A/N: So here's my newest idea. I was watching Flower Girl on Hallmark Channel, and I immediatly thought of Edward and Bella. So here is my version of Flower Girl with a Twilight twist to it! Enjoy.

Despite holding onto romantic notions of love at first sight, florist Bella Swan is beginning to give up hope that the man of her dreams will suddenly appear. But before she knows it, she has not one but two potential suitors on her hands, and must decide if its time to follow her heart or her head.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or Flower Girl. Twilight is and will always be Stephenie's brainchild. As for Flower Girl, Hallmark owns that little chestnut. I just own Bella's feisty attitude.

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"No more Rosie!" I huffed at my cousin Rose as I attempted to put together a floral arrangement through my annoyance. She and I owned a quaint little florist, called Rose's Turn Flower Shop. After we both graduated from college at 22, we decided to open our own business. It was actually her idea, which shocked me. My cousin Rosalie never once showed an interest in flowers and putting together arrangements for angry, bossy bridezillas. But here we are two years later, with a flourishing shop.

My annoyance with her today stemmed from her constant need to set me up with guys. To say the dates were unsuccessful would be an understatement. Each of them were like one of those really bad car accidents you pass on the highway. You don't really want to see the carnage, you just can't help it. You can't look away. However, when I pass one, I always look for survivors. I always pass with a little hope. That is why I continued to "watch" these train wrecks, in hopes that one would be a survivor.

"Bella, cmon! I know you're waiting for the sparks and whole 'love at first sight' bit, but you're not getting any younger. And who knows Ben could be 'the one'." This was her arguement, it was always her arguement. If my love life was based on her arugements, I'd be in a polygamous relationship with about 10 guys who were "The one". Though this was the first time she mentioned my whole love at first sight belief. She never once threw that back in my face, until today. Of course I believed in it... who doesn't? Though I have to admit, with every horrible date, my belief is dwindling.

"Honestly, Bells. Ben works with Emmett, he's his business partner, and you know I'd never set you up with one of his friends unless I knew he was good enough for you."

I rolled my eyes at her comment, "I have nothing against Em's friends or business partners Rosalie." It wasn't a complete lie. I really didn't know his friends or any of his partners well enough to dislike them or not. "I'm just done for awhile." I walked away from her to put the arrangement in the fridge, hoping our conversation was over, of course my luck wasn't that good.

"Just come to the resturant tonight, Emmett said Ben really wants to meet you." She pleaded.

As much as I wanted to say no, I couldn't. Emmett was Rose's husband, who owned the hottest resturant here in Carlsbad; I mean who am I to pass up free food. I swear she should have started this conversation with, 'Meet me at Em's, he wants to treat us'. I would have gladly agreed to go and she wouldn't be here pleading her case.

I silently weighed my options. I could either sit at home and wait to hear Rose bitch and moan to me or I could give in and have a nice dinner with my family and this shmuck Ben. "Fine," I grumbled, "But you have to promise me that if I don't hit it off with him, no more setting me up."

"I promise." She said with a smug smile.

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"I just wish she'd get the hint and stop setting me up." I complained to my best friend, Alice. After agreeing to dinner with Ben, I needed to clear my mind. So I called Alice to go jogging with me. "I never hit it off with any of the guys, it never goes past the one date."

"You know why, right?" Alice asked, trying to catch up with me. I shook my head, "It's because all the guys you go for, and all the guys Rose sets you up with, are clearly not ready to settle down."

She was right. All the guys Rose set me up with only wanted one thing... sex. A couple of them even called me weeks later for a booty call, even though I never showed interest in them. And the guys I've met on my own were the same.

"How about this... this weekend, check out all the single men at my wedding. Jazz has some pretty hot single cousins," She wiggled her eyebrows. "No commitment, I'm not forcing you to do anything, just look around, have fun."

"Alright, we'll see what happens."

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By the time I had gotten back to the shop after my run, Rose was pissed at me. Ranting, "Now you're all sweaty, it'll take you longer to get ready for your date."

I ignored her the best that I could the rest of the day, and left her to close the shop up without a goodbye. Which leads me to where I am now, stitting on the floor of my closet, towel wrapped around my body. What do you wear on a date that you don't even want to go on? As I was trying to figure out what to wear, my phone rang. Knowing it was Rose, I let my machine pick up. "Isabella Marie Swan you better be getting ready! I don't want to hear any of your lame ass excuses. I'm picking you up in forty five minutes and you better look sexy, so get your ass off of the floor and get dressed. Love you!"

Of course she knew that I was sitting on the floor of my closet. She's found me in this very spot on numerous occassions. Sexy? I better look sexy? God she's asking alot of me today. If I'm completely honest, I'd like to go the lazy route and wear my favorite pair of skinny jeans with a plaid button up. But Rose would kill me, so I decided on the safe route and threw on a cream tiered belted tube dress. I topped it with a dusty pink shread detail cardigan. Forty-five minutes was enough time for me to blow dry and flat iron my hair. I had just finished when my doorbell rang. I flipped off the light and walked out as Rose walked into my room.

"Hey there, hot stuff," she winked, "Plan on going barefoot tonight?"

I rolled my eyes, "Why did you bother ringing my bell if you're just going to walk in?" I asked as I slipped on my brown boots.

"Are you ready?" she asked ignoring my question.

I looked her over, to make sure she was dressed just for dinner and dinner only. She wore a red sleeveless, rope detail top with a black satin pencil skirt with flattering lines that accentuated her curves and a pair of black peep toe heels. This was definitely not one of her clubbing outfits.

"Ready as I'll ever be..." I trailed off as I slipped on my heart leather bracelet and watch. As soon as the words left my mouth, she all but dragged me from my place and left to witness the accident that was waiting to happen.

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Forty-five minutes. We've been at dinner for forty-five minutes, and Ben is a no show. "Ten more minutes, then I'm outta here." I said pointedly at Rose.

She frowned at me and quickly turned to Emmett, who spoke up, "I'll call him again Bells, don't leave yet."

"Don't call him again, he didn't answer the other four times you called what'll make this time different? Besides, I'm tired and I've waited the greater part of an hour for a blind date I wanted no part of." I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest, "So you better sober up quick Rosalie McCarty, because I'm going home."

"You can't go home Bella." Rose pleaded as I shook my head, "You said you'd try tonight."

I slammed my hand down on the table, "What the fuck do you think I'm doing? I'm here aren't I? I'm not the one who stood him up, it was the other way around." I whispered harshly, my anger getting the best of me. "Screw waiting ten minutes, I'm going home now. I'll take a cab." I gave Emmett a kiss on the cheek and left without a second glance at Rosalie.

So much for me not taking tonight seriously.

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I hope you liked how I've set up the plot so far. Sorry if there were any mistakes. I looked it over about 3 times, and I have no beta, so please bear with me :)

If you are willing or know someone who is willing to beta, let me know.

Anywhosie... Review?