Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

AN: This is a romantic little tale about true love. There will be no angst or heartbreak in this, just romance. I changed their birthdays, for my own amusement. It's a short story inspired by but really nothing like 500 Days of Summer.

Chapter One

Soon you'll live within my heart
You deserve it, you know it
You've been searching for it all of your life
You need love

Neither of them had experienced true love. They both believed in it, there was no doubt about that, but their ideas of love were very different. She, after some bad experiences, was convinced you had to go through a million people before you found someone who could even be remotely right for you. He, having watched far too many films and read far too many books, believed that true love could strike you at any time, and when it did, angels would sing, fanfares would sound, and rays of sun would shine down upon him.

She was a librarian, burying herself in other people's books until she could find the right inspiration to write one of her own. She was young, cautious, and compassionate. She was neither stunningly pretty nor so unremarkable one would miss her walking down a street. She was just over average height, with long, brown hair, a bright complexion and sparkling brown eyes. She wore modest clothes over her petite figure, blouses and skirts which were pretty and young and suited her well. She came from a big family full of eccentrics, and was one of the more normal within them, despite her tendency to blaspheme somewhat, which her heavily religious aunt abhorred. Her sweet laugh could make a whole room of grumpy businessmen smile, and she had a small birthmark on her ribs in the shape of a wine bottle.

He, on the other hand, was an archeologist, travelling to foreign countries every so often on digs. He had not expected glamour when he took up the profession, knowing it was far from what the movies portrayed it to be. He was also young, enthusiastic and energetic. He was tall, around six feet, with floppy, unkempt, bronze-coloured locks, and bright green eyes to match his heartbreaking smile. He was lean, yet muscled, and had a wardrobe filled with t-shirts, jeans and the odd work suit. He had a sister, four years his junior, who lived with their father, parents

It was a Saturday afternoon in March when they first met, she was replacing books, and he was browsing for something riveting. He was walking towards the crime section, where she happened to be stacking books, and he looked up just in time to see her wobble unsteadily on her ladder and begin to fall backwards. He dropped his books and opened his arms to catch her. She fell lightly into his arms, but still they fell backwards, and she ended up sitting on his torso as his backside grazed the corner of a large hardback book. After a moment, she seemed to realise what had happened and gasped.

"Oh, my God. I am so sorry!" she exclaimed, sitting up and brushing herself off.

"It's... okay," he wheezed.

"Oh, God, are you okay? Did I hurt you? Damn it," she cursed.

"I'm fine. Just a bit... winded," he said, rubbing his back.

Then she caught sight of his arm.

"Your arm! It's in a pot! Did I hurt it?" she cried, her voice rising up an octave. He raised his eyebrow.

"No, I don't mean did I hurt it before, obviously I didn't, otherwise it wouldn't be in a pot, right? Oh, God, I'm rambling, I'm sorry." She took a step away from him, seemingly forgetting the fact that he was still in fact sitting on the floor, and began to pace.

The man laughed lightly in amusement. "Calm down, sweetheart, I'm fine. I'm not winded anymore, and you didn't hurt my arm. What about you, are you hurt? I'm sorry, I would have caught you but I couldn't get a good grip," he explained, standing up and gesturing to his injured arm.

"No, no, I'm fine." She brushed him off. "I'm sorry for rambling. I tend to do that."

He laughed again. "It's fine, really. I'm Edward. Edward Cullen," he said, holding out his good hand.

"Bella Swan. Nice to meet you."

They shook hands briefly. He took a good look at her and smiled. He thought she was beautiful, spectacular, and knew in that instant that he would not let her get away. She saw his smile and grinned back, heart fluttering. He bent down to pick up his books, and she did the same.

"So, Bella, what were you doing up on that ladder?" he asked.

"Replacing books. I work here, and it was my turn to take the cart round so... Were you looking for anything in particular?" she questioned.

"It's a bit late to play the helpful librarian now, don't you think? Shouldn't that start off the conversation rather than falling into someone's arms?" Edward smirked.

She laughed, and his eyes glazed over just a little. "I still can't believe I did that. I've done that a million times before and never fallen."

"I think you just sensed my presence and had a sudden need to be the damsel in distress. I hope that worked out for you," he laughed. "Actually, I was looking for something."

"Oh, yes?"

"I need something gripping, riveting. Something that will keep me interested."

She thought for a moment. "Have you tried any of the James Ellroy stuff?"

He smiled. "I was thinking more along the lines of dinner with you."

"Oh, you charmer."

Three hours later found Edward meeting Bella outside the restaurant they had agreed on, and walking her inside. The restaurant was small and cosy, decked out with low lighting and comfy chairs and wooden tables with candles stuck in wine bottles in the middle of them. The room was dark, giving the feeling of eating outside in the dark with only stars and candles to light the way. Romantic was an understatement, Bella thought. Couples were dotted around the room, sitting opposite each other. Laughter filled the air, love filled the air. Hope and expectation filled the air. It was the sort of palce that would bring a smile to anyone's face.

"So, you're an archeologist? How come you're in Seattle then? I can't believe that's very archeologi...cal?" she said, laughing.

"Well, sometimes, I come back home and take a few lessons at the University, so that's what they've got me doing for the next few weeks until my arm's fixed."

"Oh, and how did you break it?"

"I fell down a ditch at one of the sites."

She laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't laugh but I couldn't help it."

"It's fine," he chuckled. "If I wasn't in so much pain at the time, I'd have laughed too."

"No, you're making me feel guilty for laughing!"

"Relax, sweetheart, it was a funny situation."

She smiled, and he yearned to kiss her.

"So, how long do you have to wear this for?"

"Six more weeks at least, but I still have to stay away from the more physical stuff for a few more, 'cause my arm will be weak."

"And you'll be staying here until then?"

"Yeah. The normal Archeology professor retiring soon, and the university want me to stay on permanently. My sister wants me at home, too, come to think of it, but I'll have to see. I love teaching, but I'm still young enough for the digs." She noticed the slightly lopsided smile on his face as he spoke about his job.

"And how young are you?" she smirked.

"Twenty-five. Personally, I would have thought I was too young to teach at the university considering I only finished there three years ago, but they seem to think I do a decent job. How old are you?"

"Twenty-four. My birthday is in November."

"What date?"

"The fifth."

He laughed. "That's easy enough to remember. And fun."

It was her turn to laugh. "Yeah, but not when your brother has bought you fireworks for your birthday five years in a row."

"And how old is your brother? Eighteen, twenty? It's probably still a novelty to him. My sister is twenty-one and still thinks it's hilarious that my birthday is on April fool's day," he confessed, still laughing.

"He's thirty-two."

"You're kidding me, right?"

"Nope. Thirty-two and married with a three-year-old. So, your birthday is on April fool's day? That's only a fortnight away," she said contemplatively. "Are you celebrating it?"

"I might do. I haven't decided yet."

"If you do, will I be invited?" she asked flirtatiously.

"Most definitely."

The meal lasted another couple of hours, and soon they were heading back to their cars. Edward walked Bella back to hers and they hovered outside it for a short while.

"I had a really great time tonight," he offered.

"Me too," she replied. "It was a lot of fun."

"Will I see you again?" he asked, feeling slightly foolish.

"You know where I work, don't you?" she said, feeling slightly mischievous.

"I meant, will you let me see you?"

"Yes," she whispered as she moved closer to him.

Within moments, their lips were touching, electricity shooting through both of them as she ran her hands through his soft hair and he cupped her cheek gently. She was the perfect height for him, and he for her. Their lips moulded together perfectly, and their bodies seemed to be made for each other.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then," he whispered as they broke apart.

"Yeah. Definitely," she replied.

And with that, he turned around, setting off towards his own car, a massive smile lighting up his face and he walked with a spring in his step. He felt drunk, dizzy, though he hadn't consumed anything. Was it possible to be drunk off a girl? If it was, then he was definitely inebriated.

He knew he had found the one, and he knew he would be with her forever, no matter what. He was in love, and it was glorious. Though there were no fireworks, no singing and no music, his heart had sent all those things through his own body, and he knew that he was truly, completely and utterly in love, even after a few hours of knowing her. He just had to make her feel the same way. It was irrational, unrealistic to feel this way after such a short time, but he could not help it. He had always been ruled by his emotions and forever would be, no matter what.

As Bella drove home, she could not wipe the stupidly large smile from her face nor the elated feeling from within her as she thought of the night that she had just had. Her heart soared and pounded, and she knew, thought it went against everything she believed, that she was in love. Hopelessly, recklessly in love. But did he feel the same? Of course he wouldn't, she thought. It was stupid to even feel this way. Her heart was overruling her head, something which never happened. And she had to say, she was enjoying it. Reveling in it, even. For once, she was listening to her emotions and not her mind, and it was fantastic.

They were in love.

AN: Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.