Do I have to say it? It just makes me feel so inadequate… Okay, fine! I don't own anything!

So, it's my first Twilight fanfic, and I'm very proud of it, but please don't hold back when you are telling me how badly it sucks... I am in need of a beta, and not sure how it works....

As soon as I got off work, I went down to the bar. I couldn't handle going home to Rose and Jazz yet. They were my best friends, but I just couldn't deal with them right now.

I had a really crappy day, which was just another in a long line of crappy days. I needed a few drinks to calm me down.

Today, my boss had announced to me that I had a project that absolutely had to be done before the end of the month, a week from tomorrow. I was going to explode if I tried to get it done that fast. And I'll probably get fired for doing a horrible job. Then the janitor, Mike Newton, thought he'd ask me out. Again. I don't think that he knows what the word 'no' means. That was the seventeenth time he has asked me out this week. Finally, I not so subtly hinted that my secretary Jessica would say yes. But that wasn't all. Erik Yorkie, the computer technician had to ask me out too. And our mailroom worker, Tyler. It was getting really annoying. But that's not all. Somehow I managed to spill my coffee all over myself, bang into five people, and trip over my own feet four times. Before lunch.

So, forgetting all that crap by consuming large quantities of alcohol is starting to sound really good now.

I headed towards the nearest bar, intent on getting there without more of my paralyzing clumsiness. Of course, it didn't work. I managed to trip over a crack in the sidewalk.

Blushing furiously, I sat down on the closest available barstool.

"Can I get somethin' for ya?" The bartender asked me gruffly.

"Yeah, give me something strong."

A few hours and quite a few drinks later, I heard someone say my name.

"Bella?"

I turned tipsily, and saw someone I hadn't spoken to in years. "Edward!" I squealed. Gosh, I hadn't seen him since high school! He was still unbelievably gorgeous. His eyes were still that awesome bright green, and his hair was still the beautiful shade of bronze that I loved.

"Are you drunk?"

I started, not having heard what he had said due to my ogling. "Um, what?"

"I asked if you're drunk."

I giggled. "Noooooo!"

He turned to the bartender. "How many has she had?"

The bartender shrugged. "More 'en enough. Somewhere around five I'd say." He slid a cup in front of me.

"What's that? Hey, that isn't the same stuff as you've been giving me!" I looked at the black liquid in the cup.

The bartender smiled wryly. "It's coffee. You're drunk."

"I am not! I am a perfunkly shober!" The bartender laughed.

"I'm taking you home, Bella." Edward stated.

"I can get myself home!" I giggled again.

"Then at least let me walk you there. I would feel extremely guilty if someone were to take advantage of you."

"Well when you say it like that..."

He caught me as my attempt to get down from the stool I was on turned into a fall. As it turns out, drinking does not help my already horrible balance.

"Thanks," I giggled.

We walked out of the bar together. Edward had his arm around my waist, because I keep stumbling and tripping over my own feet.

"So Bella. Care to tell me why you are completely smashed?" Edward said lightly, but even in my drunken haze I could tell he was concerned.

"Ugh. Crappy day." I turned onto a street, hoping it would lead me to my own.

"Oh."

I looked at Edward. "Did you know that you're really cute?" Oh my god! Please, tell me I didn't say that! Yet another reason I shouldn't drink. It removes the filter between my brain and my mouth. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

Edward laughed. "Why thank you. You're pretty cute yourself."

My cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. I searched for something intelligent to say. Between the drinks and Edward's arm around my waist, it wasn't working that great.

"Bella? Where do you live?"

I thought for a minute, and looked around. "Um… You know, that's a pretty good question."

He sighed. "You can stay at my place for the night. I don't think Emmett will mind."

"Who's Emmink?"

"Emmett is my best friend. He's my roommate." Edward said patiently.

"Oh. Okay. Take me to your leader! I mean your house." I blushed. I swear I will never get this drunk again.

Edward chuckled. "Right this way."

I woke up with an absolutely horrible headache. When I opened my eyes the morning light only intensified the pain. I groaned and threw my hand over my eyes. It was then that I realized that I was not in my own bed, let alone the apartment I shared with Jasper and Rosalie. Where the hell am I?

I rolled over, and came face-to-face with the best friend from high school that I hadn't seen in years. Edward Cullen.

Oh shit.

I would also like to add that I do not normally use cuss words in a story, and that there won't be many in here... only when something huge like that happens!

(And just a warning... This IS an angst fic, so not everything will be happy and fluffy! But, there WILL be a happy ending!)

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