This is my first fanfic. Please be brave and read anyway. Any feedback would be nice. I need some help and encouragement. Good or bad I don't mind either way as long as it's constructive. Thanks for taking the time to read. Enjoy!

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"Mocha caramel latte please," I said to the cocky guy behind the counter while juggling my purse, wallet, phone, and of course my umbrella.

"Sure thing Bella," Mike, as 'cocky guy' prefers to be called, responded with his usual grin and flirty blue eyes. I guess Mike could be attractive if you were in to guys that overuse hair gel and under use deodorant.

"She never compromises, loves babies and surprises, wears high heels when she exercises, ain't that beautiful."

"Hey Rosalie," I answered the phone skillfully but dropped my wallet sending pennies and a few nickels everywhere.

"Hey Bella. Did you just drop your wallet again?" I could here her trying to hold back a laugh.

Rosalie has been one of my best friends for about four years now. She was the last edition to our group.

It started with Emmett, Jasper, and me all the way back in kindergarten. I was mad when after I asked Emmett to pass the yellow crayon he put said crayon up his nose. (Apparently he didn't like to share). Jasper saw that I was about to cry and put his hand on my shoulder instantly calming me. After that he made Emmett wash the crayon and apologize. Ever since that day they have been like the big brothers I always wanted. Emmett the teasing, rude, bear of a brother and Jasper the calming, sweet, reserved brother.

Then our freshman year of high school, Alice danced into our lives from Los Angeles. Jasper was the first to meet her. He saw her fighting with the combination on her locker and offered to help. She told him she had been waiting for him and he said 'sorry ma'am' with a cheesy southern accent. I guess Alice loves cheese because they have been inseparable ever since.

She fit in with us right away. I desperately needed a girl to even things out, Emmett needed someone with enough energy to keep up with him and Jasper needed his soul mate.

When Rosalie showed up in our senior year from Chicago, she instantly won Emmett over with her mile long legs, long blond hair, and vast knowledge of cars. Unfortunately for him she's always pushed him away, romantically at least. Rosalie told us she had a rough past but won't go into too many details. All we know is that an ex-boyfriend abused her. Everyone knows she really likes Emmett but she's afraid to let him in. Everyone also knows he'll wait forever for her and won't ever give up. Poor bastard.

"Shit Bella, that's the third time in the last week. I swear you have worse coordination than a three-legged dog! ," Mike laughed as he came rushing around the counter to help me retrieve my 32 cents. Every time I do this he runs to help me and makes some comment about my clumsiness, then ends with one of two things.

"So what are you doing this weekend?" Yep, ending number one. I suppose I'm lucky he didn't go with ending number two, that would entail him asking what I was doing tonight.

"Actually, Mike, I think I'm going back to Forks. Sorry," Please buy it, please buy it I chanted in my head. He's a nice enough guy but seriously how many times do I have to turn him down before he gets the hint?

He looked a little sad for a second but perked back up almost immediately. "Well maybe next weekend then! Here's your latte," He said.

I swear I need my caffeine fix just to make it through the line to get my caffeine fix! If this place didn't make the best lattes in Seattle I would brave the coffee maker at my apartment.

"So he still hasn't given up huh?" Rosalie asked making me jump.

"Fuck! Sorry Rose. I forgot I had you on the phone. What's up?" I asked as I dodged other customers and headed for the door.

"Well, are you really going home this weekend or was that just an excuse?" She asked. It sounded a little too sugary sweet for her usually hard demeanor so I instantly went on the defensive.

"That depends. Are you trying to set me up again?" Maybe it came out a little colder than necessary but she has been trying to send me on blind dates since I broke up with him. Alice hasn't been much better. If I didn't have two very protective brothers I'd be whored out practically every night (and not in a good way). Jasper and Emmett usually work there magic to get me out of things I deem unworthy.

"No, I'm not trying to set you up. You act like I torture you with the dozens of hot guys I get you to meet. Maybe you could try being a little grateful," yep I hurt her feelings. Shit.

"You know that I'm grateful Rose. It's just that you keep finding guys that want a relationship with me and I'm looking for a guy that can bend me over the back of the couch and fu-"

"Ok, ok I get it. You need to get laid. You've been around Emmett way to long, you know."

Maybe she was right. I haven't always been like this, afraid to commit and just looking for my next good fuck. Hmm, something to consider… tomorrow.

"Anyway," she began, "you never answered me. Are you busy?"

"Nope, what's the plan?" I asked. I always had a good time when we had a girls' weekends. That might pull me out of this funk I've been in.

"Great! There's someone I want you to meet!" She squealed.

"Bitch! You tricked me with the guilt trip. That's so not fair. I refuse to be thrown into 'boring dinner, awkward kiss at the door, hell' this weekend! Not gonna happen! Don't make me call Jasper or Emmett. I know Emmett would be plenty hap-"

"Holy shit! Calm the fuck down already, Bella. I can see the vein popping out in your neck through the phone. I'm not setting you up. I have a really good friend that just moved here from Chicago. He invited me over to his place for dinner on Saturday night and since he doesn't know anyone here I thought he might like to meet everyone. Not everything is about you and your pathetic love life, you know?"

Fuck. I need to make sure I have enough gas to get me back from this fucking guilt trip she's sent me on. I just blew up at my best friend who's trying to be all nice to some guy, and let's face it, Rosalie Hale doesn't do nice, so he must be important to her. Time for some damage control.

"You're right Rosalie. I shouldn't have freaked out but, come on, you could've worded that shit better. What did you think I was going to think?" I pleaded, hoping she would forgive me and see my side of things.

I heard her laughing before she said, "I know. I just wanted to get you feeling guilty so you'd come. Did it work?" She asked hopefully.

"Yeah, it worked. I'll be there," I said frowing as I walked through the coffee shop door. She always knew how to get me.

When I had barely taken two steps out the coffee shop I ran into some asshole going in the out door.

"FUCK!" I yelled as my ass hit the cement spilling coffee the temperature of lava all over myself and the dumb fuck lying next to me.

"Rose I gotta go," I seethed into the phone.

"You fell on your ass in public again didn't you?" She asked, not even bothering to cover up her laughing with a polite cough.

"Fuck you," I answered and with that I hung up the coordinated self-righteous bitch.

After I picked up all of my latte-covered shit I looked up to find a hand extended in front of my face. My eyes trailed up his hand to his perfectly shaped forearm, then to his masculine bicep, over his broad shoulder, up his neck and chin with a days worth of stubble already grown there. I paused for a second on his perfectly bowed lips wondering if they were as soft as they looked. When I finally made it to his eyes I couldn't help my sharp intake of breath. I was met with the most gorgeous emerald green eyes I had ever seen.

This is no man. I thought to myself. This is a god sent to cover my shirt in latte and my panties my immediate wetness. Fuck.

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The next chapter gets down and dirty.

Let me know what you think. Thanks! Madi