Haha! I got this story plot Kit Kat! But you have the Secondhand Serenade story, so you can't be mad! This is based off of All Time Low's song Remembering Sunday. I'm dedicating this story to my friend Margarette.

I hope you enjoy reading it!

Coffeeshop Soundtrack

Should I write myself out of the history books,
And mark a place in time for every chance you took,
Don't get me wrong I know you've got your life in place -
I've yet to take the hint,
Some day
I'm sure I'll get the picture,
And stop waiting up...

When it all comes down,
To a sunrise on the east side,
Will you be there to carry home,
The remains of my wasted youth,
This wasted time on you
Has left me shaking in waiting,
Shaking in waiting for something more.

Tonight is alive with the promise of a street-fight,
And there's money on the table,
That says your cheap-shots won't be able,
To break bones.
I've yet to break a sweat
I'll make your past regret it's future.
Here's to you.

When it all comes down,
To a sunrise on the east side,
Will you be there to carry home,
The remains of my wasted youth,
This wasted time on you
Has left me shaking in waiting,
For something more.

Make all of my decisions for me,
I've never taken the fall for deceit,
I'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing,
The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like... [repeat]

I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing,
The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me pressing,
For more than just a moment of truth between the lies told,
To pull ourselves away from the lives we leave back home...
I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing,
The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me here...

When it all comes down,
To a sunrise on the east side,
Will you be there to carry me home,
The remains of my wasted youth,
This wasted time on you
Has left me shaking in waiting,
For something more.

Now, let's get back to the story.

I stepped through the open door of the coffeeshop of a local neighborhood not too far from where I lived. I wondered why I've never seen this coffeeshop before. Well, technically it was a bar at the moment.

It was a coffeeshop by day, and a bar filled with drunkies by night. And it had karaoke.

Oh joy.

I thought about calling my sister so I could join her and her boyfriend at whatever hip bar they were at, but decided against it.

Really, who would want to watch their sister and best friend making googly as at one another and making out. I sure didn't want that.

Mediocre bar or not, I would stay here.

I sat at the stool over at the bar and gulped down the beer I had ordered. I was ready for round two.

I had nothing better to do on a Saturday night but sit in a pathetic coffeeshop/bar by myself. I guess I could have some fun some other way.

I looked around the bar but there were too many gyrating bodies on the dance floor for me to be able to tell if the women were dancing.

Maybe I should just leave.

Then, the DJ came onto the stage and started tapping the microphone.

"Is this thing working?" he said, leaning away from the mike as it screeched.

"Okay, well, we have a lovely young lady here up for grabs. Apparently we will be having a sort of speed dating thing going on tonight, huh? Anyway, you get five minutes with her, at the table back there," he pointed his thumb to the side in a secluded area, "and she will be interviewing you I guess. If you want some fun, you better get in line. Her name will remain anonymous, and here she is," he said and extended his hand towards the woman who walked up onto the stage next to him. The spotlight shone on her, and she just smiled. I couldn't really make out her features from here, but she was getting a lot of cheering and cat calls from the men near the stage.

Pigs.

Some people had absolutely no respect for women.

Well, seeing as I had nothing better to do, I walked over to the stage where a line was forming to meet with the girl.

This is what I get for wanting some excitement for the night.

I waited for an hour before it was finally my turn to take a seat at the hidden table where the mystery woman was seated.

Why did I even wait so long for someone I didn't even know? How special could she really be?

I guess she was very special since the line behind me was still very long.

I sat down and just ogle the beautiful creature before me.

She wore a dark blue cocktail dress that complimented her fair skin. Her long, dark mahogany hair flowed past her shoulders, and framed her face perfectly. Her plump, kissable lips turned up into a smile, and her cheeks were filled with a light blush. I looked into her large, deep chocolate brown eyes and was lost in them. It felt as if I was looking into her soul, the very essence of her being. She wore some lip gloss and some eyeliner. She didn't need any mascara for her already amazingly long, beautiful eyelashes. She had some smoky eye shadow over her eyelids, and it made her seem even more mysterious and incredible. It was like she had walked out of my fantasies.

I gulped, before breathing out my greeting, "Hi, I'm Edward."

Her blush deepened. What am I supposed to say to an angel?

I nervously ran my hand through my tousled auburn hair, and the bronze highlights glinted in the limited light as they fell over my eyes.

I saw my own emerald eyes reflected in her deep, knowing brown ones. I felt like I could stare into them forever.

"Hi," the angel said shyly as she bit her lip, "I'm not supposed to tell you my name, so you can just call me,"

"Let me call you Angel," I said. Did I really just say that? Out loud? So that she could actually here me? I mentally slapped myself for being so stupid.

"Sure," she said with a nod and her blush grew as she shook my hand.

A jolt ran through me at the contact, and I heard her gasp. I didn't let go of her hand. I never wanted to lose this feeling; I felt like I never wanted to lose her.

"So, what was it you were planning on interviewing me on?" I asked with a smirk, still holding onto her hand.

"Um…" she looked frazzled, or maybe dazzled, "What kind of music do you listen to?"

"Different kinds?" It came out as a question, as if I was asking for approval.

"What bands?" she giggled. That was a heavenly sound.

"Um, All Time Low, Mayday Parade, Secondhand Serenade…" I couldn't continue; I was too lost in her eyes.

We sat like that for the rest of our time together with our hands joined together and our eyes locked on one another's, letting the tingling sensation remain, before the same DJ who did the announcing told us my time was up.

"Actually, Tyler, I think I'm finished up with interviews for tonight."

He just nodded his head, a slight look of disappointment on his face.

"So, do you want me to go?" I felt kind of hurt that she decided she didn't want to spend more time with me.

"No, silly," she said with a laugh, "I called off the other interviews because I found the one I want to spend the rest of the night with!"

So we stayed there, just talking about music, but she wouldn't let me get any details about her except for that.

"Okay everyone, get out of here!" the DJ yelled, "We're closing!"

I checked my watch.

4am already!

"Wow. It's pretty late," I laughed with a smug look on her face.

"C'mon, let's get out of here," and she grabbed my hand, dragging me out of the coffeeshop/bar.

"Where're we going?" I said, a little tipsy from all those beers. I realized that all she had drank was water

"We're going back to my place, silly!"

"What ever you want, Angel." I didn't even notice the street signs. All I saw was her.

She led me to an elevator, and the next thing I knew, we were walking through a door.

"This your place?" I knew my voice was a little slurred.

"Yup."

And then she had me pinned against the wall. Her lips were ferociously attacking mine, and I placed my hands at her hips, pulling her closer. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I heard her dress rip and I looked down.

Damn!

How could I not have noticed how good she looked in that short, short, super short dress?

It ended a little higher than mid thigh, and had ripped along the seams at the sides from her abrupt movements of hitching her legs up. I moved up, and noticed that her dress was strapless, and hugged her curves so well. She had the curse of curves, and they would be the death of me. Damn, she was so fine.

"Whoa," I breathed.

She just giggled. I brought my eyes up to meet hers, and I blushed. I blushed! How could this woman have such affects on me?

"What? Ripped clothing turns you on?" she asked as she hitched up an eyebrow.

"I wonder how you would react to me, out of these clothes," she mused aloud as she wiggled her hips towards me.

I groaned in frustration. How could she possibly have these effects on me?

She ran into another room, and I growled.

"You're not getting away from me!" and I chased after her.

I woke up with a bad hangover, but something tugged at my memory.

I opened my eyes and looked around, not bothering to get up; I knew that would be pointless with this killer headache.

This place was unfamiliar, but then the loveliest voice I've ever interrupted my futile attempt to remember what happened last night.

"Good morning, handsome," the angel chuckled from the doorway, carrying a plate.

"I made you some breakfast. Eggs," she said as she crawled into the bed beside me and settled under the blue covers.

"Thanks," I said as I inhaled the food.

"What time is it?"

"Um," glanced over to the clock on her wall, "eight-ish."

"So, what time did we go to sleep exactly?"

"Well, let's just say, we only had about an hour's worth of sleep. It was a long night," she said with a wink. And I went back to eating.

"This is delicious!" I complimented her. "Thanks," and she handed me a glass of water and an aspirin.

"No, thank you. Especially for last night," I said.

"Well, you weren't so bad yourself," she joked.

"I'm absolutely hurt," I said, and put a hand over my bare chest.

"Um, where are my clothes?" I asked, completely embarrassed. Then I noticed she was wearing my light blue button down shirt. Only the two middle buttons were fastened, and it left her bare stomach exposed to me. That had my mouth watering more than her eggs.

"Stop staring, it's rude," she laughed as she shut my open jaw.

"C'mon, let's go down and I'll give you your clothes."

I let her lead me downstairs, to the first floor of her penthouse.

She gave me a pile of her clothes before going over to the sink to put the empty plate in.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked darkly. She just shrugged.

I walked behind her and placed my hands around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "How about round two?"

"We're way past single digits, Edward," she laughed. That was very amusing.

"So what round are we on then?" I didn't get my answer; not a verbal one at least.

She pulled on my hand with a devilish grin and led me upstairs for whatever round we were on.

It was about noon, and I had to go back home and sleep if I wanted to actually be functional tomorrow.

"Goodbye, my Angel. You never did tell me what your name was," I hinted.

"And I won't be." She tried shoving me out her door, but I wouldn't budge.

"When can I see you again?" I felt desperate.

"I'll see you next Sunday." And the door was shut in my face.

She left me dying to get in.

I walked outside and tried to hail a cab, but I couldn't remember how we got to her place from the bar. I'd find out eventually, and maybe I could see her sooner.

I had to find out who she was, I had to get in.

She left me dying to get in.

A/N: So what did you think of my new story? I plan on continuing it, with a song for every chapter. The song has to relate to the plot, and hopefully I can use only All Time Low. I know I'm probably going to end up doing some random songs for the chapters. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! I promise I'll do better next time! But seriously, I'm on fire! Sixth chapter within 48 hours. New record for me…

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