Hey everyone. Pepper here. Welcome to Mine. Now in case you can't figure it out, it's pretty much a songfic about the song Mine by Taylor Swift. It won't be a one shot and will be a couple chapter story so please review if you want it to be well written! This won't distract me from my other EmmettXBella story, From the Abyss or my JacobXBella story What Tonight Could Bring Us.

Hope you guys like it!

It will be in Bella's point of view, I think threw the whole thing. I might have one chapter where it's all Emmett. Enjoy!

Also, I don't own the song Mine. Taylor Does. I don't any of the characters, just the plot and writing. Okay. Read now!

Pepper


It's official. Love never lasts and if it does, it is never going to happen to me.

"Here's your water." A voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked up at the man giving me my water. I gaped at him. This man, who I had been secretly oogling this whole time, was actually a worker here. Not a super model like my brain had imagined.

"Thank you." I bit my lip and felt a wave of confidence fill me. "You really don't look like a waiter, you know that?" I teased as I pretended to look over the menu more. And it was true, he didn't. He had huge football muscles, dimples as deep as canyons, a smile that lit up this old restaurant, brown curly hair like a super model, and deep blue eyes that moved like oceans. He laughed loudly and I blushed.

"Well you really don't look like someone who should be here by herself, you know that?" He countered so I bit my lip and looked up at him.

I scoffed at him and waved my hand. "Well obviously looks can be deceiving." I countered and mentally applauded my self. So far so good.

"I guess so." He mused raising his eyebrows. He took out his pen and pad and looked at me. "Well what can I get you, beautiful." I rolled my eyes at the comment, but my blush gave me away and I saw a smirk play on his lips. I looked at the mirror and all I saw was the words 'Heart' and 'Love'. I groaned loudly and he laughed. "Is there a problem?"

I huffed and let my menu fall on the table. "Why yes there is. Don't you have anything not shaped like a heart or 'made with love'" I quoted. He laughed loudly and looked around the small dim lit restaurant. There were heart balloons and children's drawings of them everywhere.

"Well I could ask the chef in the back to shape your 'heart shaped pancakes' into diamond shapes?" He joked and I laughed a real laugh for the first time in weeks.

"How about just some normal, circular, chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries on top?" I asked folding the menu. He laughed and took it from me then wrote down my order.

"Now that, I can handle." He smiled and then walked away. After a minute, I picked up my water and started to take a sip when 'First Time' by Lifehouse came on and out of shock I dropped my water, causing it to spill all over the table. I made a loud, animalistic noise and let my head fall against the table.

"Fuck my liiiiifeee." I groaned against the table.

"You know, everyone spills things. No need to go cursing your life." I lifted my head up to see my waiter with his dimple smile taking out a bunch of napkins from his pocket. Obviously he was prepared for dumb asses like me.

"Oh you don't understand. This is a normal daily thing with me. I either spill something, or trip, or fall, or say something stupid. Or sometimes, all of the above." I whined taking some of the napkins and trying to dry up the water. He chuckled.

"Sounds like you're pretty clumsy." He teased. I crossed my arms and playfully glared at him.

"Pretty clumsy? More like, a serious health hazard for anyone within ten feet." I said using my hands to accent each words as if they were a newspaper headline. He laughed and continued to wipe up the water.

"Well I'm within ten feet and I'm alive and well." He noted with a smile.

"For now." I countered. He looked at me for a long moment before we both started laughing at the same time. I couldn't remember the last time I laughed this much…it had to be back when we—wince—were happy.

"Sounds like a challenge." He raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe it is." I smiled.

"I'm Cullen by the way. Emmett Cullen" He said like James Bond, dramatic moves and everything.

"Bella. Bella Swan." And I stuck out my hand. He shook it gently and I looked around the empty—besides me—restaurant. I scrunched my nose at the pink and red heart shaped balloons.

"Got something against Valentine's Day, miss Bella?" It was then I noticed a subtle southern accent he had. He must have lived south before coming up here to lovely old Washington. I laughed breathlessly.

"Just that it's too much today." I said rolling my eyes. I could see him shut his mouth when he went to say something and I couldn't help but be curious. There was a bell and Emmett stopped wiping and excused himself. I continued to wipe up when he came back with a huge plate of at least 8 pancakes. "I'm supposed to eat all of that?" I said in shock. I got the pancakes because they were cheap, only 4 dollars. These must cost so much more.

"Yeah, we make a lot of food for every dollar." I couldn't help but be greatful. He finished trying the table then began to walk away.

"Um. Would you like to sit down?" I called out stupidly.

What are you doing?

He turned back and smiled then looked around the restaurant.

"I think I can spare my break." He said as he slid into the booth chair across from me. I picked up one pancake with my fork then pointed to them.

"Please, feel free. I'm honestly not going to eat anywhere near this much. He went to protest by I pointed my pancake for at him and glared making him shut up and take one.

After a moment of somehow comfortable silence, he swallowed and looked at me.

"Where are ya from?" He said curiously. I smiled at him.

"I'm from Arizona but I'm living in Port Angeles now." I said before I took another bite. "You?"

"I'm from a town in Tennessee but ya know, I needed to get out of there. Such a small town, I couldn't take it." That explains the accent.

"How did you chose from Tennessee to…here?" I said gesturing to the restaurant about half an hour outside of port Angeles.

"Well I moved up here to live with my grandmother once I graduated High School. She lived a couple hours from here. When she passed she left her house to me so I lived there for a while, and now I'm living in an apartment in Forks. (Oh hey. Forks is pretty big in this world. Not city big, but not as small as it actually is) I tensed slightly at the name, because that's where several people I didn't want to think about lived. I shook it off and smiled. "How did you go from Arizona, to here." He countered.

"Well I moved up here to live with my Dad in Forks my junior year of High School. I hated living up here but hated living in Arizona as well so I stayed. As soon as I turned eighteen I moved out here." He nodded actually interested in my short half as story. "How old are you, and are you a serial killer?" I teased. He smiled again and I saw those damn dimples.

"I'm twenty two and no, I'm pretty sure I'm not." I smiled and he gestured to me.

"Twenty one in two weeks." I said, not liking the fact I was just twenty. "College?" I asked.

"Yupp. Going to be a trained physical assistant then maybe open my own gym." I nodded in surprise, wow. He knew what he wanted to do.

"Online college for now. I take pictures, cook, and write. So obviously, I have no clue what I'm going to do for a career." We laughed together. Our conversations flowed like that for the next hour and half and I was never more grateful that no one else came into the restaurant. We both had coffees and I wrapped my hands around the cup, occasionally looking down at it when I got mesmerized by him. He was so gorgeous. And nice. And Real. And

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BELLA?

My mind screamed at me.

Relationships have gotten you NO WHERE in the past. All the men in your life have let you down, why let another one in.

My inner crazy voice was right. I couldn't do this, could I?

"So, where's your boyfriend? He won't mind you staying so long talking to me, will he?" He said avoiding my eyes. I laughed once and took a sip of coffee.

"Nonexistent." I said rolling my eyes.

"Oh really? That's why the balloons are pissing you off." I couldn't help but smile, even if it was a sore subject.

"Relationship of about four years, ended a couple weeks ago. Then our stupid song came on and I dropped my water." I blurted out. He stared at me with wide eys.

"Wow, I'm sorry Bells. I didn't mean to bring it up." I smiled and looked back down at my coffee. He called me Bells.

I loved when people called me that.

"It's fine. Things happen I guess." I shrugged even though it was probably obvious that this killed me. "So what about your girlfriend, won't she get jealous that you're here?" I asked without meeting his eyes, trying to be smooth.

Yeah. Reeeealll smooth Bella.

I could see him crack that smirk that I was really learning to find irresistible.

"Nonexistent." He quoted my words from earlier and I smiled. 'My last girlfriend was…" He thought about it. "a little over a year ago and she cheated on me so…yeah." I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you just love people?" I asked sarcastically. He lifted his coffee mug.

"I'll toast to that." And so we did. My phone which was on the middle of the table, lit up and started vibrating so we both instinctually looked at the screen.

A picture of skull and cross bones popped up and the words 'Charlie' read below it. I rolled my eyes and hit ignored.

We ignored it and continued talking before it went off again.

"Who's Charlie and why doesn't he understand 'ignore'?" Emmett joked once I rejected him for the fourth time.

"My father." I rolled my eyes.

"Shouldn't you answer then?" He asked curiously. Not prying, just wondering. That was certainty going to take some time to get used to.

"Nope." I said popping the 'p'. "He calls me every holiday like something's going to have changed from one to the other." I said before taking another sip. He tilted his head curiously.

"Not good relationship with the old man, I assume." Again, just curiosity. Not demanding answers and pressing the issue like I was used to.

"No, it never has been. My mom and I managed to mend our relationship probably because I lived with her most of my childhood. But Charlie and I…We've never seen eye to eye." I felt comfortable with that answer because I didn't give out too much information, but enough to satisfy him. He nodded.

"I guess I've always been lucky in that way. My parents, Carlisle and Esme, have always been together and were good about arguing in front of me and my siblings." I smiled, it always made me happy to hear about happy lives.

"You have siblings?" I asked dumbly. He smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. My sister is Alice. But my parents adopted Jasper when we were young and him and her are happily in love."

"That's strange, but wonderful." I said with a smile. "I've always wanted a sibling, but my parents divorced before they had another. But my mom has a daughter now, Casey. It's not the same though. I think I wish I had an older brother, you know. Someone to look after me and threaten people if need be and—wow. I'm sorry." I apologized after my animated rant.

"Don't be sorry." He said reaching out to light touch my hand, still wrapped tightly around the coffee mug. I pulled back suddenly as though he burned me. I couldn't do this again.

"I usually don't dump my issues on other people like this." I said quickly.

"It's fine. I usually don't talk this much about my life either." I smiled at his sincerity.

"I really should get going." I said looking at the sun in the west sky. I looked at my watch and my eyes widened. I got here at 11. It was now almost 4. "I really should get going. I didn't even think when I came all the way out here. I just needed to get out ya know? And—sorry. I'm doing it again." I said as I scrambled to get my purse and things together. I took out a twenty and handed it to him.

"Bella, you're check was only 7 dollars. This is too much." He said handing it back to me.

"No take it. Payment for listening to me all day." I said putting it on the table.

"I liked talking to you all day." He said standing up. Wow, he was really tall.

Focus Bella!

"Thank you. For everything." I said sincerely. I started to walk away but he followed me.

"Wait. I want to see you again." He said putting a hand on my shoulder. He felt so warm and secure. I turned around.

"No you don't. I'm sort of a mess."

"I like messes." He countered. I rolled my eyes heavily. "Please let me take you out?" He asked with those huge puppy dog blue eyes. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I don't know about that." I mumbled. Remembering what I said about my ex he quickly adjusted.

"How about some coffee?" He pressed and I bit my lip again. What could coffee hurt? Seeing my resolve was slipping he continued. "Come on, you can't even call that a date." I laughed and couldn't help but agree.

"Okay, I guess you're right. Coffee sounds great." I said looking up at his massive form. I could see him doing a victory dance in his head and giggled. I wrote down my number on a napkin and handed it to him.

"I'll call you as soon as I know a date." He said as I started walking backwards, never the more thankful that I didn't trip.

"I'll be waiting." With a goodbye smile I turned around and nearly sprinted to my car. Once I got in I let my head fall back against the seat and I squealed.

This was really stupid of me, because it was just going to end painfully, but I was a glutton for punishment and maybe I would make a friend?

I laughed out loud at myself.

Yeah, like I could ever be just friends with Emmett Cullen. I bit my lip and started to drive out of the parking lot, humming from happiness. I ignored my phone buzzing with the words 'Charlie' under it and paid no attention to the box of things I was going to be giving back to him.


You were in college working part time waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back.

I was a flight risk with a fear of falling

Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts.


Well? Did you like it? Enough reviews and I'll continue it! I'm probably going to keep it about this length and just go till the song is over. Hahaha, this just came to me the other day the morning after my Taylor Swift concert. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.

If I get enough feedback from this story, I will make a series of Taylor Swift songfics and probably go to an All Time Low series too. YAY

Seriously, I love you all so much. And I really want to continue this story.

Stay beautiful.

~Pepper