A/N: This is my first FanFic, as you can see. I'm a bit apprehensive about publishing it, I've been wanting to write a story for a while and finally got an idea I could try to work with. I've tried to make the story as coherent as possible but i'll keep learning from my mistakes. The outcome for the coin toss will based on flipping an actual coin myself before each chapter is written. I'll write what Bella has to choose from on my profile, heads and tails, for the result, you'll find out within the chapter. Duh!!!!

(Characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.)

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BPOV

A million things running through my head, I'd been up since early morning, I hardly had a moment to myself since, constant back and forth, clothes on, clothes off, hair and face, up, down, sexy, natural or both. The stress of planning for weeks only to have it be over in just over 30minutes. I didn't mind, it bother me that much, I saw myself as the help, if the clothing I wore failed to impress, it wasn't my job on the line. I wouldn't be punishing myself after having slaved away for 6-months only to have my efforts criticized and made feel like a failure. My responsibility was to turn up on time, look the part and walk. Today I had been booked for 5 shows, they don't last long but waiting around and with the hair, makeup and outfit changes, especially when the shows were in quick succession, they took a toll on me. But right now, I had just finished and was retouching my makeup in the bathroom, having felt a slight weight off my shoulders but knowing my day wasn't over yet.

"Hang on!" I shouted to the person knocking impatiently on the other side of the door while I pulled my black sweater over my head, making an effort to not smudge any of my makeup. Once I gave myself a quick look over, I fumbling around in my pocket for a coin.

I had this 'thing' of flipping a coin to make the decision for me when I was indecisive. I know, I know, fairly stupid, huh? But it's become a habit and sometimes the results are good and other times it causes more trouble. But I like to think it is fate that chose my outcome, not the result of a coin toss.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tossed the coin up and in split seconds, I knew I had my result.

Heads, I would go out tonight. Tails, I would go back to my flat and catch up on the sleep I desperately longed for just hours earlier.

Eyes still closed, I took a few more deep breaths and a part of me hoped for tails. Heads wasn't too bad, I didn't have to be up until 11am and it was only 9:36pm now. I was used to late nights and early mornings, with precious moments of sleep stashed in-between.

I unwillingly opened my eyes and looked at where the coin had dropped.

Heads.

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"Fuck," I thought as a camera flashed in my face. This is something no-one ever gets used to. They would love it if I tripped and fell over on these stairs. Thankfully there was a hand holding onto me and leading me towards the car that had a group of friends waiting for me. Calling them friends was a bit of a overstatement. Most of these people were merely acquaintances, just people you meet on the job and work with from time to time, but not ones I would call to help me with a favour. Though there were others I wouldn't count as 'close', but enough to keep in contact with and invite for a night out. Only a small minority would slip through the cracks and become the ones I would rely on during a drunken 2am phone call brought on by the ending of The Notebook in a bout of bad jet lag. As everyone will tell you, one of the perks of this job included traveling to beautiful countries, but most of the time I couldn't control when and where these trips would happen, it meant having to miss birthdays and anniversaries, but I made sure I made it up to the ones I loved. Sometimes on days like these, traveling really fucked me up. It was a 50/50 win/lose situation.

Despite the sleepiness and knowing that I could say no and go home without repercussions, I still slipped into the car and closed the door behind me, shutting out the bright flashes of light from the other side. In minutes, lines of coke were being offered around, but I passed on the offer, I could use this as an excuse to slip out early and get home before too late.

About 40minutes later we arrived at the club. I didn't bother looking at the name of the place, I wasn't planning to come back again, I tried to take in as little information about this place as possible, even though I agreed to come out, I didn't really want to much of an effort. I came out to please others, stupidly. Although I flipped the coin, It never meant that I had to make an effort to have fun. Some friends and family, including ex-boyfriends, didn't understand why I let a coin toss rule make the decision for me as they knew that I didn't always follow the rules of the game, but it was something for me. Something to have a little fun with. I didn't know how to explain it, but they didn't force me to do anything that I didn't want to.

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The bartender glanced up to the entrance where a group of people had just walked in. They were nothing out of the usual clientele, they were smiling, laughing and beautiful. But something about the girl at the back of the group caught his attention. Like the group she had just come in with, she was stunning and looked vaguely familiar. The smile she had on didn't reach her eyes, they looked tired and unfocused, which could have been an explanation to why she wasn't paying to attention, not that her friends would notice, they were too busy checking out the other people in the club. She hung around dark-lit walls and didn't seem talkative, but still nodded along to her friend's conversation and answered questions that were aimed her direction. She ignored the guys trying to catch her eye and the people who were whispering about her to their friends.

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EPOV

"Hey! Hey! Bartender!" The sound of clicking fingers broke me out of my thoughts and I turned towards the short snappy words being aimed towards my direction. I turned around to face the impatient customer, making a conscious effort to not roll my eyes at her.

"Sorry, Miss, what would you like?"

The voice belonged to a poker straight haired blonde with dark smokey eyes and a bit too much blusher. The blonde smiled and eyed me up and down. The voice that had just been rude, short and snappy only seconds earlier, turned into a girly one and with a slight husk. "Hi.... Edward," the blonde said to me, reading my name-tag and acting as if nothing had happened. Trying to give me a subtle flutter of her lashes, holding out her hand across the bar as if to try and introduce herself to me. I ignored the arm reaching over the counter and simply gave a small wave and waited for her to order. The blonde seemed to have given up for a moment and ordered a Dirty Martini. Emphasizing the 'Dirty'. I again ignored her attempts of flirting and turned around to make her drink. She payed for the drink and left me a small tip on top of a napkin with her name and number. "Lauren - Dirty Martini xxx" I was used to being hit on on the job, but to be honest, blondes were not my type, so sorry, Lauren, no call back for you, and threw away the napkin. The blonde was the last customer on my shift and I got ready to finish up and go home. But just as I was screwed up the napkin into a ball to discretely throw away, I noticed the girl with the unfocused eyes again and partially regretted having to finish my shift, but just as I was taking off the apron that was part of the uniform, she looked over at my direction. But just quickly as she had looked towards me, she looked away and disappeared into the crowd.

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BPOV

We skipped the queue of the club, a few of us knew the owner of this place and the bouncers on the door, a few heckles from the semi drunken line but silence fell when they saw us. This being part of the 'beautiful' crowd has it's benefits sometimes, but in others, I'd have preferred that no-one gave me special treatment and treated me normal, instead of the model/party girl image that I got stereotyped with.

Being inside of the club was OK, I mainly stuck to the dark-lit walls, keeping it low key while most of my group wondered towards the middle, the centre of attention. I noticed one of our group, Lauren, had headed straight to the bar. We didn't get along. We had mutual friends, we were not enemies but she took an instant dislike to me from day one and I didn't make the effort to make her like me either. I regretted not taking the line of coke from earlier, it would have perked me up a little, just enough to stay here before quietly slipping away. The voice of Lauren's laugh broke me out of my daydream, I looked up and saw the unsubtle nodding of her head towards the bartender.

He was looking at a white square he was holding in his hands, a napkin I assumed and judging from Lauren's grinning face and her unsubtle actions, it had come from her. Even from a distance I could see that he was tall, green eyed, and had this beautiful bronze coloured hair that I questioned to myself whether it was natural or not. I also imagined running my hands through his hair... I then saw him fumbling around with the napkin and thought he was probably trying to put the napkin into his pocket for later. I took a quick look at Lauren and saw her smug face, I felt like going up to the bartender myself and give him my number and see that smile wiped off her face, two could play that game, but I was too tired to bother. Plus not many guys rejected Lauren's advances so I knew should stop looking at him and start finding a way of escape. I gave up all hope on the guy, I certainly didn't want Lauren's sloppy seconds.

One more look at him and i'll go, he's probably going back home to his girlfriend or going round the back to the staff room to call Lauren so I decided now was when I should start heading home. For a moment I thought he had looked at me but my legs were already dragging me away, and it was probably just the mind playing tricks. A few more minutes in here and I'll be found by someone and be made to stay the whole night. Maybe I should have made some sort of note of the name of this place, just so I can come back to have a glimpse of the bartender, come back at a time when I wasn't feeling so tired, but I tried to forget about him, after tonight, Lauren would have had her ways with him and he'd be damaged goods. One final last glance back at the bar and he was gone.

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A/N - Just wanted to say, if you've made it this far, thank you! Hopefully there wasn't any contradictory moments, if there are any, or even missing words or something is uncoherent, etc, let me know. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. Put me on author alert or whatnot, there will be something soon. Promise. Please do review if you're interested in another chapter. Baby steps you know, baby steps.