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\I am so tired of that pipe leaking in my basement. I have had two different plumbers come out to look at it and have had no luck. These men come out in their tight pants with their beer bellies hanging over the waist and their tight 3x shirts. They bend over to put their tool boxes down and their ass cracks show. How disgusting is that? Why can't plumbers be hot and sexy? I want one that has water board abs and an ass that makes me want to rub my hands over it.
I left work early today in order to meet with the third plumber. He had been highly recommended by my doctor. He was supposed to be at my house at noon. I arrived home at 11:45 and there was a huge truck sitting in my driveway. I get out of my car and head towards the driver's side of the truck. He gets out of his truck and I swear my mouth hit the ground. A huge smile crosses his face and he reaches his hand out to me and says
"Hi, my name is Edward Cullen and I hear you have a leak."
"Uhh, yeah", I stammer. "Sorry", I say. "Nice to meet you Edward, I am Bella. Follow me and I will show you, the leak is in the basement. I have had two other plumbers out to look at the leak. They both said that it was fixed and both times it started leaking again."
He followed me down the stairs and when I looked over my shoulder he was ogling my butt. He looked up and I smiled at him. The look on his face when he realized he had been caught was priceless.
"Oh, I see the problem. These two pipes are rusted and it looks like there is a small hole here," he says as he points to the pipe.
I asked if he thought he could fix it today and if he knew an approximate time table.
"It will probably take maybe an hour or so. I think I have the items needed in my truck" he said.
That would be great I tell him. We both head up stairs and as he walks out the door I ask him if he would like a glass of sweet tea.
"Yes mam he says, that would be wonderful.
I head to the kitchen and pour two glasses. I had just finished pouring when he came back in the house. I followed him down stairs and sat his glass on the dryer. He thanked me and I told him I would be upstairs if he needed anything. He nodded and I headed up stairs. I had a few dishes I needed to put in the dishwasher and a couple of loads of laundry to wash. I grabbed the dirty clothes basket and went back down stairs. He had already shut the water off and had the pipe disassembled and was putting the new pipe into place when I reached the bottom step. He came over and grabbed the basket from me and carried it over to the washer. I told him thank you.
"So, do you live around Forks?" I asked.
"Yes", he says. "I live about a mile down the road"
"Oh, that's close. I am glad you did not have to drive far", I say.
"How long have you been a plumber?" I asked.
"Well, about 7 yrs", he says.
"You have lived in forks for all that time", I asked.
"Yes, actually I have lived here all of my life", he says.
"How have I never met you before today? I have also lived here all of my life. What year did you graduate from High School," I ask him.
"I graduated in 2002", he says.
"I graduated in 2005", I tell him.
"I think you graduated with my sister, Alice Cullen", he said.
"I remember your sister she was amazing. She was the one that did all the acrobats on the cheerleading squad. Is she still exuberant?" I ask.
"Oh, she has not changed one bit," he says.
"If you have time I would love to hear more about Alice and discuss how we have never met. That is if you wouldn't mind", I ask.
"I am actually done for the day after this. Would you like to grab a bite with me, I have not had lunch yet," he says.
"I actually just put a pizza in before I came down. Would you want to share it with me," I say.
"I would really like that", he says.
"I need to run up and check on the pizza, so I'll let you get back to work", I tell him.
I hurry up and sort the laundry out into piles. I actually have three loads to wash. I hate laundry!
I throw the first load in the washer and head upstairs to check on the pizza. It had just a few more minutes left before it would be done. I grab two plates and set the table for two.I walk over to the stairs and holler down at Edward.
"Would you mind bringing your glass up when you come", I ask?
"I'm almost down now, just packing up my equipment and I'll be right up", he says.
I run to the bathroom to freshen up before he gets upstairs. I hear him walking up the steps so I head back to the kitchen.
"I'm just going to put this in my truck and I'll be right back inside", he says.
"Ok", I say. "The pizza should be done by the time you get back."
I grab two potholders, bend over and pull the pizza out of the oven. It is perfectly golden brown. When I stand up Edward has entered the kitchen. He stands in the doorway and just stairs at me. I become a little self-conscious.
"What are you staring at", I ask as I place the pizza on the table.
"Sorry, I just keep thinking about how close we have lived and have never met before. I was trying to see if I remembered you, but I. I feel like we have met but I cannot place your face", he says.
He comes in and grabs one of the chairs and has a seat. I take his glass and pour more tea in it. I sit and we grab some of the pizza. We eat in silence for a bit and we start to laugh. We may have only met a few hours ago but it feels as if we have known each other all of our lives. We talk about his father Dr. Carlisle Cullen, his mother Esme Cullen who owns her own design company, his brother Emmett who teaches Science at the High School, and of course Alice. Alice is married to an architect named Jasper and she has her own dance company. Emmett's wife Rosalie also works there. I look at Edwards's ring finger just to double check. I do not see a ring.
"Bella, what's wrong you got quiet all of a sudden. Oh, no. I have never been married. I was engaged once but broke it off when I found her sleeping with my best friend", he says.
I reached my hand out and placed it on Edwards hand as I tell him sorry I am."
He takes his thumb and runs it along my hand and says "It was a long time ago".
I stand up and walk around the table to stand in front of him. He puts both his hands on my waist and looks up into my eyes and says…
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