Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine, I'm just borrowing it for a bit.

Author's Note: Reviews would be lovely! They're the biggest compliment you could give me!


Chapter 4

I arrived at Twilight by 11, just as it was getting busy. The bar was crowded and it took me a while to wrestle my way onto one of the few barstools.

"Hi, Mike!" I yelled at the swamped bartender whom I'd know since high school.

"Hey, Bella!" He smiled up at me before getting back to filling ten shot glasses for a group of ditzy blondes. "What can I get for you?" he asked without glancing up from the glasses.

"Well, first you can get me a vodka diet coke. Then you can refer me to someone who can work at an event tomorrow night from 7-11."

"I don't have to come in tomorrow until 12, so I'd love to do it," Mike said, making my drink for me.

"That'd be great! If you could come at 6 to help set up the bar that'd be great." I was glad Mike was here tonight. He'd had a huge crush on me back in high school and I knew he'd do me this favor.

"Of course. Here you go." He handed me my drink and turned to my neighbor. "What can I get for you?"

A deep and beautiful voice answered, "I'll have what she's having." I turned to see a pale, copper-haired man looking directly at me. I blushed at this and looked down at my drink, avoiding eye-contact with the beautiful green-eyed man, and gulped down about half of it.

"My name's Edward, what's yours?" I looked up to see him still staring directly at me. I was stunned that someone as gorgeous as him would be talking to me. I mean, I got a lot of attention from guys, but they were all like Mike—not terribly attractive, but not quite a nerd. This Edward guy was way out of my league.

"Bella," I quietly responded, trying not to let my sudden nerves be detected in my voice, and held my hand out to him. He grasped my hand in his gently and shook it. And the other half of my drink was now gone as well.

"So, Bella, can I buy you another drink?" He chuckled, probably noticing how quickly I'd consumed my drink.

"Yes. Please. Shots. Lets do shots."

Three shots for the both of us later and we were grinding in the middle of the bar along with all of the other drunks.

At some point, after yet another shot, we ended up in the back corridor of the bar making out. I don't remember how we got there, I just knew that I never wanted to stop kissing his sweet, sugary lips. So I didn't.

He was the first to come up for air. He had this beautiful crooked smile that I never wanted to see leave his face.

"I don't usually do things like this," he said finally. "I feel like I got you drunk and took advantage of you." He laughed.

"Really?" I responded. "I feel the same way. I mean why would someone as hot as you want to do this with me? So fucking hot..." I mumbled that last part to myself.

"Bella..." The smile dropped from his face slightly. "You really don't know, do you?"

"Know what?" He was confusing me.

"You are probably—no, not probably, you are—the most beautiful girl I've ever met in my life." The smile returned and he looked at me with the most adoring look I'd ever seen. This was the deepest drunken conversation I'd ever engaged in.

"I... This must be a dream," I stumbled out, sighing and gazing up at his sparkling eyes. At this he raised his hand up, grazing my face, and putting a strand of hair behing my ear. He lightly pecked at each of my parted lips, my nose, and then my forehead where he lingered for a moment.

"I have to go," he said, looking back into my eyes. I nodded and began turning to leave. Before I could make a full 180, he grabbed my wrist to pull me back.

"Number?" he asked, looking incredibly hopeful, but nervous at the same time.

I grinned at him, grabbed a pen out of my clutch, and wrote in insanely large numbers up his arm.

"Bye, Edward." I put the pen back in my clutch.

"Bye, my beautiful Bella," he sighed, leaning in to give me one last kiss.

And that was the last thing I remembered when I woke up the next morning. I hoped to God it hadn't been a dream.