Stephanie Meyer own everything good in this world, meaning Twilight.

Okay, this is my first Twilight fanfic! I have no clue if I am any good, but I like to write so I'll try it out. Tell me if you like this any and I'll continue it. And if so, plot suggestions would be greatly appreciated. I got no clue what to do past chapter 3 and what I have isn't much. And no flaming pretty please. Last time I wrote a story the person told me I sucked and I haven't written until now. So on with the show!

I woke up to the pitter patter of rain on the window. I rolled my eyes at the weather. I had graduated from high school just two weeks ago and summer had officially started; but obviously it was too much to ask for a few rays of sunshine. It really didn't really mater much that summer had started for the rest of the world. In Forks the time seemed to just muddle together. I was dressed in a green sweater and jeans when I caught myself in the mirror. I had long brown hair and pale skin. I grimaced at my blandness for ten seconds before I made it out the door.

I cheered up seeing my Chevy pickup. Vintage was putting it lightly, but that was my trucks charm. I drove five minutes before parking at Newton's Coffee House. I was offered one of the most coveted jobs in Forks thanks to Mike Newton. All the glory of being a barista made my heart swell. Well, that was probably Mike's intention. I slipped on the polyester apron and cap quickly. I went right to clean the machines when a hand stopped me.

"Hey, Bella. Don't worry, I'll get that." Mike said with a smile.

"Mike, I get paid as much as you do. I should have some dirty work." I said, knowing what was coming next.

"Bella. Your job is to go out there and look pretty so customers buy coffee. It isn't much of a task-" He threw me a sly grin. "-but I couldn't do it." I was normally annoyed with his attempts at flirting, but I cracked a smile nonetheless. We had this argument every day almost. To him it may just be over work duty. But to me it was pushing back his advances and still trying to keep him as a friend.

I was working the register for about an hour when a new customer came in. It wouldn't have caught my attention if he hadn't sat at the counter without ordering. I was observing him long enough to see his face. He had reddish brown hair is a casual disarray under his hoodie. His skin was a cream color and was similar to mine. His features were all perfectly smooth yet angular. His lips were bright pink against his pale complexion, perfectly shaped. And lastly his eyes! They were golden, almost honey colored and they held my attention and put my mind in a fog. I woke up soon enough to see him looking at me with curiosity and expectancy. 'Why was he looking at me like that?' I wondered. The logical part of my brain chimed in. 'Because you work in a coffee house. And he probably wants to order some coffee.' I blushed at my own silliness and walked over to his seat.

"Can I help you?" I asked tentatively. I wasn't sure if he thought I was supposed to take his order or what.

"No thanks." he said with a polite smile. His voice sounded like velvet, soft and smooth. I commanded myself to focus and go back to my station. I saw him pull out a pad of paper and begin writing. I smirked to my self, half because I was thinking 'Oh. He is one of those artsy brooding guys that write poems in a coffee house. Someone needs to tell him he was in Forks where most peoples favorite poet is Mother Goose.' and half because he was writing on paper, I had practically forgot it existed. But of course my curiosity got the best of me and I was staring again. 'Bad Bella.' I thought, mentally scolding myself. I was surprised to see him looking at me.

"Miss? I changed my mind. I would like some coffee." he said to me in his angel's voice. "Latte, please."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. 'He is a customer, Bella! He has said fourteen words and you are acting like a monkey.' Not concentrating at all I got his latte but managed to slosh the burning coffee onto my hand. I reflexively dropped the mug and it shattered on the ground, splashing me with more scalding coffee.

"Arg!" I groaned in anguish, both at the pain and the fact I embarrassed myself in public. Yet again. And in front of the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. Not that it mattered much.

"Are you alright?" he said covering up a chuckle. He was already out of his seat and by my side before I could deny his help.

My fresh annoyance replaced the fear of talking to him. "Don't worry. This is a daily thing. I am going to have to start being paid in replacement mugs instead of money." He smirked, flashing his perfect teeth.

"Are you sure you don't need anything for the burn?" he asked, humor replaced by concern. My stomach flipped when his warm eyes looked from the burn to my eyes. He seemed to find something there because his gaze held for a moment.

"I'm sure. Thanks for your concern, though." I did my best to give him a reassuring smile.

"By the way, I'm Edward." he said carefully, nervous maybe? 'As if.' the pessimistic voice in my head sneered.

"Bella." I said. Not wanting the conversation to end, I asked him, "I don't remember seeing you around. Are you from here?". I would remember a face that gorgeous.

"Actually my family just moved here a month ago. We live on the edge of town..." but I cut him off short.

"Oh! You're one of the Cullens!" I exclaimed in realization. Jessica was telling me about them and how amazingly attractive they were. Realizing I sounded like a total freak, I continued. "In a town this small, everyone seems to know everything." Much better. Now you sound like a creepy stalker.'. He didn't run away, so that's a good thing. 'Why would it matter? He is so out of your league it isn't even funny.' 'Shut up stupid inner voice.'

He started talking again, breaking my inner monologue, "Well yes. There is me, Emmet, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper. Our father is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. His wife is Esme. He adopted us all a long time ago."

"That's nice. Are you all the same age...?" I asked. It was nice that the doctor took care of five children, well teens. From what I heard he was only thirty.

"Well Emmet is twenty-two, Jasper is the same as Emmet. Rosalie is twenty-three, and Alice and I are twenty."

"I'm an only child so nothing exciting there. I turn nineteen in two months." I said. Only then did I notice the clock said it was ten-thirty. "Crap! I have to get back to work. And get your latte." I had practically forgotten where I was when I talked to him.

He chuckled at my franticness and put his hand lightly on my shoulder. I felt my heart spasm when he touched me. "Forget the coffee. I had a nice chat, Bella. See you around soon." He left with a smile playing on his lips. I stared bug eyed at his retreating figure until it disappeared.

Like it? I know I went a little crazy on the voices in Bella's head, but that would be me if I talked to Edward Cullen! And I'm not making Mike a jerk, sorry guys. No Jacob (unless you ask). So R&R! And please tell me if anyone is OOC.