Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or it's characters. They belong to the brilliant mind of Stephenie Meyer.
I also do not own "Taylor, The Latte Boy" by Kristin Chenoweth. (The song in which this story is loosely based off of...no, this is not a songfic.)
Chapter One: Dazzled
Bella - POV
I threw the pen down on my desk forcefully. In the process, scaring my cat. The orange striped feline ran across the room and into my tiny kitchen of my studio apartment. Lately, I have been so frustrated. Being a twenty one year old aspiring songwriter doesn't have all the perks you think it would have. I have not had any time recently to sit down and write. I have been keeping myself busy with my two jobs, being a waitress and dog walking. Also, I am preoccupied convincing my father that I'm not cut out for law school. Ever since I was younger my father, Charlie, kept putting the idea of law school into my head. My mother, Renée, wasn't too helping either. She always said it would be a good chance for me to make something of myself, and not make the same decisions she made.
My mother left my father when I was just six months old. You see, they had gotten married straight out of high school. They believed their love was strong enough, but it just so happens that it didn't turn out like they were hoping it would. When I was living with Renée shealways said that I was the only good thing that came out of that marriage.
When I was sixteen my mother met Phil. Phil was a nice guy. I had no reason to dislike him and I didn't. They got married about a year later. However, Phil's job caused a whole lot of moving around, and I didn't want to see my mom without him. So, I offered to stay with my father for the remainder of my high school career.
My mother was reluctant to let me go, but I assured her I would be fine. That is when I got on the plane from bright and sunny Phoenix to wet and dreary Forks.
Living with my father was a good experience, and Forks was not as bad as my mother claimed it was. I finished high school there. Charlie wanted me to continue to college and then to law school, but I refused. It wasn't quite the type life I was looking for. I had a different passion.
It started when I was seven. Renée signed me up for piano lessons. I was a natural. All the notes flowed under my fingers and I had never felt so right. When I was fifteen I decided I wanted to learn guitar too. That didn't come so natural as the piano. I actually had many difficulties with it. I never understood why. I supposed all I needed was some more practice. But, even today I still have the slightest bit of trouble with that instrument.
Charlie did not and probably will not ever understand my passion for writing songs. I've written a couple and my best friend, Jacob, loved them.
Sometimes, I feel the slightest bit guilty for not doing what my father wants, but then I remember, it's my life. No one else should live it but myself. And that thought brought me here, to this less than glamorous studio apartment in the middle of New York City.
The pen slowly rolled off the desk. I moved to try and catch it before it descended to the carpeted floor, but my reflexes were not the best and the pen slipped between my fingers and landed it on the floor with a faint sounding thud. I bent over on my chair to retrieve the pen. I lost my balance and fell onto the floor and causing the keyboard next to my desk to fall over. I cursed under my breath and picked myself from the floor.
I've always been clumsy. It is a curse I've always had to live with. I placed the pen back into my plastic cup filled with pens and pencils. I heard my stomach rumble. I left my desk and walked into my kitchenette.
I opened the fridge. Nothing. I opened the cabinets. Stale cereal. I rolled my eyes and closed the cabinet. I glanced my eyes out one of the small windows. It was raining. Whenever it rained it reminded me of my times in Forks. When I had something to eat...I sighed.
My cat jumped onto my shoulders. I smiled and pet him. "Aw, what's the matter, Stewie?" He returned a meow to me then jumped onto the floor and ran into the other room as I laughed to myself.
I found Stewie when I first moved to the city. He was in an ally when I saw him in a box. I felt so bad for him. He looked so scared and alone. He also wasn't eating much, because I could see his ribs under his orange fur. The good person inside of me picked up the cat and brought him home. Of course I had taken him to a vet and made sure he didn't have any diseases beforehand. I know better than that.
Now, Stewie is my best friend. He always listens to me and he always knows when I'm depressed or frustrated. He was like my little ball of sunshine. I needed him on those rainy days.
I looked at my desk, then back at the window once again. I needed to get out. I grabbed my coat and purse. "I'll be back soon, Stewie." I said to my cat.
Outside the rain was pouring down. I put my hood up and began to walk, hoping that I would not trip and fall into a puddle. Like that hasn't happened before...
After walking in the rain for three blocks I reached my destination. I stood outside for a moment and looked up at the big green lettering that read "STARBUCKS COFFEE". I smiled to myself and let myself inside.
I know, I know. What would a basically broke person like me be doing in a Starbucks? One word. Addiction.
My mother was the one who started it. She bought me my first latte at seventeen. The taste of it always helped me with writing. It was like a source of inspiration. Now that I'm on my own, I cannot rely on my mother to buy me coffee anymore. So therefore, every week I put away some money from my paycheck for my 'Starbucks fund' as I like to call it. I keep the fund for those days when all inspiration has escaped me. Today is one of those days.
I took off my wet jacket and held it in my hands as I got in line. I tapped my feet to an unknown tune. I mentally made a note to myself to write it down and fix it up when I returned home.
Suddenly, I received a nudge from a pudgy man who was waiting in line behind me. My head shot up and I was taken out of my thoughts. It was my turn to order. I sent the man an apologetic look and he just rolled his eyes. People in this city can be so rude. I walked up to the counter. I looked up at the cashier.
He was the most gorgeous person I have ever laid eyes on. He seemed perfect in every way. The first thing that caught my eye were his amazing emerald green eyes. They reminded me of the Emerald City from the Wizard of Oz. His bronze colored hair was messy but it just made him look even better than he would if it were combed down. He looked at me with a breathtaking crooked smile and said "How are you?". I nearly melted at his velvet like voice.
I have never seen him here before. They must have just hired him. Or maybe he got transferred. If he did I hope they don't transfer him again...Oh please he probably has a girlfriend...
I realized I must look like an idiot standing here. I snapped out of my awe for this guy. "I'll have Mocha Latte." I said in almost a whisper. Wow, he must think I'm a really big freak.
But he just continued with that crooked smile of his. "What size?" He asked.
"Tall." I managed to get out.
"That'll be 3.55." He said, the smile still intact.
I nodded and pulled out four singles from my bag.
As he gave me back my change, for a moment, our hands touched ever so lightly. I was convinced my heart stopped.
I stepped aside quickly not wanting him to see me as my face turned scarlet. I stood there as a different employee handed me my latte. I smiled at her and left the coffeehouse.
I slowly walked to my building. I simply could not get that guy's face out of my head. I reached my building when it dawned upon me that I didn't even know his name. I'll have to remember to look at his name tag next time I go there. Ah, next time will not come fast enough...
I unlocked and opened my door. I threw my wet jacket on the back of one of my kitchen chairs. Stewie came over and greeted me hello. "Hello there big boy." I said as I got down on my knees to pet him.
I sat down at my keyboard. I began to play a tune. It was a lovely little melody. It reminded me of him. Him and his emerald green eyes and crooked smile...
A rolled my eyes. At that moment, Stewie jumped onto my desk.
"Have you ever met someone that you couldn't stop thinking about...someone who is practically taking a hold of your every thought, and you don't even know who they are?" I asked him.
He jumped onto my lap and curled up into a ball.
"I'll take that as a 'no'." I said with a laugh.
As I lay in bed I still couldn't get him out of my mind. The way he smiled...the way he spoke...the way his hand brushed mine...
I groaned then rolled over.
I have to admit, this is the first time I have ever been dazzled.
I hope you liked the first chapter. In the chapters to come we will be meeting more characters, including Alice in the next chapter...so please review and let me know if I should continue or not. Thanks!