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I finally got the balls to post this up! It's my very first attempt at writing fanfiction :)

I would like to thank my wonderful Beta, Jules (jules1000) for her help and support! You are loved! ;D

I really hope people will read this, and a review would be very nice!

Love!

Robsicle

Summary

Isabella's the proud owner of her own coffee shop. Edward Cullen and his band 'After Twilight' are touring through the States and end their tour in Seattle. He's got enough of the stalking fans and his home town Chicago and is having severe writer's block. When his sister Alice drags him with her for brother-sister bonding time he meets the girl that's going to make his music and his heart live again.

Piece of Cake.
Chapter One

I prepped myself for the start of the noon shift, pulled on my apron and placed some freshly iced cakes into the counter; making sure they were all cut in even pieces and started brewing the coffee.

It was Friday, so Rosalie would be here soon to help me, like she did every week, as did Angela. Rosalie normally came around seven-thirty, and Angela at eleven but the both of them had worked so many hours already this week that I decided they could have a little time off and that they could start at eleven today.

Friday was the busiest day of the entire week, along with Monday. Don't ask me why. On weekdays, the shop was open from seven (in the morning) until four in the afternoon, and most of the time the place was crowded with college and university students with their laptops who craved caffeine and buttery goodness, along with the occasional senior ladies who came by for their two p.m. mug of coffee and a nice chat with their friends or even grandchildren sometimes.

Business men stopped by for their morning shot of double espresso or fat-free lattes for the business ladies. I provided free Wi-Fi-access for all my customers, which made it a very desirable place to hang out.

I retreated into the kitchen again when my alarm-clock went off, announcing that another batch of my Chocolate Luna-tics cookies was ready and awaiting me in the oven.

These cookies were very popular at my shop. They were basically your average vanilla and chocolate dough with large bits of chocolate mixed in, and shaped as crescent moons, hence the name.

I took my oven-mittens and placed the cookies on a rail to cool down. The radio was playing softly in the background and I hummed along to the newest Britney.

The bell rang, informing me Rosalie and Angela had arrived for their shifts. I checked the clock, it was already ten to eleven, and I couldn't have been happier to see them.

I'd been working my ass off all morning, and I couldn't feel my feet anymore. I was all by myself and even when I opened the shop earlier, thinking the crowd wouldn't wait to arrive at seven-thirty in one big group, but they did anyway, making me feel dizzy from turning to the coffee-maker to the display window, to the till and to the customer about a thousand times.

I was glad the most hectic part of the day was over, and looked forward to the old ladies and students who'd stop by this afternoon because they could actually afford to wait five minutes until they got their coffee. Business folks? Not so keen on the waiting.

I ran out of the kitchen, seeing my two girls approach me and smiling broadly.

"Hi, Bella! How did it go this morning? Not regretting it that you let us sleep-in?" Angela asked me.

"Hey girls," I wiped my hands on my apron. "Let's say I was very close to calling you. It was like all coffee shops in Seattle were closed by the look of it, we had double the amount of customers as usual I think," I said, exaggerating a bit.

"Oh gosh, you should've called us Sweetie! You know we would've come to rescue you!" Rosalie said coming over to hug me.

I was so glad I had Rosalie and Angela, the two angels I was proud to be able to call my best friends in this entire world.

We got along so well, despite the fact we were miles apart in personality and looks. Rosalie was the blond-bombshell with the rocking body and ice-blue eyes. She could be quite the bitch, and was a very strong an independent woman who didn't need a man by her side to boss around. If anyone was boss, it was Rose. She hoped to open up her own garage one day, once she saved enough money by working here. I really tried to help her with that by letting her do more hours than Angela, who agreed with me on that one since she liked to spend a lot of time with her fiancé, Ben.

Angela is a complete saint, with shoulder-length dark brown hair and matching eyes, rimmed by a pair of grey glasses. She always managed to look fresh, always smiled and was sometimes too sweet for her own good. She had been dating Ben since her senior year of high school, which had already been six years ago by now. Time flies when you're busy, I guess. Their relationship even survived three years of college, during which Angela had spent miles away from Ben to complete her degree in English. Why she wanted to work here, at the shop, instead of being a teacher was a mystery to me. I guess she liked it here.

I on the other hand, didn't go to college, because my father, police chief Charlie Swan, couldn't afford it. He had been forced to only work part-time after he had an accident at work, that caused him to have serious back problems and a bad leg. I felt so sorry for him. He felt sorry for me, and felt guilty that he had to take away my chance at education and my dream to do something with psychology or English. It took me months to reassure him that I'd be fine. I took a job at the bakery in Forks, the town we were living in. The baker, Tom, was from French descent and taught me how to develop the skills I possess now. People came from far to little Forks to buy his fabulous éclairs de Duval, his own special recipe for the most delicious chocolate éclairs I'd ever eaten in my entire life.

Tom encouraged me to make things of my own, and so the Chocolate Luna-tics were born, with approval from the master himself. I did what Rosalie was doing now; saving up and making plans for the future. And in a span of five years time I was able to save enough money to buy a little shop in Seattle and make it my own slice of heaven.

My father helped me with the whole process, and even got me an entire team of workmen from La Push to put up the place exactly like I wanted it. He asked Sam Uley's team to come over. They had been friends of ours for a very long time. They did the hard duties, I made them food and coffee, and got them the occasional beer at the end of the day.

I was very proud of what I had accomplished, and never even thought that I would ever open up a shop of my own. I never considered myself a business woman, not that I consider myself that today, but I had to admit I liked it. Being my own boss made me feel free, strong and independent. But I didn't have a thing against Rose though, the alpha-woman of the twenty-first century.

My heart swelled with pride the day that Thomas Duval, my teacher stopped by on the opening day, and helped me to paint the name on the door and the sign.

The rest is history, as they say. And just like that, Piece of Cake was born.

So, should I keep going?