HI EVERYONE!

I know what you're going to say: "WHAT?! A NEW STORY? WHEN YOU'RE NO WAY NEAR FINISHED WITH THE OTHER TWO?! Well, I'll explain later.

The story; Yes, I came up with a new idea. I really wanted to try if it would work, and I liked writing it, and all sorts of ideas came into my head, so I wanted to post this, so you could all tell me what you think.. :)

TO THE PEOPLE WHO ALSO READ MY OTHER TWO STORIES:

I'm sorry I started another story without finishing the other two. I know I should work on them, but the truth is that I have zero inspiration for them. When I posted a chapter, I didn't get a lot of reviews, which is fine, because i won't beg for reviews, if you don't have anything to say, then you don't have to. But you guys have to know, that those reviews ARE my inspiration, there are ideas in there, and they make me feel as if I have something to write for.
So maybe, if you all like this story, I also get inspired for my other two stories, and maybe I'll finally continue them, because I still plan on continuing them.

Now, please read this new story. And, Have fun. :)

BPOV

"Oh my gosh, look at that guy over there." Jessica pointed at someone who was sitting right behind me. I –very subtly- looked back to see who she was talking about. There was a gorgeous young man sitting at the table, reading some kind of magazine. "Wow, he's so handsome, he must be gay. All the cute ones are gay."

I laughed at Jessica's assumption. Yes, that was why our two friends Lauren and Angela have those attractive boyfriends. Sure, Jessica. "That's not true." I reminded her. "Remember your ex? And the one before that one? They were both gorgeous, and none of them gay."

"Yet." Was Jessica's reply. I laughed at her joke, until I noticed that she wasn't actually making one. She was dead serious.

I glanced at the handsome stranger again. There was something about his hair, which looked as if he came straight out of his bed, his eyes, which were piercing green, and how they framed his gorgeous face. All those things on top of his muscled body was enough to make any girl faint. He looked like someone you'd see shirtless on one of those billboards.

I sighed at the sight of him. Yes, he looked amazing, but he would never go out with someone like me. But Jessica was convinced he'd fall for her. She was running her hands through her beautiful long blonde hair. I recognized the expression on her face; she was rehearsing a few opening lines, trying to decide which one to choose.

"Jess," I said. "You're not actually going to talk to him, are you?" It was true, Jessica was prettier than I was, way prettier, but this guy was way out of her league. I hated to say it about my best friend, but it was the truth. She was pretty, just not pretty enough. I wouldn't like to think about how much this guy was out of my league, if Jessica wasn't even in his.

Jessica ignored my comment though, and was just preparing to get up to talk to him. She uncrossed her long, tanned legs and winked at me. "Bella, I'm going over there." She told me. "Don't wait up tonight." She said in a voice that made it clear what she thought about doing tonight. And what she wanted to do was the handsome stranger.

Then she walked to him and let me sitting here alone in the café.

See, Jessica and I have been best friends since high school. We just started college, and now share an apartment. I love Jessica, I really do, she's a great friend and she's always cheerful. But sometimes, you just wanted to strangle her, like I wanted to do now. Because even though I was her best friend, she'd always leave me for a guy. They were just her priority. I understood, I did, but I was her best friend!! She couldn't always dump me for a guy.

Okay, so maybe this time I was just a little mad because I wanted that guy.. And maybe she wouldn't always dump me. I just overreacted a little bit.

Jessica and I had two other friends; Angela and Lauren. They shared the apartment next door, so that was pretty cool. They often dropped in, and we did the same to them. It was more like we'd live together with the four of us, instead of just me and Jessica.

So when Jessica started a conversation with the handsome stranger, I decided to call Angela to see if she was doing anything tonight. I didn't really enjoy hearing Jessica and her 'guests' at night.

I was lucky because Angela hadn't made any plans, so I immediately suggested to have dinner. Just the two of us. We haven't done that for so long, so naturally Angela agreed without having to persuade her.

I let her choose the restaurant, because the girl has an amazing taste. Everywhere she'd take me, I'd always love it. When we ordered, she always ordered something that tasted even more amazing than my order, so now I always let her order for me.

Angela told me not to worry, she'd make the reservations and would call me back later to let me know the rest of the details. When I hung up I felt a lot better than before. I always loved to have dinner with Angela. We got together every once in a while and discussed our work, men and our two other friends, Lauren and Jessica. Out of all three of them, Angela was definitely my favourite, even though I lived with Jessica. I'm sure Jessica preferred Lauren, too. I didn't always get our strange living situation, but most of the time was happy with my life. Yes, I confess, sometimes I wished I had a great boyfriend like Angela.

Angela was madly in love with Ben Cheney, her old boyfriend from high school. They broke up when they graduated, but ran into each other a couple of months ago and fell in love all over again. Ben was a great guy and the two of them were so happy together.

I really missed having a boyfriend, something I would never confess to my friends. Especially not Lauren and Jessica. They could get every man they wanted to, so it felt strange to confess to them that I wanted a man, but couldn't get one.

I put my phone back in my purse and was about to pay and leave, when I noticed Jessica and the stranger. Jessica was walking back. Why was she walking back? When she went up to a guy, she didn't walk back! She'd go somewhere with him. But, as I said before, he's way out of her league, so maybe that was the reason she was walking back. She plopped down on the couch and sighed. "Bella, the weirdest thing just happened to me." She started. "I went over there, introduced myself the usual way…"

The usual way meant that she practically flashed the guy her boobs while she said her name. Yes, I think it's a little slutty. No, I didn't approve. And no, she wouldn't listen to me.

"And he just looked at me." Continued. "Not even really looking, he just looked up, said hi, and then looked down!" Her voice went all squeaky, something I've never heard before. This guy must really be something.

Oh, who am I kidding, the man's everything!

She was completely stressed out and didn't understand a thing of what had just happened. Well, I could tell her in three simple words: "You. Got. Rejected." But I'd never say that to her face, because I knew she loved to be loved. And when someone didn't love her, well, she would not stop until that someone was on his/her knees, begging her to forgive him or her for being so stupid. I've seen it many times, and I knew she was planning on trying the same technique on this man, but I knew it wouldn't work. He wasn't your average man, he was some sort of supermodel man. Not someone who would beg her for forgiveness. He looked more like someone who made supermodels beg him for forgiveness.

But instead of saying all those things to her, I just listened to her complaining about getting rejected, while not actually using the r-word.

"I didn't even get his name!" She whined. "He wouldn't even tell me that! He just said hi!" I hoped she wouldn't cry. She looked as if she was about to, but over a guy she has barely even talked to? Not even Jessica would be that stupid. Or would she?

"He said hi, and nothing more. He wasn't even looking at my boobs!" She almost sobbed. "All he was interested in," she said, "was that stupid magazine!"

"I know Jess." I comforted her. "Maybe he'll come back and ask for your number?" I suggested, but Jessica didn't believe it.

"No!" She said. "No, because he already left!" I looked behind me and saw that he indeed, had left. Jessica said something about not wanting to be here anymore, grabbed her coat and left too. I sighed and thought about what had just happened when I noticed something. The handsome stranger had left his phone. It still lay there on the table..

There were all these ideas forming in my head. He would call to find where his cell phone was, I would answer, we would start talking and we'd fall in love and live happily ever after.

Before I could laugh at my own ideas, some crazy impulse took over me, so I grabbed the phone, put it in my bag, and left too.

Like I said before; Reviews are my inspiration, and they are what keep me writing. So if you'd like me to continue this story, please review and let me know, and make me happy with all your comments, support and what you all like to write to me! :)

If you just read this story, without commenting, that's fine too. I'll love you all no matter what, because I love it that people would actually READ my stories. :)

Please, tell me what you think!

xx
indjee.