Song list

A thousand years – Christina Perri

Fifteen- Taylor Swift

Chapter 1: The Beginning

As I was walking in the coffee shop to get me a pumpkin spice something just seemed so different, the atmosphere was different, people's demeanor was different, and my coffee tasted different. Now, whether that's a good thing or not I don't know yet…but the coffee tasted good.

My name is Isabella, but I prefer Bella. I am seventeen and single, not that I don't have offers I just haven't found anyone I am interested in yet. I don't really know if I ever will. Or if I even wanted to in my lifetime.

Once I got my pumpkin spice I went to sit down at my regular booth with my book. But someone was in my booth, smoking a cigarette. Whoever it was…was moving. ASAP. It was a man, about 20, he was in a leather jacket and dark wash jeans with some Chucks. He was kinda sexy in his own way with his jade green eyes and his bronze hair. But he was still in my spot. That's the only thing I have left and I'm not giving it up.

So gathering my courage I walk up to him and clear my throat, he doesn't even look at me. Taking another long drag and letting it out. I cleared my throat one more time, choked, and went into a full on coughing fit. Damn.

That caught his attention I think because I looked like a complete idiot. Of course. He was laughing his head off. Like he had the right to laugh in my face like that.

"Sit down beautiful." He said. Which in truth had caught me off guard, I had been called beautiful before, but whenever he said it I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach…like butterflies.

"This is my seat, I think you should just move and leave me alone." I said. But even I didn't sound convincing in wanting him to move. And his eyes told me he knew that.

"Come on, I would be across the table not beside you. I don't bite." He said that while flashing those pearly whites, so I wasn't necessarily convinced about that. But my mouth and my head weren't working together today I guess because I sat down.

"What's your name?" I snap my head up from my cup.

"Bella.'' Trying to not start a huge conversation with some random, cute guy. But I mean on the other hand, what could it hurt? So once again my mouth opened without my consent.

"What is yours?''

"Edward Mason."

Edward, I thought, such an older name. Like what my grandfather would've been named. But it fits him.

"So what are you doing in Forks?'' I ask.

He looked at me again, with those stupid green eyes and his stupid half smile and said, "Visiting."

I look at him until he sighs and starts to explain, "My parents are Esme and Carlisle Cullen." My eyes widen in shock, they were one of the richest people in Forks, Washington. Carlisle was a Dr. A very good one at that. But apparently my shock was apparent because he was muttering to himself, but it was too quiet for me to pick it up.

"Please tell me you're not like some deranged girl now that you know my family has money?'' Edward pleaded, looking as if he needed an escape plan.

"Uhm, no? You just don't seem like the type to be from where you come from." I explain.

Edward lets out a breath of relief and lights a cigarette, taking a little drag and blowing it toward me he says, "Assuming makes an ass out of you and me."

He is so painfully sarcastic I honestly want to hit him. But that would damage his beautiful face. Or my beautiful fist. But something is inside him, or has happened to him like me. I am going to get to the bottom of it. For some dang reason I just want to make sure those green eyes that have walls up and are guarded come falling down, but I want it to be for and because of me.

I don't know why I feel like this, I mean I just met him fifteen minutes ago and only know about four things

1. His name: Edward Cullen

2. His parents: Carlisle and Esme Cullen

3. He smokes. A lot.

4. Last, I feel like I'm drawn to him for inexplicable reasons.

Edward is looking at me like I miss something, after a second I wondered if I had coffee on my lip.

"What?" I asked.

"You never answered my question Bella."

Oh my, the way my name rolled off his lips. Like silk. Or butter, but that sounds weird so yeah, like silk. Pure and soft.

Makes my insides turn over and my face go red.

"What was the question?" I don't know why but I'm really hoping it is about something that has to do with me some way somehow. I just wanted to know him and to him to want to get to know me, too.

"I asked how old you were?"

"17" I reply, as my heart does flips on the inside and I want him to ask more questions, maybe I could ask a few of my own. "And how old are you supposed to be?"

He looks at me and smirks. "18."

My eyes widen in shock as I glance over at him in shock, looking at his lean and tall body. I can tell now it is still a little boyish not much but it definitely isn't all the way into a man yet. How could I have let myself overlook that? I was too focused on the green eyes of his, like emeralds.

"Wait! I thought you said you were visiting your parents…shouldn't you be in high school still?''

He looked like a little one who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His ears went kinda pink and he shook his head at himself. Like he was reprimanding himself for being caught in a lie.

"Esme is my biological mother, who got pregnant at 16 and gave me up for adoption when I was born. She found me about two weeks ago in foster care, I was three days away from 18. So close to being out of the hell hole I'd created for myself. And here comes someone I was hoping I would find whenever I got out of the foster system. But she found me instead…I cannot believe I told you all that.'' After his explanation he looked so ashamed of himself and mad that he actually told someone the truth.

"No! It's okay, I won't tell anyone. I promise. So, have you finished high school yet?" I asked repeating my question from earlier trying to change the subject.

"I am starting my senior year this year." He said blandly, still in some type of a funk.

"Me too. Maybe we will have some of the same classes." I say checking my phone for the time. Surprisingly it was almost 7. It was sunset whenever I looked behind me towards the window.

"I am in all advanced classes so maybe but probably not a whole lot." He said.

"So am I, I moved here last year from Florida. Hey, I have to go start dinner but maybe I'll see you around?"

He looks at me. Like he is contemplating something. Then says, "Can I have your number? I can't not try when we talked for three hours and I heard your voice." I am kinda shocked but hand him my phone anyway, letting him enter in his phone number and then I enter mine in his phone. It gets kind of awkward for a second so I tell him bye and smile. He winks and stands, so I stand too. We walk out the door together and I get a smell of him, like cigarettes and woods and trouble, but something pure as well.

I walk to my car and wave. He gets in this Volvo and drives off, smoke in his shadows.

Authors note: hey! Thank you so much for reading. I don't necessarily know where the story is going but I have a few ideas. I hope you read and review! Until next time! Xox _

P.S. next update will be either today or tomorrow.