sun and with no cell phone reception. I love you too. At least I had a car. Or a truck. Or whatever it would turn out to be.
We finally arrived at the house, after an agonizing hour of small talk and catch-up. There wasn't much to catch up on, really, he was chief of police in a town with an exceptionally low crime rate, and I was a typical high school student with a few friends and a crazy mother. I hoped there was at least internet at the house because I needed some way to contact my friends. Goodness knows if I would be actually able to make friends with people my Senior year of high school at a new school.
I helped my dad get my suitcases out of the car and wheeled them into the house. He showed me to my room after the suitcases were lugged up a full flight of stairs; it was the room I'd stayed in when I'd go up with my mom during the summers between the divorce and up until three years ago, when I no longer decided I liked Forks. More because of the ambience than because of my dad; I'd always begged him to move because I just couldn't stand it, but he never did, claiming that his life was up there and he couldn't bear to leave it. And there I was, living with him. Hooray. Funny how life turned out. After we'd dropped my bags off in my room, I peeked out the window to check the view, and that's when I noticed the bright red pick-up in the driveway. I assumed that would be the truck that Dad had gotten me for little to nothing. Frankly, it kind of looked like it, but it would do. I wasn't about to walk to school. It was a few blocks down from the cul-de-sac where the house was, but a block in Forks was about a mile long, so beat-up red pick-up or not, it was a vehicle, and I'd need it. Gas mileage worried me, but I didn't think I'd need to get very far anyway. No matter how badly I wanted to at that point.
Dad had outfitted my room with a PC, and when I went downstairs to ask him about it, he explained that all they had in the area was dial-up. I groaned, probably quite loudly, as he turned from the basketball game he was watching to look at me. I let my eyes fall to the floor in an apology. So they had cable out here, just not cable internet. What fun.
I had about three days to get settled in before school started. I unpacked my things and rearranged my room a bit, then Dad showed me around town, to the guys down at the station, and then we went grocery shopping. He wasn't a terrible cook; the years alone really did serve him well. I was just worried about getting stuck in a rut, so I offered to help with dinner that night, even though he was probably a better cook than I was. I could make a mean macaroni and cheese, but that didn't exactly require much skill.... Still, I found a recipe for some kind of spaghetti in a cookbook Mom must have left behind and tried to follow it as best I could. I actually didn't fail, though I apologized profusely for whatever had done wrong.
“It's really good, Bella, thanks,” was all he said. It was then that I noticed that whenever he concentrated on something, or was just intent, his forehead made this odd crease that made the skin bulge out. I sincerely hoped it was something that came with age and was genetic...and that was one part of the genetic lottery I hoped would never reach me. I'd been blessed enough so far, getting the right amount of my dad and my mom. My dad had fair, blonde-ish hair, while my mother's was darker. I got a mix; it was neither blonde nor brown, so it ended up this mousy brown color that often ended up passing for a very dark blonde. I wasn't a particular fan, but wasn't in the mood to fix it. I did inherit my dad's blue eyes though, I was glad about that. On the negative end of the genetic stick, I did inherit my father's pasty white English skin. Woe. Ten minutes in the sun and I would turn lobster red. Sunscreen was my savior. Maybe Forks would be better for me in that regard. I'd spent more summers writhing in sunburnt agony in Phoenix that I didn't even know what it was like to have never experienced a sunburn.
We sat in silence for the entire duration of the meal, which I felt kind of bad about, but it wasn't my fault either way. We just...had nothing to say, really. I helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then I headed upstairs to shower. I had my first day of school tomorrow, and I was going to try my luck at the soccer team afterwards. I needed all the strength I could get.
Title: Twilight!Footie!verse
Explanation: It's Twilight with footballers/soccer players essentially. The main characters have become world-class footballers. It's the same story, but with different names and slightly different personalities. :)
Rating: I have no idea, but I'll go with PG-13 for now. To be safe. There may be some swearing later on is all.
Summary: If you've read Twilight, it's the exact same thing. EXACT. I'm taking the basic plot and making it slightly less camp-y and a bit more "readable", at least for those of us who happen to be grammar nerds. So yeah, human girl moves to small town and falls in love with a vampire boy. =D
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS. IT IS IMPORTANT. I own none of these characters. The prototypes are based off of Stephenie Meyer's creations, and even though they have different names, most of the personality quirks are the same. And as for the guys...no, I don't own them or their names. Unfortunately. I am not writing this to make fun of anything or anyone. I truly enjoyed reading the book, it was good fun. Campy, and cheesy, but fun. I'm just "re-writing" it, as it were. I am not seeking any kind of monetary gain or anything like that, just have a little fun and write something involving people I like and admire. NO HARM IS INTENDED. The writing itself however, is mine, even the dialog. No copy-paste for me, so if you DO decide to quote this, please credit me. Or something. I don't even know how this stuff works since plot itself isn't mine [can I even DO this?]. Meh.
Your guide to who's who, if you're familiar with neither the Twilight universe or the footie universe.
Twilight || T!F!V
Charlie Swan || Steven Gerrard
Bella Swan || Bella Gerrard
Phil || John Terry
Carlisle Cullen || Xabi Alonso
Esme Cullen || Esmeralda Alonso
Edward Cullen || Víctor Alonso [Valdés]
Emmett Cullen || Iker Alonso [Casillas]
Alice Cullen || Alicia Alonso
Jasper Hale || Xavi Hernández
Rosalie Hale || Rosa Hernández
Mike Newton || Bojan Krkic
*More will be added if needed. Any names not mentioned stayed the same. I will also try to add picture links at some point for visual references.*
I'm going to put out another word of warning. If you know nothing about Twilight it might be a good idea to not read this, as it will be ripe with spoilers. If, however, you really don't care, then by all means, go right ahead and read. :)
1
Part of me really didn't want to leave Phoenix. I'd spent most of my life here, all my friends were here. But my mother had to go run off with her soccer player boyfriend John Terry, leaving me virtually stranded. She'd ended up buying me a ticket to Washington State where my dad was living. I remembered visiting his town Forks, in a heavily forested part of the country, surrounded by nothing but trees and mountains, and there was never a sun to be seen. I'd maybe seen the sun once every summer I'd spent there. But as it was, I had nothing left. No life in Arizona, no life anywhere. Except that tiny little podunk town in which my father worked as chief of police.
I had no idea what would happen once I got there. I only had a school to attend and that was it; no car, no cell phone. I did, however, make a mental note to my mother thanking her for at least having the brains to abandon me before the school year had actually started.
The plane finally arrived into airspace over Port Angeles, a larger tourist town an hour away from Forks. The small prop jet's wheels touched down on the runway, shaking and stuttering, and I was extremely grateful for the strong stomach I'd apparently inherited from my dad, although it barely held up. My ears were throbbing with pain, however, there was nothing I could have done about that. It took about five minutes for me to exit the plan, and once inside the tiny shack of an airport I found my father, Steven. He wrapped his arms around me, nearly hoisting me up off the ground. I must have had this incredibly uncomfortable look on my face because people were staring.
“Dad,” I grunted, “people are staring.” He let go, and patted my head as he used to do when I was five.
“I'm just glad to see you, honey. How long's it been?” I shrugged. I grabbed my suitcases as they came in on the luggage belt before I answered him.
“A while.” I wasn't in the mood for small talk. I wasn't in the mood for any kind of conversation, really. I felt bad for him, he couldn't help it my mom had taken me away from him when they divorced ten years ago and hadn't been able to keep a boyfriend since.
“So what have you been up to, how's Phoenix? How's your mother?” I shrugged again, following him out to the car.
“Dad. You had to bring the cruiser,” I said, catching sight of the black vehicle with the lights on top.
“It's the only car I have, Bella,” he replied, placing my suitcases in the back of the trunk. I groaned. It was so embarrassing being seen in that thing. But as long as he didn't actually turn on the lights and siren I supposed I could handle it.
“I haven't been up to much, I'm here because Mom left again with one of her new boyfriends and figured she'd put me somewhere more stable. I actually agreed...” I trailed off. It wasn't like I wanted to be here, but I had to admit, it had to be better than Phoenix where pretty much everyone knew me as the girl whose mother was never around and who dated all the high school gym teachers she could.
“I'm really sorry, Bells,” he said after an awkward silence, using the nickname for me he'd used since the day I was born.
“It's not your fault, Dad.”
“I know, I just...I felt that I should have known better, that I should have done something sooner about you--”
“Dad,” I cut him off. “It's fine. Whatever makes her happy I guess. I just...I really don't want to talk about it right now.”
“Sure, honey.”
There was silence for about fifteen minutes, during which I leaned my head against the window and watched tree after tree pass by.
“Oh, by the way, I got you a little something,” he said finally, breaking the silence. I sighed with relief. I turned to look at him.
“What is it? My birthday's in November,” I asked. He dug around his pockets a bit, and took out a set of keys.
“Dad-- you didn't--”
“I did. I got it good and cheap so don't even worry about paying me back. I'm just excited to have you with me.”
I would have reached over and hugged him, but didn't want him to take his eyes off the road and crash into the thousands of trees that still lined the highway.
“You actually bought me a car?”
“Well, it's more of a truck...it'll do I suppose.” I smiled.
“Thanks. Any other surprises or gifts I need to know about?”
“Not really. I got you all registered; I'll drive by the school so you know where it is. It's been rebuilt so you won't recognize the building from the last time you were here.”
“Has Forks actually grown?”
“No, but the town just decided it need a new high school.” Well, what else did they have to spend their tax dollars on? Lumberjacks?
“Ah.”
“I would have gotten you a cell phone too but there's no reception out there.” Figured. Thanks, Dad, you had to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere where there's never any sun and with no cell phone reception. I love you too. At least I had a car. Or a truck. Or whatever it would turn out to be.
We finally arrived at the house, after an agonizing hour of small talk and catch-up. There wasn't much to catch up on, really, he was chief of police in a town with an exceptionally low crime rate, and I was a typical high school student with a few friends and a crazy mother. I hoped there was at least internet at the house because I needed some way to contact my friends. Goodness knows if I would be actually able to make friends with people my Senior year of high school at a new school.
I helped my dad get my suitcases out of the car and wheeled them into the house. He showed me to my room after the suitcases were lugged up a full flight of stairs; it was the room I'd stayed in when I'd go up with my mom during the summers between the divorce and up until three years ago, when I no longer decided I liked Forks. More because of the ambience than because of my dad; I'd always begged him to move because I just couldn't stand it, but he never did, claiming that his life was up there and he couldn't bear to leave it. And there I was, living with him. Hooray. Funny how life turned out. After we'd dropped my bags off in my room, I peeked out the window to check the view, and that's when I noticed the bright red pick-up in the driveway. I assumed that would be the truck that Dad had gotten me for little to nothing. Frankly, it kind of looked like it, but it would do. I wasn't about to walk to school. It was a few blocks down from the cul-de-sac where the house was, but a block in Forks was about a mile long, so beat-up red pick-up or not, it was a vehicle, and I'd need it. Gas mileage worried me, but I didn't think I'd need to get very far anyway. No matter how badly I wanted to at that point.
Dad had outfitted my room with a PC, and when I went downstairs to ask him about it, he explained that all they had in the area was dial-up. I groaned, probably quite loudly, as he turned from the basketball game he was watching to look at me. I let my eyes fall to the floor in an apology. So they had cable out here, just not cable internet. What fun.
I had about three days to get settled in before school started. I unpacked my things and rearranged my room a bit, then Dad showed me around town, to the guys down at the station, and then we went grocery shopping. He wasn't a terrible cook; the years alone really did serve him well. I was just worried about getting stuck in a rut, so I offered to help with dinner that night, even though he was probably a better cook than I was. I could make a mean macaroni and cheese, but that didn't exactly require much skill.... Still, I found a recipe for some kind of spaghetti in a cookbook Mom must have left behind and tried to follow it as best I could. I actually didn't fail, though I apologized profusely for whatever had done wrong.
“It's really good, Bella, thanks,” was all he said. It was then that I noticed that whenever he concentrated on something, or was just intent, his forehead made this odd crease that made the skin bulge out. I sincerely hoped it was something that came with age and was genetic...and that was one part of the genetic lottery I hoped would never reach me. I'd been blessed enough so far, getting the right amount of my dad and my mom. My dad had fair, blonde-ish hair, while my mother's was darker. I got a mix; it was neither blonde nor brown, so it ended up this mousy brown color that often ended up passing for a very dark blonde. I wasn't a particular fan, but wasn't in the mood to fix it. I did inherit my dad's blue eyes though, I was glad about that. On the negative end of the genetic stick, I did inherit my father's pasty white English skin. Woe. Ten minutes in the sun and I would turn lobster red. Sunscreen was my savior. Maybe Forks would be better for me in that regard. I'd spent more summers writhing in sunburnt agony in Phoenix that I didn't even know what it was like to have never experienced a sunburn.
We sat in silence for the entire duration of the meal, which I felt kind of bad about, but it wasn't my fault either way. We just...had nothing to say, really. I helped him clear the table and load the dishwasher. Then I headed upstairs to shower. I had my first day of school tomorrow, and I was going to try my luck at the soccer team afterwards. I needed all the strength I could get.