A/N- Okay, so just to elaborate. This is all human and in Bella's point of view. Without canon pairings (at the beginning) and out of character. Edward, Jasper and Emmett are brothers and the children of Carlisle and Esme. Alice and Rosalie each have there own families and are in no way related to any of the other main characters. Got it? It's a little different haha. Please review, I would really love your opinions and check out my other stories, they are better than this one I assure you. Thank you for reading!
Thank goodness the day was almost over, I'm not sure if I could handle serving another steak... ever. I work as a waitress in the only restaurant in Forks. Well, if it could be called a restaurant, restaurant implies it having an ounce of class. I think diner would be a better name for it. I was almost nine and I would finally get to go home. I leant against the counter and scanned the room; a middle aged man deliberately caught my eye and lifted his empty glass. I nodded and turned to get him another beer; I filled it up the new glass and turned round. I hadn't even taken a step before I collided with something... something hard. The glass fell from my hand sloshing ice cold beer down my front; I heard the smash of the glass as it hit the tiled floor. In what must have been a fraction of a second my feet left the ground, I was being held above the shards of glass that would have sliced through my skin otherwise.
"I am so, so sorry," said a deep, southern voice. I looked up and saw a pair of deep blue eyes, as I was set down again a few feet from the glass.
"Don't worry about it," I gasped, taking in his appearance. His blonde curly fringe fell almost into his worried eyes that were framed by blonde lashes. His teeth were brilliantly white, even in comparison to his pale skin. His body was toned and defined and his arms were still on my as if holding me steady.
"No really, are you okay? Are you bleeding?" he asked.
"No, I'm not, you picked me up in time" I said breathlessly, trying to calm him down a bit.
"Your shirt, it's... it's..."
"Ahh," I mouthed. He released my arms as I made to prod the wet material. I was glad I had made the effort to dress nicely this morning, I was wearing a blue blouse and short black skirt with an apron over it with black flats. My hair fell as it did usually, in bangs over my shoulders, but wasn't wearing any make up over my own pale skin, I never did. "It's fine, really."
"No, it's not, you'll freeze out there. I have a spare shirt in my car, if you want it. I mean it'd be too big and everything, but it's clean and dry at least." He gushed , looking deep into my eyes.
"Thanks," I said.
He ran out the door and to his car in no time at all, holding a green football jersey in his outstretched hand when he returned. I thanked him and went into the bathroom to change, I was expecting him to be gone when I came back out but there he was, cleaning up the mess on the floor. I bent down to help him mop up the beer. When we had finished I looked up at the clock, he noticed me looking and asked. "What time to you get off work?"
"About five minutes ago," I said flashing him a smile.
"Then could I treat you to dinner? Seeing as I completely ruined your shirt."
"Yeah, that would be lovely." I agreed.
He held out the chair for me before seating himself opposite me, we sat at the booth in the corner. He passed me a menu before speaking, "I don't think I've actually introduced myself yet please excuse my rudeness, I'm Jasper."
"I'm Bella," I replied.
"Lovely to meet you Bella, is that short for something? Bellatrix perhaps?"
"Isabella, but I swear if you call me that I'll cry." I joked.
"It's pretty, but of course Bella is prettier if you prefer i-" when he was interrupted by Angela coming over to take our order. She was holding a box of chocolate when she came over.
"Here Bella," she said. "This is from me and the girls, sorry it's not more or anything, but you know what the pays like here. We just wanted to say that it won't be the same without you."
"Thanks Ang," I replied. "Please will you thank the others for me too. This is really thoughtful."
"No problem Bells," she said. Then after taking our orders she walked back to the kitchen. When I looked back to Jasper he was eying me curiously. I raised my eyebrows questioningly.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"It's was my last day today," I answered.
"Any reason why?"
"A couple, the first being, that the pay here is appalling. I was thinking of getting a job with better hours, because next week I go back to school and I should probably be studying or something like that," I joked.
He smiled and paused for a minute before he asked "what school do you go to Bella?"
If I thought he previous smile was big, it was only because I had not seen this one. It showed all of his pearly white teeth and dimples appeared in his cheeks.
"What?" I asked. Grinning myself, at the cuteness of his dimples.
"That's were I will be attending as of September first," he explained.
"No way!" I exclaimed. "Did you just move here or...?"
"Yes, I just moved here from Alaska with my family."
"Where abouts do you live?" I asked, now being nosy.
"A little outside of Forks, kind of... in the forest, my fathers a doctor, but he loved the doors and love to take us all hiking" he said. "What about you?"
"My dad, Charlie, is the police chief, so I just live in Forks... nothing very interesting."
"Oh, so I am out having dinner with the Sheriff's daughter ay?" he joked as Angela came back with our cokes and pasta. We sat and made conversation about the things we liked, things we didn't like, the time passed easily, it was nice being him. When we had finished he paid the check, not without my protests mind you and walked me out to my truck.
"Well, good night Bella, it was nice meeting you, have a good rest of the summer, even if it is just a week," he said.
"You too, and thanks for a nice evening... and for the loan of a shirt," I said.
He chuckled to himself then bit his lip.
"I was wondering if maybe... you were, um, busy... tomorrow? I mean, if you want, I mean. Don't think that you have to or anything, I was just you know putting the idea out there you know." He was babbling, so I thought it was kinder to stop him from talking.
"Shut up," I giggled.
I wrote my number on the back of his hand and wished him goodnight again, before driving home.