Chapter 1 – Bumped Into Reality Song: First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes
Papers flew, limbs flailed, and just imagine if this were a cartoon, you could just see the big flashing "crash!" bubble popping up.
"What the fuck is your problem!" I was outraged, people can't look where they're going nowadays? It's already enough that I have to rush into the shop at 8 AM because of an emergency wedding cake mix-up on my day off.
"I'm sorry, miss, geez. I didn't see you," the random moving object I bumped into said. Hmm, nice voice for an annoying guy.
After gathering the remains of my coffee cup off of the concrete, I looked up to find this tall man hovering over me holding his hand out. Now cue the deep-voiced black man going "daaaamn" as I took in his wonderful facial features. This guy was hot! Black framed glasses covered his- is that green?- eyes, perched upon a straight nose, and below that a set of full lips and angular jaw line. I think I drooled a little. Oh fuck, I hope I didn't! I wiped the thankfully, non-existent drool off of my face inconspicuously before taking his hand and lifting myself up. Realizing I just sat there staring at him dumbly, I decided to open my stupid hatch of a mouth to speak.
"Well, next time, you should watch where you're going, mister. This is New York City, you know, anybody could've mugged you!" I tried to joke lamely. He chuckled anyways, despite how terrible the joke obviously was.
"I'll make sure no burglars try to mug me next time. I'm sorry about bumping into you though, can I make it up to you? How about a new cup of coffee?" he asked. Wow, more coffee? This guy has the key to my heart already!
Sadly, I remembered that I was rushing to my shop for a reason. "Sorry, I'm in a rush to be somewhere, how about another time?" I asked.
"Sure, you have a pen?" he asked as he took out what looked to be a business card. I noticed that from him taking his card out, he also had a full sleeve of tatts running up his left arm.
"Yeah," I fished a pen out of the black hole of a bag I had and handed it to him.
He handed me the card. "I'm Edward Cullen, so when you get the chance, call me when you're up for that coffee."
"Bella Swan. I don't have a card on hand, so do you mind if I do this the old fashioned way?" gesturing to his tatt-free arm.
"Sure," he smirked. God, that smile.
After writing my number and adding my initials to the end, I capped the pen and held it with two hands rocking awkwardly on my feet. "So... I'll see you then?"
"Yeah" we awkwardly shook hands and went on our merry way the opposite direction.
After two minutes of strolling along dazedly, I realized that I was still in a rush to get to the bakery, so I booked it, and hoped to god I wouldn't trip or stumble into anymore people on the way.
As I was running I thought,
Edward Cullen, hmmm it has a nice ring to it.
Author's note:
-Chapter one for this story, sorry I haven't been updating, I'm going to be honest and say that I haven't really been into writing fanfics until recently.
-this is going to be a tattward-inkella fanfic, I love me some alternative style c:
-no jacob interference, but he will be in this fic
-I hate making conflict for them, so most likely as it seems, this will be fluffy and lemony (if I can make it lemony *first lemon, let's see)
-happy beginning of summer vacation! although mine started as soon as I was done with my regents c:
reviews are that of wonderful chocolate cake and everything happy.
