Disclaimer: Don't own any characters. Credit goes to S. Meyers.

Summary: All Human. "The man of your dreams has just walked into your boutique after six years of not seeing him. What do you mean what do you do?" I gulped. "Get out there." To death row it is then.

A/N: First Twilight fic of mine and I'm really hoping you guys like it. The summary will change because right now it's just a quote from this chapter. This chapter is in Bella's P.O.V. I'll switch it up every once in a while though. Anyway, enjoy and if you like it or want me to continue, please leave a review.

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"Alice," I said in a medium voice. It wasn't loud enough to scare the customer in front of me but it was loud enough to hear through the paper thin walls we had at the boutique. A boutique, as Alice insisted it was. When customers asked me what it meant and why it was called a boutique instead of just 'shop' or 'store' Alice would step in, happily saying, 'It's French!' Leave it to Alice.

A few minutes of awkwardness passed between me and the customer until I finally closed my eyes and yelled out, "Alice!"

"Coming!" She yelled from the back room with a shoe box in her hands. "Seven and a half, right?" She smiled bright at the customer in front of her. The customer grinned back. You couldn't resist Alice. It should be tested so it can finally be declared scientifically impossible to resist Alice. "Anything else out here Miss Swan?"

My nose twitched. I hated when she called me that. I looked over to see her hair wasn't as neat as Alice would usually have it and there were a few creases in her shirt. I looked down. Jasper must have been here on his lunch break. "No, that's all," I shot her a fake smile as she grinned, saluted and practically jogged to the back.

I looked back to the customer who was looking at her shoes in the mirror. She gave a nod of satisfaction, pulled them off as she said, "I'll take 'em."

I gave a nod back as I rang up the box in front of me. She paid and walked out as I stared forward at the array of vanity mirrors. I tilted my head as I saw myself. The mirrors used to scare me easily just because it was so weird and screamed scary movie but I'm used to them now. I looked around the store. Clothes, jewelry, blankets, vanity mirrors, purses, shoes- basically anything you could think of, we had, or will get in the near future. Alice liked to be well stocked. There was even a section for men. Alice always said she didn't want women to be the only gender walking around and that there should be male eye candy every so often so she created a section for men. A very popular section actually. Leave it to Alice to know what men would want to wear too.

Slow day.

I heard the ding of the door and quickly looked over but they had already stepped out of vision to look at something displayed in the glass window. I sighed, turned and looked up, my back against the counter. I hated the name of the store. It was horrible and definitely not fitting but Alice insisted. She won, of course. Like I said, Alice is impossible to resist.

I sighed at the name. Bella's Boutique.As Alice used for her defense, 'It sounds so nice! It alliterates and everything!' I lost. I lost big time since my only point was, 'I don't like it.'

I turned around and looked out the window. My attention didn't falter as I heard a deep hearty laugh and a woman's giggle. After, I heard a quiet voice mutter something and I glanced to see where they had been. Still out of sight. I focused my direction back to outside. Winter in New York City. It was freezing and I liked it that way. I love snow and freezing cold. It reminded me of home. I couldn't wait to step out into the blizzard going on outside.

"Hey," A smooth voice said to me. I froze. It reminded me of someone and I was immediately distracted, my thoughts elsewhere. "It's insane outside, isn't it?"

I smiled. "Best kind of storm to see."

The voice chuckled and the memory rushed through me again. I shook it off and looked down at the button-down shirt he'd picked out. "Is this all?" I asked, searching for the tag in the shirt.

"Yeah, that's all," He said and I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ears as I rung the item up. "Bella?"

"Bella's Boutique," I said, almost automatically. "Ridiculous name, isn't it?"

He didn't laugh like most customers did. I cleared my throat. I had to stop making that joke.

"Bella Swan?" He asked again and it clicked in my mind. The memories, the feelings, the images, they all rushed through me at the same time and I finally looked up. I dropped the shirt. He didn't quite look the same. He looked better, if that was even possible. He lost his young pretty boy look and now had an even stronger jaw line. He looked older. He looked... hotter. I dropped the shirt. He smiled. Oh God. I was gonna pass out. "Bella?"

"Alice," I said, absently. "I'll go get Alice."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh. Okay." I took a step back, tripping on the hanger and crashing right into the wall behind me. I was surprised it didn't just rip since it was merely paper to show Alice and Jasper's make out session. "Whoa." He made a move towards me. I stood up quickly to recover. "You okay?"

I stared, my mouth open. "Mm." Then I walked quickly to the back.

"Get your clothes on," I yelled in a whisper as I reached the back. Alice was tugging down on her shirt, sitting on Jasper's lap as Jasper sat there, shirtless, obviously peeved.

"Edward," I pointed, still whispering.

Alice tilted her head. "Are you having day dreams about him again?"

I shook my head. "He's out there."

Jasper raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're not just imagining him again?"

I paused. That could've very well been true. I shook my head. "No, he's out there."

Alice's face lit up. "Oh my God!" She began walking out.

"Wait," I said, grabbing for Jasper as he pulled his shirt over his head. "What do I do?"

Jasper grinned at me. "The man of your dreams has just walked into your boutique after six years of not seeing him." Boutique. I can't believe he just said that. "What do you mean what do you do?" I gulped. "Get out there." To death row it is then. He took my shoulders and led me out. I tried my hardest to get the grip from my sneakers to try and slow Jasper down but he might as well carried me out over his shoulder. I blinked. This wasn't happening.

I'm ready to snap out of this day dream now.