Wallflower

Prologue

So far my life has been pretty normal. Nothing to really complain about but nothing too exciting. I wasn't the most popular girl in school and I wasn't the geekiest. I was also pretty sure that most of the time I just faded into the background. Or at least I did until the day when I accidentally spilled hot coffee on Edward Cullen's shirt, like the klutz I am. Feeling sorry for me yet? Well you will….

"Nurse?" I heard someone approach me from behind. I turned around quickly to see who it was. At this time of day it could be a serious emergency.

"Yes?" I said to the young women standing in front of me. The lady had blonde hair, was short and skinny except for the huge bump that was her stomach.

"Could you tell me where the bathroom is? The baby is sitting on my bladder." She grinned sheepishly. I grinned back at her in what I hoped was a kind smile.

"Of course, it's just around the corner. Walk down that hallway and then turn right at the water fountain; ladies room should be the second door." I said as I mentally pictured the way to the restroom. Of course being a nurse I was not subject to using the public bathroom, but years of experience taught me that when you worked in a hospital you needed to know where just about everything is.

"Thank you." She said appreciatively and hurried in the direction I had pointed out. I turned and walked the opposite way, heading towards the front desk, where the clerks were busy shuffling through paperwork and checking people in. I worked at a hospital in New York and as checked the clock on the neutral tan walls, I realized it was time for my lunch break.

"Hey, Angela, tell Dr. Cullen that I'm taking my lunch break. I'll be in the break room if anyone needs me." I said, leaning against the mahogany counter as Angela looked up from her paperwork and grinned.

"I wish I could join you, but I'm on a later rotation. I don't get to eat until 2." She complained while jotting down some things on the paper in front of her.

"Ooh, I know how that feels; I was on that rotation last week. I thought I was going to die of hunger." I joked. She laughed with me.

"You're definitely making me feel better."

"Uh huh, thank yous are very much appreciated." I said jokingly. I went behind the desk to the mini-fridge where I kept my lunch because I knew if I left in the break room someone would try to eat it. I pulled out my lunch box and exited back the way I came. " I guess I'll catch you later." She waved as I left.

Angela was a nurse along with me and she was probably one of my closest friends. She was usually extremely quiet but she could talk if she really had something to say. I headed to the back of the hospital where only employees were allowed and entered the mint green break room, intent on heating up lasagna from last night. The smell of Oregano wafted through the room as I made my usual cup of coffee to get me through the rest of the day. As I waited for the steaming cup to cool, I began to hum a random melody. When I was a kid, I'd had a natural talent for the violin and had taken lessons. Even as I'd gone through college I hadn't stopped playing and that was what filled my free time when I wasn't working at the hospital. Maybe I could try the simple melody when I got home.

I was suddenly jerked out of my thoughts by the sound of someone entering the room. I nearly dropped my cup of coffee. It was Dr. Cullen. This hospital had been lucky enough to snag the best doctor in New York. And when I say the best, I mean the best. Not only is he smart and funny but he's extremely hot. And I mean drop dead gorgeous.

"Oh, hello." Was his polite response as he took me in, leaning against the counter with my coffee. All I could manage was a weak "hi". Way to make him think you're incompetent.

"How's your morning been Ms. Swan?" I knew his inquiry was only meant to be polite but it was hard not to imagine him actually liking me enough to ask about my day.

"Oh, it was fine, nothing out of the ordinary." I said lamely mentally slapping myself for not coming up with a more interesting response, like 'Oh, I've just been busy helping doctors save lives' or something.

"well, that's good." He answered and made his way over to the counter where I was standing. I tried to move out of his way but my sneaker cut the edge of an uneven tile in the floor and my coffee flew right out of my hands and onto Dr. Cullens' spotless shirt.

"Shit!" I said as I fell on my knees. I'd hit the floor pretty hard and my palms hurt from coming in contact with the linoleum but other than that I was fine. I got up and I tried to explain to Dr. Cullen while he insisted on examining me.

"No really, I'm fine. I think the bigger concern is your shirt, Dr. Cullen." I said ashamed. I was afraid to meet his eyes but when I did I was surprised to find that they were full of kindness and not animosity.

"Oh, don't worry about my shirt. I can replace it." He said lightly. I had never really noticed before but his eyes were a bright green and full of humor. His hair was also in a very untidy disarray, but it seemed to work for him, accenting what seemed to be bronze highlights in his hair.

"I would feel terrible if you had to a buy new one." I argued. "I can definitely buy a replacement." I said. I tried to sound confident but I wasn't sure that I would be able to replace the shirt Dr. Cullen was wearing. The shirt screamed designer and even though I made six figures, that only went so far in New York.

"It's really no big deal, you don't have to buy me a new shirt." He assured me. After I squeezed in a few more apologies, I remembered my lasagna and went to retrieve it. I thought it would be awkward sitting with Edward but it was surprisingly easy. Of course he had insisted that I call him Edward instead of Dr. Cullen.

"So, I know you work in the Delivery Wing but I don't know much else about you." Edward had startled me but I tried to look collected as I carefully thought over what I was going to tell him. He looked at me expectantly and I decided just to share the basics.

"Well, I'm 26, I'm a nurse who works in the delivery room." I said as I thought about what else one might tell a person who was unfamiliar. "I play the violin when I'm not busy here at the hospital and I am allergic to every type of nut including coconut…my favorite food is linguini and my favorite quote is that short people are going to take over the world because you'll never see them coming." I summed up. He looked at me as if he was hanging onto my every word but I could just be imagining things.

"Those were some very interesting facts." He said in what I assumed was genuine tone. He then took a bite of the pizza that he had heated up in the microwave. I took a bite of my food as well. I felt the need to fill the empty silence so in turn I asked him about his personality and defining features.

After Edward shared his information, I quickly thought of one word that summed up Edward Cullen completely and that was perfect. Which included his hair, which can only be described as the way your hair looked after having sex.

Hey guys, so this is my fourth fanfiction and I hope I'm finally getting the hang of it! Haha, anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed my new story and I promise to keep the AN's to a minimum. SO please review so I know whether I should continue with this story!

tOoDlEs,

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