Disclaimer for the whole story: I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight.


I couldn't believe they were making me do this. Hell, I couldn't believe that I had agreed to this.

Emmett and Jasper were dead meat. Sure, Emmett was my brother and Jasper was my cousin, but it didn't mean they had to poke their nose into all of my affairs.

I don't do this. I never do this. I never go out in public, apart from school. I never socialize.

I would rather be at home under the covers with a nice book.

Living here in Forks had its pro's and con's. For instance, there was not much to do in this dull town. That was a con. But what people did not know was that it was my personal pro. A reason for not wanting to leave my apartment.

I ran my fingers through my already messy hair, contemplating whether I should tell Emmett and Jasper I wanted to go or not.

And that was when I saw her. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.

Pale, ivory skin. Long, beautiful brown hair. A skinny bodice. Dressed very casual, not like half the girls in this town.

She caught me looking at her and I quickly lowered my head to avoid embarrassment.

Like a girl like that could ever like a guy like me.


I hated the cold weather in this gloomy little town. Every time it rained, I looked like a drowned rat.

Today there was no rain, just a light wind. Thank the heavens.

I stepped into the tiny cafe, which wasn't far from the apartment I shared with my best friend Alice.

It was small, quiet. Very much like Forks.

"Hi, can I have a small decaffe, please?" I asked the server.

He nodded and got to work on it straight away.

I looked around the small cafe, taking my mind off of the server who was eyeing me up.

Every body in the cafe seemed to be in their small little group. Laughing amongst themselves. They fit in here.

I head froze as I made eye contract with a pair of bright green emerald eyes.

They belonged to a man, who looked about my age. He had not as much muscles to the big burly man next to him. But he was skinnier than the blonde guy on his other side.

Gorgeous, messy, reddish-brown hair that looked out of place – that I wanted to run my hands through it straight away.

His face was statuesque, like a sculptor made it.

I found myself practically drooling at the sight of him, and he looked down.

Probably grossed out by the sight of me.

I shrugged, and stared back at the counter. But three voices caught me attention.

"Emmett! What are you doing?" A velvety voice hissed.

I looked up and saw that the bronze haired god appeared to be angry at the two men on either side of him.

"Come on, Edward! Don't think we didn't see you! You were drooling over her! And she looked to be doing the same to you!" The burly man, whose name was Emmett, told the bronze haired god called Edward.

Edward. It suited him, I smiled to myself.

"Edward, come on. Just give it a shot. You'll never know what might happen if you keep on playing safe all of the time. Just talk to her, anything!" The blonde man whispered not so lowly.

"Miss? Your coffee is ready." The server said, bringing me out of my eavesdropping.

"Thank you," I smiled, paying him.

"My name is Mike by the way. And you are..?"

"Bella." I replied, bored by his lack of good conversation.

"Bella. So, Bella, would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?" Mike asked me.

"Oh, uh.." I trailed off, fumbling for words.

"Mikey! How's it going?" Emmett appeared on one side of me.

"Uh.." Mike stumbled.

"You know, Mike, it's not very nice to hit on poor, unsuspecting girls," The blonde haired man said on the other side of me.

"Nonsense, Mike. We all know that whenever you lay your eyes on a new girl in town, the only thing you want is to get into her pants." Emmett laughed.

"What? No! I, uh.."

"Hush, Mike. Tell me uh..?" Emmett said, waving his arm for my name.

"Bella." I replied.

"Bella. Do you want to have sex with him?" The blonde man asked.

My eyes widened at that thought. Not of sex. But sex with Mike.

"God, no." I said quietly.

The blonde man and Emmett both laughed and wrapped their arms around my shoulders.

"So you see Mike, she wants nothing to do with you physically and probably not even verbally. So you can go back to stealing tips. Bye." Emmett grinned.

Mike looked like somebody had took his candy bar, and stormed off.

"Thanks for that guys." I laughed.

"No problem. Anything for a pretty lady." The blonde man smiled.

I nodded and began to make my way out of the cafe.

"Uh, Bella?" Emmett called, and I stopped, looking back.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Would you like to have coffee with us, and my brother?" Emmett asked.

"So, you guys are into threesome's are something?" I snorted.

The blonde man and Emmett both laughed.

"No, we just figured that you're new in town and we figured that you could use a friendly face." Jasper said coolly.

I smiled and nodded as I accepted their proposal.

"I'm Emmett by the way, and this is Jasper," Emmett said, waving to his friend. And I nodded.

We made our way to the table and stopped in front of Edward.

"Eddie! This is Bella. We just saved her from the evil clutches of Mike Newton." Emmett said loudly, that I'm sure even Mike heard it himself.

Edward cracked a little smile, which made me smile in return.

"Bella, this is Edward. You have to forgive him, he's a little shy." Jasper said.

I nodded, and the three of us sat down.

"Hey, Emmett. We need to go and meet Rosalie. Remember, she told us to meet us right now?" Jasper asked Emmett.

"We do? Oh, we do!" Emmett said, after Jasper had kicked his foot for whatever reason.

"Do you guys want me to come to?" Edward asked.

"Nah, you stay here Eddie! We won't be long!" Emmett grinned, and him and Jasper ran out of the cafe like two little schoolgirls.

Once we were alone, we were stuck in an awkward silence.

"Well, that was weird." I giggled nervously.

Edward just smiled.

Hmm. I would have to try to crack him.

"Are they always like that?" I asked.

He shrugged, "More or less."

I nodded, bowing my head down to my drink.

"You're not from around here, are you?" His velvet voice finally asked.

I shook my head. "No. I'm originally from Arizona."

"It must be difficult for you. Getting used to the cold and all."

"It's okay. It doesn't bother me." I lied.

"Liar." He smirked.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised." I sighed.

"Surprised about what?" Edward asked curiously.

"That you can tell I'm lying. I haven't met one person who can't see straight through me."

"Well, I can tell when you're lying, but I can't see right through you. You're very.. difficult to read." He said, the last part more to himself.

I smiled. "Well, at there's someone who can't read me like a book. I'm sorry that you had to be that person." I chuckled.

"It's quite alright," He chuckled back, "I quite enjoy talking to you.

"Me too." I smiled.

"What about you? Are you from here too, or..?" I asked, curious.

He nodded, "Yes. I have lived here most of my life. I was born here, went to school here. And here I am, in college, and still living in plain old Forks." He grumbled.

"You don't sound like you like it here very much. Why not move?"

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"There are some.. difficulties about me leaving by myself."

I didn't want to press on, so I just nodded.

We kept it at a safe conversation. But I noticed, I told him more about myself than he told me more about him.

Maybe he was shy, as Jasper had said.

I told about my mother divorcing my father and then bringing me to Arizona. And then after high school, she moved back to Forks, but I stayed in Arizona for a while. And then, I came back here last month.

I told him about my best friend Alice. He seemed quite.. scared by her, which; I had to admit, people could be.

He seemed genuinely interesting about my life, hanging onto every single world.

He was also interested in the little things also – my favourite band, my favourite food, etc.

Time seemed to pass easily when I was around Edward. I could find myself getting addicted to him.

"Eddie! Time to go!" Emmett's voice boomed throughout the cafe.

"Emmett, where's Rosalie?" Edward smirked.

Emmett froze, and Jasper burst out in laughter – which Edward and I joined in.

When the laughter died down, my face fell.

He had to go. Well, I suppose I couldn't keep him to myself forever.

"What's wrong?" Edward whispered.

"You have to go," I said, sadness echoing through my voice.

"Well, I guess I better. Wouldn't want Esme to be mad at us." Edward sighed.

"Esme?" I asked.

Who was this Esme? His wife, girlfriend?

"It's Edward and I's mother." Emmett said, recognizing my worry.

I nodded and relaxed a little.

I didn't know why I was so worried that Edward might not be available, we just met.

But Edward did not stand up; instead, he was pushing on something.

I didn't realize it until he came to the side of the table.

I stood up and what I saw shocked me.

Edward was in a wheelchair.

It didn't look like he could walk. He had legs, yes. But they probably hadn't been used in a long time.

My shock must have shown greatly on my face because what he must have saw, and the look on his face, it was not a happy one.

"Let's go, guys." Edward grumbled, anger clear in his tone. And he began wheeling to the exit.

"Edward! Wait!" I called.

He wheeled back to look my in the face. "Just leave it alone, Bella. I don't need your shock, I don't need your pity, I don't need your help. And I certainly do not need you." He emphasized the last word and wheeled out of the cafe.

Emmett and Jasper both gave me sympathetic looks and ran after him.

My face felt flushed as I sank back down into my chair.

I didn't know.

Hey all! I came up with this idea yesterday, and searched on here and didn't really find any fanfiction like this, so I decided to give it a go! What do you guys think so far? Good enough to keep going? ^^ I can't promise this will be what you expect/want in a fanfic, but I'll do my best to please! :)