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Hey everyone! I'm back with a new story… For those of you wondering about a One Chance update- Its coming, I swear. I'm experiencing a bit of writers block with that one, but I'm trying.
I found this story whilst cleaning out my computer to clear up space. I wrote it awhile ago- probably two or three years, and never got around to posting it. My style has changed a lot since then, and I thought hey, might as well put it up, someone might like it.
Updates will- with participation from RL and FF- be everyday considering all I'm doing to the chappies before posting is spell-checking and adding song rec's.
So, here it is… hope you guys like it!
Song Rec: Just Like a Pill by Pink
"Steady Bella," I mumble softly to myself. Right foot, left foot, right foot- "Watch it!" I glare at the hulk of a man in a pinstriped suit who is about two inches from stomping on my new Jimmy Choos. He ignores me and continues typing away on his Blackberry. "Hey buddy, I'm-"
"Bella!" I spin around at the sound of my name, careful to avoid spilling one of the eight thousand coffees I'm holding. Okay, maybe I exaggerated a bit. Maybe. "Bella, you forgot one!"
Of course I did, 'cuz my hands aren't full enough. Let's add another cup of boiling hot coffee to the mix.
I waddle back over to the counter, readjusting my hold my precious cargo. Well, precious considering my job probably depends on me getting these back to the 'men' safely. Yep, the men. The head honchos. The check-writers. Or as we peons at the office call them, the Crack Pack. Ya know, 'cuz the boss's always smell like cocaine. True story.
"Thanks Ang, you're a lifesaver." Angela and I met back at UW in freshman year. She had always been the shy innocent type and I had... not. We shared third period AP English with crazy Connell and instantly bonded over our mutual love of the classics. We started hanging out and eventually shared an apartment in our senior year. "I'm serious." I tell her and motion for her to shove the frappuccino in between Aro's double espresso and Mr. Caius's hot cocoa. Yep, turns out even a two hundred year old man can't resist the deliciously chocolate taste of a Sue's hot
chocolate. Don't tell anyone, but I'm pretty sure it's just Nesquik.
"I just saved your ass." she smirks and rearranges the cups so they all fit. All seven of them. Yup, seven. And of course Sue just had to be out of those nifty cardboard carrying trays the day when all the reps from the company were coming out to our branch. And they all wanted fresh coffee.
"Can you hurry it up? I'm gonna be late!" a short woman with a red mohawk glares at Ang and taps on the bell on the counter.
"Calm your tits lady; can't you see she's busy?" I snark back.
"Bella!" Angela whisper-yells. "I just started here last week. Don't get me fired!" I roll my eyes as she makes her way over register. That's Angela. Always the worry-wart. It confuses me to no end how she and her boyfriend Ben have been dating for three years. He's like, the most laid back guy ever.
My phone buzzes in my bra and I groan. "See ya' tonight Ang." I call over my shoulder. Damn fucking right I will. It's taco Tuesday. She winks at me before turning back to her task at hand. Mixing water with a tea bag. Sigh. Why she finds the boringest jobs in the world I have no idea. She has a bachelors in biology for Christ sakes.
Although, I suppose I haven't done much better. Five years ago if you would've told me I'd be Aro fucking Volturi's personal little bitch, I'd have laughed in your face and had you committed. I guess it's my own fault really. I was like almost every other person out there. Fresh outta college, thinking I'm the shit. Yeah, right. I was gonna be the Chuck Norris of bakery goodies. Now? Not so much. I'm a 'personal secretary' at Volturi law. Home of the most prestigious lawyers in all of the Northwestern territory. And the biggest sleazballs I've ever met. Aro's gotta be pushin' eighty, and I know for a fact he hires strippers to 'entertain' him every Friday at lunch. How do I know? 'Cuz they traipse through the office like they fucking own the place. Yeah, no thanks ho, I don't need to see how big your ass cheeks are.
Anyway, I digress.
I feel my phone vibrate against the girls again and I jump slightly. Okay Bella, I give myself a mental pep talk. That was your second alarm. You have fifteen minutes until you need to be at the front desk to greet the guests.
Why am I so concerned about the time? To the point that I would stoop so low as to shove my iPhone between my cleavage so I'd be sure to feel the alarm buzzing? Last year, Aro's assistant Maggie wasn't there when the Texas rep Alistair showed up early at the company. Now, normally Aro's a pretty chill old man. Creepy, but chill. But every year starting on September first, all the managers travel to each of the offices to do an 'evaluation.' Kinda like a check and balance thing. Aro demands everything be in tip-top shape. Everyone must look busy and purposeful, have a clean office space, and be dressed appropriately... Or else. Or else? You're fired. Boom! On the spot, gone. Poor Maggie. I doubt anyone's been yelled at so much in a two minute time period.
"Fifteen minutes to walk two blocks? No problemo." I mumble, ignoring the odd stares I get from the folks in line for their morning juice. I swear, every damn coffee joint in Seattle and everyone ends up at Sue's. Makes being on time a bitch sometimes. That's why I came and lined up before they opened at six fucking thirty. Why in god's name anyone is up that early boggles my mind.
"Hey! Hold the door!" I yell at someone exiting the shop. It's pinstripe Blackberry dude, and of course he ignores me. Yet again. "What's your problem?" I ask angrily through the now closed door. Hmph.
"Need some help?" the woman's voice sounds sweet, almost musical. I force my best smile and face her. I swear, this chick could fit in my back pocket. You know, if I weren't wearing a pocket-less skirt. She looks me up and down and her eyes widen. If she keeps it up, they may pop out of her little head.
I would think it was funny if she wasn't looking at me like that. I do a quick scan of my outfit- black pencil skirt and white ruffled blouse with my trusty black Jimmy Choos. I think I look pretty damn good for getting dressed while it was still dark outside. I clear my throat awkwardly, and her bright green eyes snap back up to my face. "Could you just pull the door open for me?" I ask cautiously, as her eyes are still as wide as saucers. Jeez, you'd think I was a ghost or something.
She blinks and shakes her head, her spiky black hair falling into her eyes. "Yes, of course! I'm so sorry, please forgive me. It's been a rough morning." I nod and offer her a sympathetic smile. Been there, done that. "Here, I'll just... Get that for you." she side steps me and pulls on the door handle, never taking her eyes off me.
"Thanks." I tell her awkwardly as I hobble out the door, trying to ignore the feel of her stare on my back.
"I like your shoes!" she calls out. I pretend not to hear her.
I make my way through the crowds of people huddled under the overhangs of the shops. You'd think that living in Seattle people would learn to carry an umbrella, but no... They'd rather complain about 'this damn weather' than be caught with one.
"Hot coffee, coming through." I warn. "Hey," I glare at a teenager who has the nerve to block my path, "Hot coffee and I ain't afraid to 'accidentally' spill some on that ugly, sweaty-" ohhmph. I'm shoved roughly from behind and brace myself for the inevitable impact. Face, meet cement.
Only, it never comes. A pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me back into a hard chest. I let out a squeak and tighten my hold on all the cups in my arms. "Are you alright?" a husky voice whispers close to my ear. I let out an involuntary shiver and nod, speechless. I can feel his body heat, even through both our coats. His scent is intoxicating- honey, spice, and just pure man.
I feel myself wanting to relax into him and quickly pull away before I molest the poor man in the street.
Oh. My. God.
I'm standing in front of Adonis. No, really. This man is... perfect in every sense of the word. Penny-bronze hair sticking up in every which way, forest green eyes, a chiseled jaw... Jesus, is it wrong that I wanna lick it?
He sends me a huge smile revealing a set of pearly whites behind his pink lips. Oh swoon... Those lips! Mmph.
His smile wavers and he raises his hand, waving it in front if my face. "Marie? Are you alright?"
"Hmm?" I mumble, dreamily. His face flushes slightly and he runs a hand through his hair. Oh that hair! I wonder if it's as soft as it looks. I can just imagine running my fingers through when his head is between my thighs-
Fuck Bella! Get a grip!
"I asked if you were alright." his blush deepens as his gaze falls to our feet.
"Uh huh." Jeez Bella, he probably thinks you're an invalid. Say something else! "Yeah," I clear my throat and attempt a smile. "I'm fine."
"I really am sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going."
"No harm no foul." he looks up at me again and a breathtaking smile forms on his face.
"So, er, how are you? You know, from last night?" he stutters a bit and an adorable pink blush speckles his cheeks.
Whoa, whoa hold up... Last night?
I do a mental check in my head. Today's taco Tuesday, which means yesterday was Mile Monday. Yeah that's right, I run a mile every Monday. So sue me.
Yesterday was Monday... What did I do last night?
There was a Friends marathon on TBS. Very funny. HA! I crack myself up. I seem to remember pizza and cherry coke. Maybe some ice cream?
God I'm boring.
"Last night?" I ask.
"You left so suddenly... Ali, Jazz, and I were worried." I restrain myself from smoothing out the crinkle that forms between his perfect eyes as he speaks.
"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." I fidget uncomfortably, the seven coffees in my arms seeming much heavier than they were a few minutes ago.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't know who you are." I frown at his inability to put two and two together.
"Marie, are you feeling okay?"
The world seems to stop spinning at that moment, and I swear my heart goes into overtime. "Where did you hear that name?" I demand coldly, my voice barely louder than a whisper. His face falls.
"Where did you hear that name?" I all but yell. My arms have started shaking, and it takes everything in my not to drop the cups of scalding coffee. All I see is red. The Adonis in front of me seems to disappear along with the crowd as her name rolls around in my head. Marie. Perfect little Marie.
"Um," his worried stutter brings me out of my trance. "I'm sorry, I should go." he looks afraid, and I suddenly feel like a bitch for yelling at him. His eyes flit from side to side as he plans an escape.
"I'm sorry." I take a deep breath, "I don't know how well you know... Marie, but I guess she never got around to telling you that she's a twin."
So, what do you think? I have to say, it's been interesting to see how different I write now, as compared to back then…
Anywho, reviews are much appreciated!