Well, well, well what do we have here? A new story that I have experienced dreams of...like heaps of nights and I just had to get it down, and well I thought the first chapter was pretty good so I decided to post it on Fanfiction. And no, I did not dream of twilight, but I thought that the people in my dream were very much like Bella and Edward...soooo here it is the first chapter. Hope you like it! :)

Fifty, one hundred, one hundred and fifty, two hundred, two hundred and twenty, two hundred and twenty one. Counting out the till at the end of the day is one of the hardest things. Not that counting money is hard, but the fact that my hands are sore, my brain is tired and my eyes just want to shut, never to be opened again. Oh, crap what was I up to? Fuck, might as well start again. Fifty, one hundred, one hundred and fifty…
"Bella," Jasper places his hand over the top of mine, "Stop. Why don't you head on home? I'll finish counting the till." He gives me a smile, which I return.
"Thank you so much, Jazz. I just have not been sleeping well recently." I take a step back from the till and begin untying my apron.
"No problem, sweets. Your share of the tip's are in the jar." He nods to the jar sitting on the other side of the counter.
"Awesome. I'll see you tomorrow night, Jazz." I give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"See you, Bell. Take some of those pills I gave you the other week. They knock me out in about five minutes. Best shit the doc has given me since those anti-depressants." He orders me out and to have a safe walk home. After grabbing my things, and my share of tips I am out into the cold night air of New York City. The busy evening street makes me feel like I am walking at a snails pace.
Walking only about three blocks from the coffee shop I am employed at, I catch a glimpse of someone. Someone so familiar, I could have just smelled them and known who it was. I sigh and shake my head. No, it couldn't be him. He would be at some club, or out of town for some business trip, or at a late meeting or at home with some girl he's seeing, or anywhere but in this area of town I live in.
Like some instinctual reaction, my legs seem to move faster and I am closer to this person walking ahead of me. My brain seems to wake up after that last cup of coffee I consumed at work, double shot, and it goes into stalk mode. I follow him shortly, my stride long and determined, mirroring his, his jacket collar flicking up to hit his neck as the breeze picks up. He seems to be walking strangely, like his legs have a mind of their own. He stumbles quickly, catching himself on a near by street sign. Drunk. How could he be walking around at this time of night, in this area pissed? He swears quickly before walking again at the same pace as before. I'm not following him. Well, yes it might look or seem like it. But really I am walking the same streets I do each evening on my way home. Technically, he is the one that is following me.

After a short while he slows as he comes to a crossing road, and stops waiting for a car to pass him. I freeze slightly, waiting for him to move again, but it is as if he can sense I am behind him and he turns around quickly. Jumping behind a near by wall, I attempt to hide from him. Not wanting to actually come face-to-face with him. My heart beats erratically in my chest and I can barely breathe.
He passes the opening to the small alleyway I have hidden in to, he turns away from me, looking. He knows someone is following him.
Waiting to be caught, I count; one, two, three…I count all the way up to fifty until he moves on again. But in the opposite direction to the way I was following him, he heads back in the direction of the coffee shop.
I let out a ragged breath that I realise I hadn't been holding. Stupid, stupid I could have been caught. I should have just gone the long way home. Shaking the nerves out I head home as quick as I can. Hoping I won't run into him.
Flicking on the lights of my living room I sigh and flop down onto the couch. Not caring I strip of my coffee bean smelling uniform and chuck them in the direction of the laundry. Grabbing my comforter from my bed I curl up on the couch with a warm glass of milk and the small bottle of pills Jasper gave to me. Taking the recommended two and gulping down the whole glass of milk I settle myself in for what I hope to be a good nights sleep.
After about thirty minutes of tossing and turning I finally am able to sleep. But sadly I have a dream, I dream of him…

-About 3 months ago-

Step. Ouch. Step. Ouch. Stupid shoes. I have never liked high-heeled shoes. Sure they look great on the shelf, sitting in the box and they looked fabulous when I tried them on in the store. But as soon as I put them on this evening, it is as if they want me to saw off my own feet. The suffocating feeling around my toes makes them go all pins and needles and I can't help but whimper as Jasper drags me from the parking lot.
"Jasper, do I have to?" I whin and whinge, just wanting to go back home. But he just rolls his eyes at me.
"Come on, Bell. It's not that bad. I've tried heels before. Don't worry I'll give you a foot massage when we get home…" Jasper trails off and I follow his line of sight to a group of homosexually dressed men grouped together near a black BMW.
"That's if you make it home." I giggle and pull Jasper along this time.
"Mmm," He hums in agreement, "Oh, Bell. If you loose me in the club, wait at the bar. Don't come looking for me. And if I'm missing for over an hour call a cab home." He smiles wickedly at me. And my mind begins to venture into bad waters so I shake my head to get images of what Jasper would be thinking out of my head.
We reach the line to enter the club, but instead of stopping to wait in line, Jasper pulls me up to the entrance.
"Jasper Hale," He says to the bouncer dressed in black. The guy checks his little clipboard and lets us past.
As soon as we walk in I am hit with an amazing scent of perfume, sweat and alcohol. Jasper pulls me in closer, wrapping a supportive arm around my waist. So tall, I crane my neck and he gives me a reassuring smile.

Stepping fully into the club, the music practically blows my eardrums and the flashing lights make me squint. Jasper leads me to the bar and shouts over the noise to the bar tender for two dirty martinis. Alcohol doesn't always agree with me, but I'm guessing that a drink or two will calm the nerves that seem to be twisting my stomach in knots.
Only just turning nineteen, I shouldn't be in here. But since Jasper knows the manager and the entire bar tenders he got me in without them having to check for ID.
Grabbing our drinks, Jasper pulls me over to a staircase that leads up to a room with lounges, an escape from the booming music.
"You okay, Bell?" Jasper asks after he finishes his martini.
"Yeah, fine." I look out over the dance floor and it looks disgustingly inviting.
"You want to go dancing?" He stands up and outstretches his hand to me. I gulp down the rest of my drink and grab his hand.
Dancing isn't one of my talents, but boy, can Jasper move. He dances with me for a while until a small guy with dark hair comes up to us, asking me if he can dance with Jasper. I release Jasper and allow them to dance together. So I retreat to the bar for another drink.
"Another martini please?" I ask the bar tender and he goes off to mix my drink. That was when I saw him. He was leaning against the bar, watching some skanky looking girls wearing mini-skirts dry humping each other on the dance floor. His nicely cut jeans, ironed dress shirt with the top button undone and his hair styled as if it wasn't styled wasn't the only thing I noticed. His emerald green eyes stared into mine and completely captivated me. I didn't realise I was staring at him until his lips curved up into a heart-shattering smile. Not just heart breaking, but shattering, into a million little heart shaped pieces. I avert my eyes to the drink that sits in front of me, praying that he didn't think I was a staring weirdo.
"Hello," A soft voice, which would have been loud if it wasn't for the blasting music came from my left side. I look up into pools of deep green that took all of my will not to just stare at.
"Hi," I say, my voice comes out in a half sigh, half squeak thing and thankfully he just laughs. We just stand there for a short moment, not saying anything. At this point in time I am screaming at myself just to say something, anything that wouldn't make me sound stupid or weird. But praise God, he breaks the short silence.
"I would buy you a drink, but I see you already have one." He mentions and for about a millisecond I have no idea what he is talking about until he gestures to the glass that I hold in my hand.
"Oh, that's very kind of you. But I would decline anyway." I say and I just want to grab a knife and cut my tongue out because now it sounds like I am not interested. Wait, I'm not interested. I came here to spend time with Jasper and to get out of my cramped apartment. Good choice, Bella. Now make an escape.
"So what's a pretty young thing like yourself doing in a place like this?" He asks me and I am taken back from his question.
"Excuse me?" I ask rudely.
He comes closer than what I would call a reasonable space between two people having a conversation, "You don't really expect people not to notice that you are under twenty-one?" His breath was hot next to my ear. He pulled away slowly and just stares at me.
"Well, no. It wasn't my idea. It was my friends." I look away from him to the crowd of dancers and Jasper is nowhere in sight. Great, leaves me alone with strangers.

"So, can I ask again…" He begins to ask something ut he is cut off.
"Edward!" Someone from the other side of the room yells out and the man standing in front of me turns his head in the direction of the yelling person. He smiles and waves them over. The guy who called out this strangers name looked as if he live in a gym, and the blonde bombshell on his arm looked like she walked out of a beauty parlour. But as they came closer, she looked so natural that she was born all beautifully made up. Her over impressive look made me feel like a right frump. Tonight would have to be one of the only times in my life that I have actually bothered to put make-up on. Of course the makeup was Jasper's.
"Hey, man. Been looking everywhere for you." The large guy greets the green-eyed beauty in front of me.
"Told you I'd be waiting at the bar for you guys. Hey, Rosalie. You're looking gorgeous as ever." He gives the blonde a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks Edward. So, who is this?" She asks giving me a beautiful white smile.
"Oh, um. Well, sorry I didn't actually ask your name." He gives me a sheepish grin.
"Uh, Bella." I say and it looks like the man who's name is Edward mouths my name, repeating it twice.
"Well, Bella. This is Emmet and his beautiful fiancé, Rosalie." He gestures to the couple holding hands.
"Hey, youngin'. How's it hangin'?" The big bulky guy asks me. Emmet?
"Uh, hi. Well, thankyou." I smile at his attempt to speak to me as if I was an adolescent. Edward laughs at his friend.
"Emmet. You don't have to speak to her as if she was sixteen. Excuse my friends stupidity." Edward rests his hand on top of mine which sits on the counter.
"It's okay. So did you hear that new Justine Fagber song on youtube, Emmet? Don't you just love his boyish charm and cheap lyrics?" I attempt a joke and Rosalie and Edward laugh at it. Emmet after the shock of being stepped up one, he laughs also.
"No, no. I don't think I have, Bella." He shakes his head at me.
"Good, because he sounds like a twelve-year-old girl who just hit puberty." Oh, lovely Bella. Great joke. Luckily they all laugh at me.
"Congrats Edward. You have a comedian. Perhaps she can make you laugh in bed instead of moan." Emmet says a little too loudly and I practically spit out my martini as I take a sip from it a little too soon.
Rosalie looks like she is about to shoot Emmet in the head, and Edward just laughs it off.
"Come on, babe. I don't think you're helping. Let's dance." Rosalie pulls the big guy away and I cannot dear to look at the man standing before me.
"I'm so sorry about my friend. He doesn't understand the term 'manners'. Nor does he know when to shut up." He apologises to me.
"No, that's okay. No offence taken." I wave off his apology, as my eyes roam the room. Tall, blonde, dressed like a girl. Jasper. Thank God!
"So may I ask, Bella. Would you like to dance?" He gives me another heart shattering smile. It's just dancing, right?
"Um, sure." I say and leave my empty glass on the counter. Edward takes my hand and leads me in to the middle of the dance floor. He licks his lips as he lets go of my hand and grabs on to my hips, pulling me closer. Resting my hands on his shoulders he starts moving us to the music. You know how I said before that Jasper could move? Well, Edward could beat Jasper in a dance contest any day. The way his hips met mine, to grind against me made me want to moan. The way his hands moved up and down the area of the small of my back, never actually touching my ass, but God did I want him to. His eyes were so intense, so full of lust they went from emerald green to a very dark jade colour. After about five or six songs, I lost count, sweat was pouring off our bodies it was so hot. I think Edward was thinking the same as I was.
"Want to go upstairs?" He yells over the loud music. I nod and he releases my hips and grabs on to my hand again. He takes me to the bar; ordering us drinks and we make our way up to the lounge.

I haven't seen Jasper this whole time and I look down at my watch. He's been gone for over an hour, I guess he won't mind me catching a cab home.
Just as we sit down, a strange tune fills the lounge room. Edward's fumbling around in his jeans pocket confirms that it is his cell phone. He answers it and I avert my eyes to the dance floor below, allowing him to have his phone conversation in peace. After about a minute or so he gets off the phone.
"Fuck it! I'm so sorry, Bella. I can't stay. I would love to have a nice conversation with you. To really know how old you are and where you live and what you do for a living. But, sadly what I do for a living is calling me away." He makes his apologies and stands up. "But, before I go. Would you do me the honour to leave your number on my cell phone?" He hands me the small device and I look up to his begging soft green eyes. I don't even know this man. As good looking as he is, I don't feel this is right. But, what the heck? I type my number into the key pad and hand it back to him.
"Thank you," He says softly, grabbing my hand and giving my knuckles a soft kiss.
That small decision I made to leave my number in my phone was the beginning of what seemed like a stalkfest. For the next week, he calls non-stop asking me to dinner, to movies, out clubbing again. I picked up the first few days, telling him I wasn't looking for anything in a relationship way right now, but then after about what I am guessing a hundred calls, I left voicemail take his offers.
But, Jasper made me change my mind.
"Come on, Bell. Give the poor man a chance. From your description he sounds so delicious that if he were gay I wouldn't have let him leave." He complains the next Friday night shift we share together at the coffee shop.
"No, I can't. I mean it wouldn't be right. Not after leaving Jacob." I shake my head and make an escape to the storage room. Jasper follows me.
"Bell, are you fucking serious? You haven't seen that Jacob guy in what? Almost two years? Honey, get over yourself. Please? For me? Just go out to dinner with the guy. You don't have to fuck him. Unless, you want to." He gives me a cheeky grin and giggles. I slap him on the chest and he laughs harder.
"Fine. Whatever. Just to stop your bitching, Hale." I succumb to Jaspers begging and I find myself actually answering my phone the next time Edward calls me. Setting up a time and place for our first date.

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