A/N: Hey all, just wanted to say that this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, so I hope you all enjoy this. Please review anyway, so I can better myself, but mind you that this is my first time.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, as the lovely Stephenie Meyer does.

Chapter 1: Don't Cry Over Spilt Coffee.

Bella's POV:

"Alice Brandon!" I called into my cell phone in rage. "You better run and hide, because when I find you, Freddy freaking Krueger is going to look like a newborn kitten compared to me!" I snapped my cell phone shut and sighed.

I hoped Alice would be afraid when she heard the message, but I knew she would just laugh it off. For some reason, my threats always came through as jokes in my friends' eyes.

Alice, her boyfriend Jasper Hale, and his sister Rosalie were my best friends for almost four years now. Alice was my oldest friend – we were inseparable in high school, and ever since I moved out of Charlie's house (Charlie was my dad), we were also roommates. We got an incredibly big apartment together in Seattle, which we managed to pay for thanks to our jobs. Alice was a personal stylist and I had managed to publish a few short stories books and a novel.

Our apartment was amazing, and I had it all to myself since Alice practically moved in with Jasper these last few months. Every day more and more of her things would "magically relocate" - as I liked to call it - to his apartment. I felt a little sad about it losing my roommate, but every time I looked at how happy they look together an overwhelming feeling of happiness took over. They were a perfect match.

Alice was trying to make the transition easier for me by the magical relocation and by hanging out with Jasper and Rosalie at our apartment most of the day so I wouldn't feel lonely. And these past two weeks, Rosalie's new boyfriend - Emmett - would hang out with us. At first I worried about being a fifth wheel, but we just kind of molded into a group of friends - so I was really okay with it. Really. But Alice didn't seem to think I was okay with it.

I guess that's why she decided to open an account for me on an online dating website. And post pictures of me on there.

Honestly, I don't know why I was surprised. This was Alice, after all. I was almost surprised that the pictures were not naked pictures of me. So when my email box was flooded with messages from guys that were "really impressed by, err, my profile", I automatically dialed Alice's number. There was no mistaking here, this was her doing.

After leaving her the message on her voicemail, I decided to go over to Jasper's place. She must be there, and will suffer so much for doing this, I promised myself.

I put on a black jacket over the blue t-shirt I was wearing, and replaced my sweatpants with a pair of jeans. As soon as I went out of the apartment building, I was just a few blocks away from the evil little pixie, but I decided to take a detour for my much needed daily fix of caffeine.

I was just about to leave Starbucks with my low-fat-no-foam-double-latte-to-go, when I crashed into someone, spilling my drink all over him. Now I'm not going to lie, this was not unusual for me. Ever so often I would stumble or fall or hit something... or someone, by mistake. I wasn't exactly the dictionary definition of "Grace", but this time it wasn't my fault at all - he snuck up on me! He was the one suddenly just standing there behind me when I turned around. I was already annoyed, so this person would just have to...


This reaction happened when I actually looked at the man. He was, by the definition of every dictionary in the world, gorgeous. He was tall and thin, but well built and muscular all the same. His skin was pale ivory and his copper hair was tousled in a way that I could only describe as "sex hair". He was the most beautiful, sexy man - no, god - that I have ever seen. But the best part was his eyes. His deep green eyes stared at me with shock, and I just got lost.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean... I was just... are you okay? Did I startle you?" the god said while running his hand through his hair. I just stared at him like a complete idiot as he spoke, and I wasn't sure if I'll be able to get over the shock and actually speak, or at least make sure I wasn't drooling. That would be embarrassing.

"Wait, are you Bella Swan?" he asked. That seemed to do the trick. I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head to the side, trying to remember if I knew this man. No, there was no possible way that I have seen this guy and the image wasn't permanently engraved in my memory.

I considered for a moment that he might have identified me from the pictures that Alice recently uploaded to that website. But why would someone who looked like that need an online dating service? He must have girls throwing themselves at him every chance they get.

Snap out of it, Bella, and talk!

"Uh... yes. I am. Do I know you?" I managed to choke out.

And then he laughed. It was the single most beautiful sound that I have ever heard. It actually sent my body right back into the previous shock. It was like music, but a unique tone that was made just for my ears. I gulped.

"No, I don't believe you do. I know you, though. I'm actually a big fan of yours - I've read everything you ever published," he smiled.

No way. This guy is a fan? Of mine? Seriously? I didn't know if this was God's way of making it up to me for what Alice did, but I was taking a moment to say a silent thank you, anyway.

"You've read my stories?" I asked in wonder.

He nodded. "And your novel, too. I love your writing," he said.

And that's when his voice sent me back to reality.

"Don't you watch where you're going?" he asked in a soft and melodic voice, clearly annoyed as well. Very much like in my little fantasy before - I just stared at him like a complete idiot.

"Great, now I'm going to have to wear a stained shirt to my meeting," he said. I assumed he was talking about his work as a model, because he sure looked like a model. I was mesmerized by his motions when he reached for some napkins and tried to dry his white button-down. He looked so dashing... did I just think the word dashing?

Snap out of it, Bella, and talk!

"I'm really sorry, you really shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" I managed to choke out, and quickly grabbed a napkin to try and help him.

He raised his eyebrows and his amazing eyes widened slightly. "Are you saying this is my fault?"

"Well... I mean, there wasn't anyone standing behind me, so I didn't really expect you to be there when I turned around..." I began to say.

"Perhaps you should've looked, then?" he suggested. He didn't sound particularly angry, but like I said, I was already annoyed.

I took a deep breath

"Look, I'm sorry I spilled my coffee on your shirt, don't feel obliged to buy me a new cup or anything," I said, raising my voice slightly. I cursed myself for sounding so agitated.

"As long as you don't feel obliged to buy me a new shirt," he said, clearly still on his stand that this is my fault. This argument was stupid.

This was so typical. Gorgeous guys like him couldn't possibly be nice. Nooo. They had to be rude and obnoxious. "Again, I'm sorry about your shirt, I'll be going now," I said.

"Have a nice day, now," he said sarcastically.

"Thanks, you too," I said with just as much sarcasm and left the place, almost shaking with anger. I wasn't so angry about him thinking I was the one to blame, he actually might have had a point there. But I was mostly upset because I was so captured by his looks, that I expected him to be nice; to be perfect. And he was just an arrogant idiot like the rest of the guys I knew. Well, to put aside my dad, and Jasper, and maybe Emmett. Maybe.

I breathed in the cold air and tried to relax, as I continued my walk over to Jasper's. As I calmed down, I considered that maybe I was a little rude in there myself. After all, I spilled my drink on him, not the other way around. I should've just apologized instead of argue over who's fault it was.

But I did apologize. Maybe I shouldn't have argued, but he shouldn't have been so rude and annoyed. Just because he looked good, it doesn't mean he can behave like a jerk.

Although, he wasn't really acting like a jerk. And maybe he was just having a bad day.

I kept arguing with myself in my head until I reached Jasper's apartment. Now I had a more important affair to attend to. Alice.