It's been awhile since I update, huh? If I have any readers out there, thank you for sticking with me. If I managed to find new readers, welcome you. Life has been fairly busy between work, school, and other changes that have happened to me. So I will try to update within reason, no more year and a half absence again. Anyways, enjoy.


On Paper
by Nollie Marie

Chapter Seven

Latte

Bella's POV

"Bella, please confirm with Devon and Co. for a meeting about eleven am, I will be providing lunch," my boss said over the speaker on my phone.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, picking up the phone to dial the secretary for Devon and Co.'s CEO.

Angela sighed from the other desk besides mine, looking bored. I smiled, feeling exactly the same way. Angela open her eyes, gave me a quick smile, before crossing her eyes and sticking out her tongue. I laughed, shaking my head, and turned towards my desk two seconds after I heard my cell phone rang.

I answered the phone with a "hello?" after glancing quickly at the caller ID and not recognizing the number there.

"Hi, is this Bella?"

I blinked. "This is she," I said, turning towards my computer, holding carefully the phone between my ear and my shoulder, as a little blimp on the bottom of my screen showed I had just received an email from someone.

"Hi Bella! This is Alice!"

I smiled and started typing out a response. "Hi Alice, um, how are you?"

"I'm wonderful, thank you for asking. And you?"

"I'm okay, just at work."

"Ah, have you taken your lunch break yet?"

"Uh, no, no I haven't. Why?"

"Would you like to join me for lunch. There is this little coffee shop near the college that I have been wanting to try out."

"Sure, I think I know which one you're talking about," I said.

"Cool, meet you there at, say, at eleven-thirty?"

"Sure, that's fine."

Alice gave me the address to the coffee shop, just to make sure that I knew the exact one since there was a couple coffee places near the college.

"Oh, um, Alice," I said quickly before she hung up.

"Yes?"

"Exactly how did you get my number?"

I heard Alice laugh before answering my question.

"Rosalie," was all she said. Ah, that made sense. I had given Rosalie my cell number before Alice had arrived at Jacob's party.

I said good bye to Alice and finished the email I started writing before Alice called.

"Who was that?" Angela asked, leaning towards me.

"Oh, someone I meet this past weekend at my neighbor's party. She asked me out for lunch."

Angela smiled. "Good, about time you went out for lunch for a change."

I gaped at her, not believing what she just said. Angela just shrugged, smiling still, and reached out to answer her ringing phone.

I left exactly ten minutes until the time I was suppose to meet Alice. It wasn't a long drive to the coffee shop, so I arrived early. Alice was nowhere in sight, so I decided to go and order something with caffeine. It was going to be a long day after all.

The guy at the counter was cute, probably nineteen, who tried to flirt with me as I ordered my double mocha latte. If he were four more years older, with sex hair, and knew exactly how to treat women, maybe I would consider dating him, but the barista wasn't that type of guy worth my time. I'm sure there was some girl that would make him happy.

"Thanks," I muttered, taking the cup he placed on the counter.

"No problem, let me know if there is anything else I can do for you," he said before giving me a wink.

I fought a shiver and nodded. I turned away from the counter, not watching where I was going as I took a tiny sip of my drink—which I'll admit, wasn't that bad— and ran smack into someone. I gasped as the hot drink went spilling over the person I walked into.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I said as I heard a hiss. Oh lord, the latte was extremely hot too. I felt even worse when I saw that the guy was wearing a crème colored turtleneck sweater, which was now stained. I didn't even dare look down and see if my latte hit him anywhere in the…pelvis area or lower.

"It's okay," he muttered, his hands accepting the napkins offered to him by the barista with a thank you.

I looked up at his face and bit my lip. He looked like one of those rich guys, maybe a model. He had a reddish-brown hair, possible bronze in color that reminded me of a shiny penny, that stuck in many directions, as though it had a mind of its own. I couldn't see his eyes, but I bet they looked like gems just stuck into his head.

"Are you sure, you're alright?" I asked, feeling nearly as bad as if I just kicked someone's puppy.

Sure enough, I had to inhale as the guy looked up at me. His eyes were a deep green color, reminding me of an emerald ring that one of my teachers used to wear when I was in High School.

He smiled, causing my knees to turn into jelly. "I'm fine, I swear."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry about your sweater. Here, let me give you—"

"Really, it's alright," he said, laughing. "My sister was looking for an excuse to get me new clothes."

Sister? How old exactly was he that he needed his sister—?

"She tends to be pushy when it comes to clothes," he explained, probably sensing what I was about to ask. "I personally think that if the article of clothing isn't holey and does its job, I don't need to replace it. She doesn't understand that fact but she at least doesn't wait until I'm asleep and replace all my clothes like we use to do in high school."

I nodded, biting my lip.

"Seriously," he said, smiling. "I'm okay…although I probably should change."

I nodded again, feeling rather stupid. I watched him walk away, wondering if I would see him again. I'm not sure why I would want to see him again, considering I made a total fool of myself, but I did.

"Ma'am."

I turned around and saw that barista was holding out another latte for me, this one though was in a to-go cup that had a lid on it.

"Oh, you didn't have to make me another one," I said, taking it from him.

He shrugged, smiling slightly.

Well he wasn't exactly the type of guy I would date, but he was a good person none the less. I added another bill into his tip jar and headed over one of the little tables in the corner.

I didn't have to wait long until Alice showed up. I was sitting at the little table I picked for maybe three minutes when Alice walked in. She was talking very animated on her phone, a smile gracing her face. I gave a little wave when she turned to look around. She nodded once towards me, letting me know that she knew I was here, before nodding in the direction of the barista. I nodded. I could wait for her to order her drink.

I wasn't sure who she was on the phone with but the person must have been some friend because I heard one laugh and two snorts from Alice as she stood at the counter, waiting for her drink. I watched as she shrugged out of her long tan ladies' trench coat and a darker crème scarf, throwing both over one arm. I envied how Alice managed to take a long royal blue shirt and turn it into a dress just by adding the wide silver belt that was just under her bust. And add the flats that laced up her calves, she looked like she just stepped out of a designers' office.

Alice told whoever was on the phone that she had to go, snapping the little device shut, before thanking the barista for her drink. Adding a five into the tip jar, she turned around, drink in hand, to scan the room. I gave a little wave when her eyes landed on me.

"Hi!" She chirped, walking up to our table.

I rose enough to give her an slightly awkward hug, which she returned with enthusiasm, before sitting down.

"How are you?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink, which I noted with a hint of embarrassment, was in a normal in-house cup. I felt like I was two, drinking from a sippy cup in comparison to her.

"I'm good," I stated. It was partly true. "Just embarrassed myself but I'm good."

Alice raised an eyebrow and I could tell she was about to ask how I could have possibly embarrass myself when her phone gave a little bleep. Raising a finger as if to pause the conversation, she picks up her cell and glances at the screen. I watched as a little smile graced Alice's face before her fingers flied over the keyboard of her phone.

"Sorry," she said, placing her phone back down on the table. "That was my brother. He just arrived in town."

"Oh?" I asked. "Does he live here?"

Alice snorted. "He has an apartment here and claims it's his permanent address. However, like me, he's not always there."

I nodded, as if her explanation explained everything.

"He's a musician," she cleared up. "He pianist, though he does play other instruments. He's pretty good, actually. And I'm not saying that because I'm biased or anything." She winked causing me to laugh.

"He's a great guy, a wonderful brother," she said, after a moment to take a sip of her drink. "I don't get to see him often because he's always out of town for weeks at a time but when he is home it's because he's recording or something."

"Is he older than you?" I asked. There was too much pride in her voice, making me think that he was younger.

Alice nodded. "Yeah by like 14 months or something like that. We did everything together. When I was struggling with math, he'd help me out. He was really smart like that. And of course when he needed help, I was there for him."

"He sounded like a great guy," I said, taking a sip out of my to-go cup.

"Do you want to meet him?" she asked, leaning toward me.

I shrugged. Meet a famous guy who happens to be Alice's brother? I didn't see a reason why not. Alice smiled.

"Hey, I have to run to the ladies' room real quick," she stated, standing up. "He should be any minute so if you see a guy—" she raised her hand about two feet above her head "—this tall with wild hair, tell him I'll be right back."

However, before I could even get the last part of my question of asking Alice his name, she was off skipping to the ladies bathroom. I shook my head and took another sip of my drink. Wild hair she said right? My mind thought of the green eye guy from earlier. I blushed realizing where my thoughts were going. It was best not to let them drift in that direction.

Digging into my bag, I located the notebook, with the fresh paper teasing me. Giving it a quick glare, I located a pen at the bottom of my bag and started writing again.

She meet a stranger, all tall, dark, and handsome. And even after possibly burning him and thoroughly embarrassing herself fifteen different shades of red, she wanted nothing more than to see him again. Wanting nothing more than to stare into his lush green eyes that reminded her so much of the green vastness that surrounded her childhood home. Wanting nothing more than to strike a conversation and know more about him, his dreams, and his desires.

I looked over what I wrote again and sighed. Good Lord, I was pathetic sometimes. Sighing one more time, I closed the notebook again and stuffed it back into my bag as if the thing burned me. Lifting my cup again, I took a drink from my cup which was starting to cool down a bit now. I suddenly heard Alice laugh and glanced around.

I glanced quickly at Alice who was taking to a guy but did a double take when I saw exactly who she was talking to.

Green eyes, I thought, watching Alice take one of his hands into hers. Her smile could have taken up her entire face as she looked up at him. He laughed and I noticed he had, in fact, changed after my little spill.

Alice squealed and hugged him. After the two hugged until Alice begged him to put her down, she grabbed hold his arm and started to tug him towards my direction. I fought the need to hide under the table and remained where I was.

"Bella," Alice said, when the two of them were within five feet from the table. "I want you to meet my brother, Edward Cullen. Edward, this is my newest best friend, Isabella Swan."

I watched as Green Eyes—Edward Cullen as Alice introduced himself—smiled at me, offering me his hand.

"It's a pleasure to have met you again," he said.

And without warning, the sip I had taken before glancing around at Alice suddenly came spraying around of my mouth and causing me to start coughing.


So I have an outline for the next chapter ready and I'm hoping, as I said before, that I'll have it written and posted in a timely matter. Again to anyone who has stuck with this story despite having such a big gap between update! It's means a lot to me to sticking around.

Huggles,
Nollie