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I glanced at the street before me. My adoptive brothers and sisters were supposed to meet me here so we could spend the weekend at my parents' house, but they hadn't shown up. I people-watched for a while, but grew bored of it easily. I wasn't the most patient person. I tapped my foot incessantly, looked at my watch, and sighed. Just then, my phone rang. I glanced at the caller ID and picked up.
"Emmett, where are you guys?"
"Sorry bro, we got held up. We won't be able to make it today. How about next week?"
"NO!" came Alice's shrill voice. "It's going to snow next week! How are we supposed to shop and hunt and meet mom and dad in the snow?"
"Snow? Seriously, Alice? It's September!" Rosalie exclaimed.
"Trust me, I know!"
"Okay, okay, Alice," Jasper's voice soothed. "When will we go?"
"Weekend after next! It'll be perfect!"
"Okay guys, weekend after next it is."
"Fine. See you then," I said.
"Bye Edward!" they chorused. I chuckled and was about to end the call when Alice's voice rang out.
"Oh, and Edward, keep your eyes peeled. You're going to meet someone special today!"
Before I could ask what she meant, she had hung up. I just shook my head and chuckled. That was Alice for you.
I decided to grab a coffee on my way home. I glanced around, but couldn't see any coffee places. "Where are all the Starbucks when you need them?" I grumbled.
I was still looking when I saw a McDonalds. They sold coffee – it'd have to do.
I trudged into the restaurant, which was completely empty except for a girl behind the counter. Her head was inclined and she was staring off into space, so all I could see of her was the long, graceful column of her neck. I cleared my throat.
"Miss!" I waved my hand in front of her face. "Miss!"
Her head snapped up, and the first things I saw were her deep chocolate brown eyes. My breath caught in my throat, and I took in the rest of her face. She had long flowing brown hair and plump, pink, utterly kissable lips. As I was taking in her appearance, they most delicious-looking pink color spread across her cheeks. She shifted her hair over her shoulder, and the action sent a wave of freesia to me. I inhaled; the scent was absolutely mouthwatering.
"Oh, sorry, sir! You caught me daydreaming."
The sound of her voice left me speechless – it was the sweetest thing I had ever heard. Focus! I told myself. I listened to her and grimaced slightly at the word 'sir'. She couldn't have been much younger than me.
"Don't worry about it. And please call me Edward. 'Sir' makes me feel, I don't know, really old."
She giggled at me, and I smiled at the sound. "Whatever you say, Edward. Now, can I help you?" The sound of my name from her lips sent a shock through me. I could see this girl was different from others – no one had ever made me feel like this.
Yeah, I can think of some ways you can help me…
"Yes, I'd like a cup of coffee. Black."
"Coming right up, si – Edward."
She turned to fill my order, and I immediately felt a pang of loss at not being able to see her beautiful face. It hit me that I didn't even know her name.
"So, who are you?"
"Well, you know my name. It's only fair I know yours."
I smiled. Bella. Beautiful. It fit perfectly.
"Bella. Perfect name."
"What do you mean?"
"It means beautiful. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
"Thank you." She blushed, and I chuckled. I decided I'd make her blush again.
"You're adorable when you blush." Just as I predicted, her cheeks turned even redder. I smiled internally.
She handed over my coffee, and our fingers brushed. An electric current shot through me, and my eyes flew to hers, wondering if she had felt it too. The startled look on her face told me she had.
"Here you are. Enjoy," she told me after a moment.
"Thank you, ma'am."
She giggled. "Oh, please call me Bella. 'Ma'am' makes me feel, I don't know, old," she mocked me.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Well, thank you, Bella."
I walked over to a table nearby. I hadn't planned on staying here, but I couldn't leave, not now that I had met Bella. I watched her from the corner of my eye. After a few minutes, she was staring off into space again. I longed to know what she was thinking about. I could usually read people easily, but I had no clue what was going on in her mind. I wanted to figure it out. Maybe talking to her would help.
I walked over and asked, "Bored?" Once again, she jumped and blushed.
"You have no idea," she answered after recovering. "My friend and co-worker Angela is sick today, so I can't talk to her, and I'm not allowed to use my cell phone while I'm working, so I have nobody to talk to."
I can fix that!
"You're calling me a nobody? I'm hurt." I put a hand over my heart theatrically.
"You'd stay and talk to a random, boring stranger at a McDonald's?" she asked after a moment, surprised.
I thought for a moment. "No. But you're not a random, boring stranger, are you?" It was true. This girl was fascinating; I wanted to know more about her.
"Don't you have anything more important to do?"
Depends on what you call important. Sure, I could go home and work, but, suddenly, knowing this girl was a priority.
"Let's see…I could go home and daydream about this beautiful, interesting girl I met at McDonald's, or I could stay here and actually talk to the beautiful, interesting girl I met." I grinned.
She smiled back at me. Maybe she would fall for a line like that? I thought hopefully.
"Thanks. Now, let me ask you a question. How many girls have you used that line on?"
Nope, should have known she'd be above that.
I laughed – as if I'd ever found a girl worth using any line on. I thought about Jessica and Tanya and all the other girls who tried to snag me, with their fakeness and make-up covered faces. "None."
"Really?" she asked skeptically.
"Really. I was waiting for a girl who was pretty, smart, interesting, and funny to come along." Pretty was an understatement. More like lovely, beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, gorgeous…
She laughed. "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me."
Of course not," I replied in mock horror. "That would mean risking getting beat up by your boyfriend."
My heart fell as I thought of this possibility. Of course she'd have a boyfriend. She was perfect. My chances of getting her were zero.
"Yeah, get beat up by someone who doesn't exist – that'd be a first."
"You don't have a boyfriend?"
"Nope." Her lips popped on the 'p'.
My heart leapt. Maybe I did have a chance.
"Why not?" I asked cautiously. Maybe she had a religious thing against dating, or something like that, because there was no way this girl just didn't have a boyfriend. I'd only known her ten minutes and I'd fall over myself to date her.
She shrugged. "No one's caught my eye yet."
Inside, I danced in happiness. I had a chance with her!!!
"So, I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend, as you were not-flirting with me before?"
Nope, I'm available!
She raised her eyebrows. "Unless you're one of those players who flirts with every girl he sees and could care less that he's dating someone?"
I shook my head at her. I thought of what Esme would say if I was like that, how sad she would be. "No, I'm not like that. My mother taught me to treat girls with respect."
"Good, because if you were, I would probably start screaming at you about how girls deserved to be treated better, then I would hit you something heavy."
She was like a kitten, angry but still adorable. I got the feeling she was totally serious though.
"Remind me not to get on your bad side."
She shot me a heart-stopping smile. Literally – my heart skipped a few beats at how beautiful she looked.
"So, what do you want to talk about?"
I thought for a moment. What did I want to talk to her about? What did I want to know about her? "Everything," I decided.
I'd start with something easy. "What's your favorite color?"
"Green," she answered. Then her eyes widened and she blushed. What was embarrassing about her favorite color? I tried to sort through it in my head, but I drew up a blank.
"Why are you blushing?"
"No reason." She was a terrible liar.
"Riiight. Tell me."
"No." Okay, now I had to know. I knew it would drive me insane otherwise.
"No," she retorted stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest.
Oh, no. I groaned internally at the fact that she had brought my attention to her chest. I had almost forgotten about her amazing body, having been so caught up in her expressions. Almost. Oh, Bella, why?
It took all of my self control to bring my eyes up to her face and not ogle her like some idiotic teenager. I internally shook my head to try and remember what we were talking about. It finally hit me.
"Bella, please," I pleaded.
Her eyes widened and she looked dazed. I was worried for a second – what was wrong?
After a second, she recovered. "That's not fair," she complained. She pouted at me, sticking out her bottom lip. My breath caught again as I looked at her lips. The irresistible urge to kiss her came again, and I was surprised by how strong it was. Was this girl trying to kill me?
"What?" I asked, still dazed. I hadn't done anything unfair – had I?
"Oh, please. You can't just dazzle people like that!"
"Dazzle?" What was that supposed to mean?
"I bet you smile ant them and girls do whatever you want. Do you think everyone gets their way that easily?" I thought back. Now that she mentioned it, people, girls especially, usually did whatever I wanted.
"I dazzle people?"
"Probably. Actually, I'm sure of it."
I held my breath as I asked the question I desperately wanted her to answer: "Do I dazzle you?"
I smiled widely. I dazzled her!
"Okay, that was"… flattering, ego-boosting, awesome… "interesting to know, but back to my question. Why did you blush when I asked your favorite color?"
"Shoot. I was hoping you would forget about that," she mumbled. I laughed.
"Silly Bella, I don't forget that easily. Now please tell me, or I'll use my magical dazzling powers on you." I winked at her.
She rolled her beautiful brown eyes. "I don't think I should have told you that – your ego is big enough as it is."
"Bella, stop avoiding the question."
"Okay, okay." Finally! She blushed. "Wow, this is going to sound really pathetic. Green is the color of your eyes."
I looked at her in shock for a second. Green was her favorite color…because it was the color of my eyes? My face broke into a wide, giddy smile as I asked "Really?"
I couldn't stop smiling as I asked my next question. "Okay, what's your favorite flower?" If I ever brought her flowers, I had to know her favorite kind.
To my surprise, though, she just shook her head at me. "Nuh-uh. I let you ask the last question, I get to ask this one."
"Okay, what do you want to know?" I wracked my brain as to what she might want to ask.
Well, what do you do?"
"I'm studying to become a doctor."
"Really? That's great. Hmm, maybe I'll see you at the hospital some time."
The hospital? Why would I see her there?
She must have seen my confused expression because she explained.
"I'm really clumsy, and I end up injuring myself most of the time, so I'm really familiar with the people at the hospital."
I couldn't decide if I should be worried or if I should laugh. In the end, though, I couldn't help but laugh.
She scowled at me. "I'm glad to see that you think that me hurting myself is amusing."
"Sorry, Bella, I couldn't help it." I grinned, but when she kept scowling, I was afraid she wouldn't forgive me. I was about to apologize when her face broke out into a grin.
"It's fine, everyone laughs about it."
After a while, I moved us to a table so we could sit down and talk. I got another coffee, and got her one too. She protested, saying she could pay for herself, but I insisted. I was transfixed by her words and her motions. She would talk about something and motion with her hands or flick her hair over her shoulder, and her scent would stun me again. I learned a lot about her. She was an English major, and she loved to read, especially the classics. She grew up in Phoenix, and had a little sister named Adriana. But when I tried to ask her more about her family, she quickly changed the topic. I was curious as to why that may be and filed it away for future reference. Nevertheless, I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to her, like I'd known her all my life. I felt a special connection to this girl, and I decided I wasn't just going to let her walk away from me, out of my life.
Suddenly, she glanced at the clock, and her face registered surprise.
"Whoa, we've been talking for a long time."
"Well, you know what they say – time flies when you're having fun. And I was having a lot of fun."
"Me too," she smiled.
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until my stomach growled. "Ugh, I'm pretty hungry now. Can I get some fries?"
She went behind the counter to grab me some, and I noticed the sway of her hips as she walked. I ogled her for a bit, until she held out fries for me.
I started back to the table, expecting her to follow. I got so caught up in the excitement of getting the chance to talk to her – I had so many more things to ask her! – that I spilled some of my fries.
Oh, nice, Edward.
I looked at Bella apologetically, knowing that she'd have to clean it up. She shook her head and smiled at me, wordlessly telling me that it was okay. She reached for the broom, but, just then, a blond lady walked into the restaurant. I did a double take when I saw her – this was probably the fattest lady I'd ever seen! Bella put the broom back and went to take the woman's order.
"Hi, can I help you?" she asked politely.
"Yes, I'd like two Big Macs, a Coke, two large fries, a chocolate ice cream, a large vanilla milkshake, three apple pies, and a Double Quarter Pounder with cheese – oh, and I almost forgot, an Asian salad. I'm on a diet," she confided. "I know you're probably thinking that with my great body, I don't need a diet."
I tried to disguise my laugh with a cough. Her great body? Yeah, right! Bella just gaped at her silently, trying to figure out what to say, but she didn't get the chance.
"Yes, that's what everyone says. However, I have to keep my body trim and fit, for all the cute guys out there." Ha! As if anyone would ever go for her. She looked in my direction. "Like him!"
I glanced over my shoulder, trying to see the poor guy she was talking about. There was no one there. I looked back to the woman in confusion. Then, my eyes widened. She was talking about me.
She grabbed her food and began strutting toward me.
"Hi! My name's Lauren. What's yours?" She was trying to be seductive, but I just wanted to throw up. She sat down next to me, with her back to Bella.
Ed-Edward," I told her fearfully. Behind her, I could see Bella's small frame shaking with laughter.
"Oh, I absolutely adore the name Edward!" she screeched. "What a coincidence!"
"Yes," I told her. She laughed as if I had told the funniest joke in the world.
"Well, Edward, my friend Jessica is having a party tonight. Tons of guys have asked me, but I haven't said yes to anyone yet. How would you like to be my date?"
Never in a million years! I wanted to scream. I tried to tell her no without being rude, but I could tell this was a girl who wouldn't give up.
I looked at Bella over Lauren's shoulder. 'Help me!' I mouthed desperately.
'Say please,' she mouthed back, laughing.
I looked down at Lauren, who was inching closer to me and running her hand up and down my arm. I cringed at the feeling of her clammy hand, with its blood red nails, touching my arm. I craved Bella's touch, not this wannabe's!
'PLEASE!' I nearly yelled.
She laughed, then thought for a moment. She walked toward me and flared out her hand, so that both Lauren and I saw the ring on her wedding ring finger.
My eyes widened at her next action. She walked over to me and sat down in my lap as I if it were the most natural thing in the world. My eyes widened, then rolled back into my head as she turned her body toward Lauren. Her body moved against mine and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning.
"Excuse me, but what are you doing with your hands on my fiancée?" Mm, fiancée, I liked the sound of that.
"Fi-Fiancée?" she stuttered. I stifled a laugh at her expression.
She changed tactics. "You're engaged and hitting on me?" she yelled at me.
"Actually," Bella told her "I recall seeing you asking him to your friend's party. Last time I checked, that is not him hitting on you.
"Well, well, um, I, uh, ugh!" she stuttered. Flustered, she tried to grab her food and walk away. But, she didn't notice the fries that were still on the floor. She stepped on one and slipped. All of her food fell on top of her, staining her clothes and making a huge mess on the floor. Lauren, in the meantime, was lying on the ground screaming.
"Aaaah! I'm going to die! Help me! I'm going to die in a filthy fast food restaurant! No! I have an appointment with my hairdresser at four! I'm too young to die! HEELLLPPP MEEE!!!!!!"
I heard Bella's tinkling laugh as she took in Lauren's predicament. Unconsciously, she moved to get up, but I held her waist. The thing lying on the floor was definitely not worth Bella getting off of my lap.
"Ma'am, are you alright?" she asked.
"No I am not alright! This establishment will be getting a call from my lawyer, and a dry cleaning bill!" she screeched, trying to get up off the floor. "I will make sure that – oh no, I'm going to be late for my appointment with my hairdresser!" She ran, or, more precisely, waddled, as fast as she could out the door.
Bella laughed again, then sighed as she looked at the huge mess on the floor. She reached for the mop and sighed again. My heart ached a bit – she had to clean up this mess, and it was my fault.
I covered her hand with my own. "Thanks for saving me back there. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come along." I shuddered. "And, since this mess is basically my fault, I figure I could make it up to you by cleaning it up."
"Really? Thank you! I hate cleaning up customers' messes. Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"
I laughed at her excitement. It was the least I could do.
She stood nearby, closing her eyes. A small smile played across her lips, and, once again, I wanted to know what she was thinking. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go. I finished cleaning and tried to figure out how to approach her. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let her go, but I didn't want to be rejected.
Well, you never know until you try.
Swallowing my uncertainty, I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. She jumped in my arms, and I hurried to calm her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." After a second, she relaxed and melted into me. I was once again lost in her scent, and I never wanted to move.
"Anyway, I'm done."
"Oh my gosh, thank you!"
"So, do I get a reward for saving you from cleaning up this mess?"
"Um, sure. What do you want?"
"How about a kiss?" I asked, my voice low as I asked for the one thing I wanted most in the world.
"Hmm… As a rule, I don't kiss strangers." I could tell by her voice that she was just teasing me.
I spun her around to face me. "Please?" I knew I sounded desperate, but I didn't care. I wasn't above begging, not when it came to Bella.
"But I'll make an exception in your case," she breathed.
Those words were all I needed. I leaned down to kiss her gently. Though I tried to be gentle and not scare her away, I soon couldn't resist the instinct to kiss her with everything I was worth. I ran my tongue across her lip, and she granted me access. She twined her small delicate finger in my hair, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, trying to pull her closer.
All too soon, she had to pull away for air. I leaned my forehead against hers, my breathing heavy as I tried to recover from the hottest kiss I'd ever gotten. Soon, I moved my lips down to her neck, wanting to taste her sweet skin.
"Thanks," I whispered against my neck. I brought my lips back up to hers and kissed her again. She smiled against my lips, and I couldn't help but respond with a grin of my own. I was so glad I hadn't found a Starbucks.
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