Disclainer: I don't own any of the Characters in this story.

It was a typical Saturday night. I sat at my computer desk, working on my English homework while my roommate Rosalie, tried on every piece of clothing she owned in search of the perfect outfit to wear for her night out. She settled on a sexy white tri-top romper, that barely gave her more coverage that a swimsuit (link in profile). She completed her outfit with 4-inch silver pumps and hoop earrings.

"How do I look?" She twirled around before grabbing her keys and purse off her bed.

"Wow, I like it. Everything looks good on you Rose." Rosalie was stunning. She had wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and a body that would make any supermodel jealous.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me to DV8 tonight?"

"No, that's ok. I still have a lot of homework I need to get done." Not to mention that next to her, I felt like a prepubescent 12 year old boy. A night out with Rosalie would equate to me sitting alone at the bar, while she spent the night dancing with beautiful strangers and chugging down free drinks.

"Alright then. See you in the morning." She took one last glance in the mirror, and then she left.

It felt good to be alone. I liked spending time with Rose, but I don't know how much longer I could listen to her talk about clothes, and parties and boys. Rosalie was one of the smartest people I know. she was a sophomore, like me, majoring in communications. At times though, she could just be a little shallow.

I finished my paper in no time. It was only 9:30. Instead of sticking to my usual routine, which entailed climbing into bed with a book and reading until I fell asleep, I decided to surf around on the internet.

I went to a couple of chat rooms that weren't very stimulating. I mostly got messages from guys looking for an easy hook-up. Sorry, not interested. I decided to try my luck with the university chat room. It was pretty empty. I followed a couple of conversations that talked about the football season and the student body elections next week. Nothing too interesting. I looked over at the clock. I had wasted a good hour, might as well call It a night.

Ding Instant message from Thatkindofguy.

Oh, why not.

I accepted the message.

Thatkindofguy: Hello.

JaneDoe007: Hi.

Thatkindofguy: Are you as bored with this room as I am.

JaneDoe007: Yeah. Just a little bit.

Thatkindofguy:only a little….

JaneDoe007: Ok. A lot. I was actually about to log out when I got your message.

Thatkindofguy: Aren't you glad I caught you

JaneDoe007: hmm…..not sure yet. You could be a deranged serial killer, posing as a college student.

ThatKindofguy: Oh, come on. Don't you trust me? ;)

JaneDoe007: I don't even know you.

ThatKindofguy: Well, what do you want to know? Ask me anything?

JaneDoe007: Ok. What is a young, I presume single, college guy, doing at home on the internet on a Saturday night?

ThatKindofguy: You presume correctly. I am single. I just started grad school this semester. I'm working towards getting my medical degree. It's a tough program, doesn't leave much time for a social life. In the end it will be worth it though.

JaneDoe007: So you're a grad student huh? That must make you 22-23? I'm impressed. It's not easy to get into the medical program here. You must be a smart cookie ;)

ThatKindofguy: 22. And yes, I was very lucky that they chose me for the program. What about you?

JaneDoe007: Oh. I'm a journalism major. I'm a sophomore. I just turned 20 in September. I'm sure luck had nothing to do with you getting into the program ;)

ThatKindofguy: Thanks. So…what are you doing home on a Saturday night? Shouldn't you have plans with your boyfriend or be out with your girls tonight?

JaneDoe007: No. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't date much. I'm here on an academic scholarship and can't afford to lose focus. I actually have only had one boyfriend my whole life. We broke up my senior year of high school. As for the club hopping with the girls, I'll take a pass. That's really not my thing.

ThatKindofguy: I see. So what is "your thing."

JaneDoe007: Hey! I thought I was supposed to be asking all the questions "My thing" is I love to read. I could spend all day at the library and never get tired of it. And I like watching old romantic movies. Cuddling up on my couch with a cup of hot chocolate, watching Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck fall in love in Roman Holiday would be perfect right now.

ThatKindofguy: Would it still be perfect if I were here to share it with you.

JaneDoe007: Yeah. I don't think I would mind you being here at all.

ThatKindofguy: I wouldn't mind either. I couldn't image a better way to spend my evening.

JaneDoe007: If you could be doing anything right now, what would it be?

ThatKindofguy: I would be here now, with you, doing exactly what I'm doing now.

JaneDoe007: Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.

ThatKindofguy: Nope. Only one.

JaneDoe007: Really? And who would that be?

ThatKindofguy: You silly girl.

JaneDoe007: I think you're feeding me a line. You can't tell me there isn't anything you wouldn't change.

ThatKindofguy: Yes. Now that I think of it, there is one thing I would change.

JaneDoe007: What's that?

ThatKindofguy: I wish I could be there with you in person. So you can hear the sincerity in my words. So you can look into my eyes and know that the things I tell you are true. No games, no ulterior motives.

JaneDoe007: Please don't take this the wrong way. You sound like a great guy. That's why I don't understand, why are you single?

ThatKindofguy: To be honest, I haven't been single very long. I dated someone for a year and a half. We broke up a couple months ago.

JaneDoe007: Can I ask what happened?

ThatKindofguy: Yeah. I though she was the one. I was going to ask her to marry me. That night I was going to propose I should have been working late. They let me leave early, so I picked up dinner and went straight home to our apartment. I didn't think she would be home yet. I wanted to surprise her, make sure everything was perfect. Imagine my surprise when I came home and found her rolling around on the couch with another guy. She wanted to work things out, but I couldn't. I couldn't trust her anymore after that.

JaneDoe007: I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have asked.

ThatKindofguy: It's ok. It was very hard at first. But day by day, it got a little easier. I know now that she wasn't the right one for me. If she loved me the way I thought she did, it wouldn't have come to that.

JaneDoe007: you're absolutely right. You deserve so much better.

ThatKindofguy: Thank you. If it's ok with you, can I ask you your real name? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

JaneDoe007: It's Isabella, but you can call me just Bella.

ThatKindofguy: Very nice to meet you Bella. I'm Edward.

JaneDoe007: I'm happy to meet you Edward.

ThatKindofguy: Bella….

JaneDoe007: Hmm….

ThatKindofguy: I really like you.

JaneDoe007: you really mean that?

ThatKindofguy: Yes. I'd like to talk to you again, if that's ok.

JaneDoe007: That would be great. Same time tomorrow?

ThatKindofguy: without a doubt.

JaneDoe007: It's getting late. I should go.

ThatKindofguy: Ok. Goodnight.

JaneDoe007: Bye

ThatKindofguy has logged off.

JaneDoe007 has logged off.

I hopped out of the chair, ran across the room and jumped into my bed. I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I couldn't believe this was happening. Tonight had been amazing. I really liked Edward. He seemed like such a sweet guy, smart, and compassionate. I had never talked to anyone like him. I drifted off to sleep, excited for what tomorrow would bring.

Rosalie was still sleeping when I woke up the next morning. I went over to my computer to check my email. 1 new message from ThatKindofguy. I eagerly clicked on the message.

Good Morning sweet Bella. I know we agreed to talk again tonight, but I couldn't wait that long. I apologize if this seems to forward. I've never met anyone like you before. You seem so smart, and caring. Truly one of a kind. Since we talked my every thought has occupied with you. I hope to speak to you again soon. I will be here, waiting for you.

"Wow! What is this?!" Rosalie's voice boomed from behind me.

I gasped and nearly jumped out of my skin. I hadn't noticed I was that engrossed in reading my email until now.

"Holy Crow Rosalie, you scared me! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

She grabbed a chair from her computer desk and moved it next to mine. "Did you meet a guy?" She inquired a sly smile on her face.

"No, were just talking. I don't even really know him." But I wanted to. I wanted to get to know every part of him.

"How was your night Rose?" If I knew there was one thing Rose loved more than prying in my personal life, it was talking about her own. I hoped to distract her enough that she would forget about the email.

"Ok" She scooted closer to me and grabbed my hand in hers. "You know Emmett Mccarty?"

"Emmett Mccarty, the football player?!"

"Mmm Hmm. He asked me to go out with him next weekend."

"Oh, Rose. Don't get me wrong, he's cute and all, But I don't know. How many people do you know that take 3 years to finish their senior year of college?"

"Well he redshirted his first year here, so technically he has only been a senior for two. Besides he is really focused on his football career. He could have gone pro his sophomore year, but decided to finish college first so he will have something to fall back on."

"Oh Rosalie, always the loyal Sepford wife." I joked sarcastically.

"Shut up." She let go of my hand and pushed me over. "I really like him."

"So I guess that means I'm spending another Saturday night alone huh?"

"Not that you'll be disappointed. So….. tell me about this guy you've been talking to. That email was pretty intense." Shoot. My distraction didn't go over as well as I thought.

"Were just friends. He seems like a really sweet guy."

"Sound's like somebody's got a crush on someone. Hey, maybe we can double next weekend."

"Maybe?"

I hadn't given much thought to actually meeting him. It was a scary thought. Would he want to take things further, beyond our instant messages. I don't know if I'm ready for that. Or even worse, what if we did meet and then he decided he didn't like me. I don't know if I would be able to take that kind of rejection.

"Well think about it. I'm gonna hop in the shower and head over to the rec center."

"Ok."

Rosalie went into the bathroom and closed the door. I closed out my email and logged in to my instant messenger.

JaneDoe007: Are you here?

ThatKindofguy: I missed you.

JaneDoe007: I missed you too.

Thatkindofguy: I couldn't stop thinking about you last night.

JaneDoe007: I could tell. I got the memo.

Thatkindofguy: Oh, the email. I hoped you wouldn't mind. I know we agreed to talk tonight.

JaneDoe007: yeah. No. I didn't mind. It was actually a really nice surprise. I really like you too.

We chatted for hours about our favorite movies, favorite songs, and our families. Edward was an only child, like me. He grew up in Chicago. He only moved to Tucson this year after getting accepted to the UA medical school.

JaneDoe007: I'll have to show you the city sometime. I've only lived in Tucson two years, but next to you, that makes me an expert.

Thatkindofguy: I would love to. How about this weekend?

JaneDoe007: Wait are you serious?

Thatkindofguy: Without a doubt. I really want to meet you Bella. Can I see you this weekend?

Shoot. What have I gotten myself into? I quickly tried to weigh the pro's and con's of accepting a date with Edward this weekend. In the end, none of it mattered. I cared a lot about Edward and didn't want to disappoint him.

JaneDoe007: Ok. How about Saturday night. Do you know where Sharks is? We could meet there at 9?

ThatKindofguy: Yes. I know where it is. 9 o clock sounds good.

JaneDoe007: Ok, It's a date. I'll see you then.

ThatKindofguy: Wait!

Sending file……..

A picture uploaded to my messenger. I handsome young man wearing a grey T-shirt and jeans, stood in front of a silver Volvo, leaning against the hood of the car. He had messy bronze hair and the most stunning green eyes. He was seriously hot! He looked like he just walked off the pages of a Calvin Klein ad.

JaneDoe007: wow is that you?

Thatkindofguy: Yes. That picture was taken this year. My parents bought me the car as a graduation gift. What do you look like Bella?

Oh crap. There was no way I could ever measure up to him. He was amazingly gorgeous, and I was…..well….mousy and boring.

JaneDoe007: Does that really matter?

Thatkindofguy: Lol. No. It doesn't matter to me what you look like. I just need to know how to find you on Saturday.

Yeah right!

JaneDoe007: um…yeah. Hold on I'll send you a picture.

I clicked into my documents and looked through my picture files. I had tons of pictures of Renee and Charlie. A few of my friends from high school. The only picture I actually had with me in it was the one Renee had taken of me and Rosalie when we first moved into the dorm. I sent it to Edward.

Thatkindofguy: Got it. Which one are you?

JaneDoe007: guess.

Thatkindofguy: Umm….the blonde?

JaneDoe007: you're right.

I know I shouldn't have misled him. But I didn't know what else to do. The guy was a god and already, he had chosen Rosalie. If anyone had the option of me or Rosalie, the choice would always be her.

Thatkindofguy: You are very beautiful.

I know. Rosalie would always be beautiful. And I would always be the plain best friend.

JaneDoe007: Thank you. Look Edward. I have to go. See you next weekend.

Thatkindofguy: until then.

JaneDoe007: Bye Edward.

I spent all next week avoiding Rosalie. I didn't know how to explain to her what I had done. I had unintentionally set her up on a date with a guy that I had a crush on. It was Thursday before she became savy to the fact that I was ignoring her. She confronted me that night as we were getting ready for bed.

"Bella what's been going on with you?"

"Nothing Rose, everything's fine." Gosh, I was such a bad liar.

"You're lying! You've been ignoring me all week!"

I climbed onto my bed and hugged my knees to my chest.

"I'm so so sorry Rose. There's something I need to tell you, I just don't know how."

She sat next to me on the bed. "What is it? You know you can tell me anything?"

I explained to her the conversation I had with Edward a couple of nights ago, how we had made plans to meet on Saturday, and how when he asked me to send him a picture, I let him think that I was her.

"Oh No, Bella! Why would you do that?"

"I don't know. I guess I just wanted him to like me."

"You have to fix this."

"I don't know how."

"Come on, we'll think of something."