When I was fifteen years old I wanted to go to France, I dreamt of finding a handsome color eyed guy with a nice French accent. I was foolish of course because at eighteen I still lived in Phoenix Arizona and I had had the worse luck with guys. All self centered and full of themselves with no care whatsoever what went on in the world. Obviously none of them had color eyes, no green, no blue, no hazel, just plain old dark brown. Of course I don't have the most beautiful eyes in the world either but that's why I want my partner to be the opposite I am because my eyes are a strange honey buttery color. Now I'm twenty-three and walking the streets in Paris, just got out of college with my bachelors degree in filming. I decided to start simple so I have an interview at a bookstore.
I entered the store and went to the front desk, confident and sure of myself now that I was in safe ground, my paradise; books.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hale is expecting me. I'm Isabella Swan," the blond girl behind the desk looked up at me with a incredulous face.
"He's back in his office," she said with a sour tone and pointed towards a door behind her.
"Thanks," I smiled and walked towards the door. Seems like the girl wasn't happy to see me. I knocked the door and a male voice answered.
"Come in," I opened the door slowly, with the smile still on my face. There was a blond male behind a big black office desk going through a stack of papers. He looked up and I noticed he was young, about twenty four or so years old.
"Hello," he had a puzzled expression that told me he probably ea who I was.
"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Hale. I have an interview with him," as I mentioned this understanding came to his face and he chuckled.
"Oh, hello. Sorry, I've been lost in these papers for a long while I forget things, I haven't had much rest lately. You must be Isabella Swan," he said, now with a smile on his face. He was quite handsome, but not my type really.
"Bella, and its fine I get a little lost myself sometimes too," his smile didn't falter as he stared at me curiously.
"Well Bella, I believe we talked in the phone yesterday. Do you have experience in organizing books, and attending customers and operating the cashier?" I bit my lip but kept my smile on.
"Actually, I don't. But I learn fast and work hard. You'll only need to tell me what to do once and I'll cope and work efficiently." He looked amused with what I said and his smile winded.
"I'm sure you could. Well, why don't we show you around then? You can show me what you got on the next couple of days and we'll go from there." That brightened my mood even more.
"Sounds great, thanks Mr Hale."
"Please, call me Jasper. You make me feel old, you can't be more than two years younger than me; I'm only twenty-six." He said laughing as we walked out of his office.
"Well, that would make you three years older than me then," I said laughing.
"Ah, you're my sister's age then, twenty-three?"
"I believe so," he laughed again and put a hand on my arm as a friendly gesture. It seemed like we've known each other for years. He was so easy to talk to, he acted like an older brother. We walked next to the blonde girl's desk and she gave me a funny look. I just smiled and kept walking with Jasper, ready to put up with her with my head held high.
As it turned out, it was easier then I expected. I would be shelving and doing whatever I was assigned to that day, either attending costumers or selling books, but mostly helping out Jasper; sort of like a secretary. The fact that I would be helping Jasper had Jessica fuming. (The blond girl that was behind the desk, the one that made me funny faces and gave me sour looks.) I would start tomorrow at seven, because the store opened at eight and I had to get stuff ready.
My life has always been sort of easy, I'm stubborn but I'm simple; I don't need much to be happy, and that's the thing. I believe life should be taken lightly and should be enjoyed, and time shouldn't be wasted fussing and stressing. If a bad thing happens it was meant to happen and therefore we should move on. I believe I'm easy to talk to because I mostly talk to everyone, I grow on people easily.
As for style, I like to dress good but comfortably. I don't believe in starving myself to death to fit in a size zero. I'm a five and proud to be it. I wear what I please, but I also like to take advice once in a while. If you offered me a rice meal and a Big Mac I would take the Big Mac. Salad or pizza, I would probably take both. Anyways, I'm not really picky, just selective. I like my stuff organized but I don't like cleaning after people every two minutes. I'm not anyone's maid, so that means I wasn't born to be a house wife. Not really. I love cooking and I would cook anytime for anyone but the cleaning's up to someone else.
When the alarm beeped the next morning at six, I was just walking out of the shower. I'm a morning person, though, I like to go to sleep late. I was done with breakfast and ready by six thirty, I went to pick up some Starbucks for Jessica, Jasper and me, I was outside the bookstore at six fifty when Jasper got there.
"Very punctual Bella, seems like I made the right decision," I was leaning against the door and I smiled at him, noticing he wasn't alone.
"Like I said, I take my job seriously, Mr. Hale" he rolled his eyes.
"Please, call me Jasper or I'll change my mind about you," he said it in a teasing tone so it didn't worry me and instead I laughed.
"Sorry Mr-Jasper" he chuckled as he unlocked the door.
"Damn Jasper, thanks for introducing me. Sometimes I wonder why I'm your friend" said the big buff guy who came with him with a teasing tone. He was huge and very muscular but he had an incredibly friendly face and a brilliant smile.
"Oh, sorry. Bella this is Emmett my dear friend in the butt, Emmett this is Bella, I just hired her yesterday, and she's going to be helping in about everything around the store. Oh and Bella, this pain in the ass is the one who's going to be teaching you a little bit more about how things run around here" I nodded and smiled at Emmett as I stretched my hand to shake his. He had an iron grip!
"Nice to meet you Emmett"
"Same, I like your name. You know it means beautiful in Spanish?" I smiled at him and nodded. I remembered the coffees.
"I brought us some Starbucks, you do like Starbucks right?" I said to Jasper. He smiled and took one.
"Who doesn't like Starbucks?" I smiled and turned to Emmett.
"This was for Jessica but since she doesn't seem to like me anyway, I'll let you have it if you want it," he took it immediately and gave me a huge grin.
"I like this girl," he told Jasper. He was amazing, and very funny.
"Well, let's get started, we have a big day in front of us." Jasper said as he walked in the store.
After Emmett showed me how to organize the books I was on my own. It was sort of like a library but instead of renting the book we sold them and there was a lot of variety. I found myself stacking a few books aside to buy them at the end of the day.
I was in the ladder trying to put a book on its place when I reached too far and lost my balance, I thought I would hit the floor and I did go down but I didn't fall exactly on the floor. Instead I found myself in a pair of strong masculine arms and on top of a strong chest. It wasn't such a bad thing, if this were the results of a fall I would fall everyday. I laughed easily and groaned when it hurt my stomach, it seemed I would have a couple of bruises from the fall anyway.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall on you" I said as I removed myself from on top of the guy. As I apologized I looked at him and gawked. He was gorgeous, he had reddish brown hair fixed in unusual disarray that fit his face which was pale and looked soft as a baby's butt, and behind those perfect brows were some very familiar green emerald eyes, and they looked angry.
I stretched out my hand to help him up but he simply ignored it. Without a word to me he stood up and brushed his clothes then walked away swiftly. Incredibly fetching but awfully gloomy, he should take life more lightly.