Disclaimer for Entire Story: I am not Stephenie Meyer and do not own Twilight.

A/N: So here's a new story. Let me know what you think.

Los Angeles. LAX. It was my base, headquarters if you will. I was walking down the long terminal towards my gate pulling my small carryon behind me. I was wearing the dress today with the cardigan over my arm. People would smile, children would wave and I would smile politely back.

I made it to the gate and the gate agent was at the podium checking people in and answering questions. I waited near the podium for her to finish with her customer and notice me.

It was only a few minutes before she was done and she made her way over to the security door that led down the jet way to the plane.

"Have you been waiting long?" She asked. Her name tag read 'Jessica'.

"No I just got here." She opened the door for me, handed me my copy of the paperwork and I made my way down the small decline to the plane.

I walked on board and stored my carryon in the front closet along with my sweater. The craft service crew were still catering the plane and cleaning up from the arrival that had occurred just a half and hour before I got here.

I started looking through the cabinets making sure we would have everything that we needed for the flight. I made my way out of first class and walked down the aisle of the 757 that we would be working on today.

I smiled when I saw the blond at the back of the plane in the coach galley. She saw me and smiled back.

She was the head Flight Attendant on this flight and also my best friend. She started walking towards me and gave me a short hug. "Is everything all set up back here Rose?" I asked.

"Yep. We are just waiting for the crew and the other two flight attendants." She told me.

"Do you know who they are?"

"A Trainee and Tanya." She made a face when she said Tanya's name. Tanya and Rose had always been rivals in the Flight Attendant world. They were hired at about the same time. Rose had a week longer in service than Tanya and seniority in this 'world' meant everything.

I groaned and rolled my eyes dramatically. "She's not that bad Rose. Usually she's nice to me."

"Usually is the operative word here." She laughed. "You don't know her well enough yet."

It was true. Tanya had never given me any reason to dislike her besides that she was tall and had strawberry blond hair and she was beautiful. Nothing compared to Rose though. Rose was tall and blond. She looked like she should be on a runway instead of working the 'friendly skies'. I'm not saying that I was hideous or anything, but I was just normal and plain. My dark brown hair and my brown eyes were my best features. At least that's what Rose tells me. She says I don't see myself very clearly.

It was the beginning of the month and with that it was the beginning of the new schedule for us. I had three years of seniority so I could get some good shifts out of this base. I was very happy with my schedule this month. Today we had a trip from LAX to Chicago O'Hare and then on to Boston Logan. Easy. We were staying overnight in Boston and would do the return to LAX through O'Hare in the morning.

Tanya and the trainee Lauren arrived together and then the flight crew made their entrance. We went over all of the pre-flight checks and alerted the gate that they could board when they were ready.

Tanya was in the back galley showing Lauren a couple of things. Today was her second day and her first day on a 757.

Lauren who was also blond didn't seem to like me. I didn't work with her on her first day nor had I ever seen her before.

Rose and I were standing in the first class galley welcoming the passengers. Rose would be working first class today because she was the head Flight Attendant. Occasionally she would have me work first class for her. She said that sometimes the arrogance of the first class passengers would get to her and she needed a break.

The last of the passengers had boarded and we began to taxi out to the runway. We went through our safety video and demonstrated how to use the seat belts and the oxygen masks. I settled down into my jump seat in the exit row between first class and coach.

I pulled on the shoulder straps and clicked the buckles in place. I grabbed a magazine and started to flip through the pages while the plane's engines roared and we sped down the runway heading for lift off.

I felt the plane leave the ground and the landing gear store itself away for the remainder of the flight. I still had a few minutes before we were allowed to get up and start preparing the drink service and the meals if anyone felt the need to purchase a $9 turkey sub.

I heard the bell chime alerting me to start working. Tanya and Lauren had prepared the drink cart and pulled it up towards the front of the coach section and started to serve. I made the announcement about being able to purchase food and that I would be around to collect the money and serve the sandwiches.

The flight to Chicago was very uneventful. Not that I minded, I mean, you don't really want a flight to have and actual 'event' because that usually meant some kind of emergency which was anything from losing cabin pressure to someone vomiting in the aisle. Neither of which I wanted to happen.

Chicago to Boston was the same. Uneventful. Easy. We cleared the plane and collected our personal items and headed up the jet way and into the terminal.

We made our way to the flight attendant lounge, turned in our paperwork for the day and checked our flight for the morning. It was a 6 am departure. We received the paperwork that we would need to check in to our hotel for the night. The four of us made it out front to the hotel shuttle area and boarded the bus and headed to the hotel that was near the airport.

Morning arrived too quickly for my taste. I jumped into the shower and tried to wake up. I was meeting Rose in the hotel restaurant for breakfast before heading back to the airport.

"How did you sleep?" I asked her once we were seated. "I couldn't sleep for anything." I had a hard time sleeping when I was on a trip.

"I slept OK after I talked to Emmett." Emmett was her boyfriend for the last five years. He owned a mechanic shop near our house. I lived in the apartment over the garage in the house that Rose's grandmother left her when she passed away; Rose and Emmett shared the big house.

The flight from Boston to O'Hare was quite annoying actually. There were screaming kids onboard and their parents couldn't control them. I found myself ushering them back to their seats five times on the flight.

Lucky for us our flight arrived a few minutes early to O'Hare and we had a layover of about an hour before we had to prepare for the next flight. Rose and I wandered the airport shops and finally settled ourselves in one of the food court restaurants' chairs and ordered some muffins and coffee.

Rose excused herself to the restroom and I sat and sipped my coffee. I loved to people watch and the airport was a great place for that. I saw those annoying kids waiting at a nearby gate and I was relived to find that they would not be on the flight to LAX. There was a mom and dad and teenage girl that looked like they might be sending her off to college.

I turned my head around to look down the other way and almost fell out of my chair. Walking down the concourse was a man that looked to be about my age and he was gorgeous. He had on dark dress pants, a crisp white shirt and his tie was pulled a little loose. He had a laptop bag hanging over his shoulder and his suit jacket hanging over that. His other arm was holding a cell phone up to his ear. His hair was disheveled and was a reddish-brown color, but what got my attention was the color of his eyes. Emerald green.

He walked up to the coffee counter and ordered. He took his cup and dropped his bag and jacket in a chair and sat in the other.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, but I knew the conversation was heated. He looked upset with whoever was on the phone. He kept running his hand through his hair in frustration.

Rose reappeared minutes later and I gestured over to Mr. Green Eyes. "Ooh Bella, nice. Go talk to him."

"No way, plus he's on the phone." I told her just as he hung up and tossed his phone on the table. Rose cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrows. "Rose you are mentally unstable if you thing that I am going to go talk to some random stranger in the airport."

"Why not? You always tell me that you never meet anyone interesting. So here's your chance. Do it."

"He's in an airport Rose. He could live anywhere in the US. I'm not going to have some weird airport romance right now." I laughed at her. She shrugged her shoulders.

We only had a few more minutes before we needed to head back to the plane. I got up and threw away my trash in the garbage can that was near my Green-Eyed stranger. He looked up at me and gave me a small crooked smile that made my heart melt. I smiled politely back just as I do for all of the passengers and headed down the concourse back to our gate.

We checked everything out and prepared for boarding. Tanya and Lauren were already in the back of the plane, and Rose and I stood in the first class galley like always ready to greet our passengers.

The gate called for boarding and some first class passengers boarded. A few minutes later the coach cabin started to board. We were just about full and were checking the passenger manifest for any special meal requirements or special assistance that any of the passengers might need.

The gate called for final boarding and a few last minute stragglers came on board as I headed back to my area between first and coach and went through the safety video. I sat down and strapped myself into my jump seat and waited for take off.

I heard the chime telling me that it was ok for me to start working but before I could stand up completely Rose tapped me on the shoulder. "Would you like to work first class on this flight?" She asked with a smug look on her face.

"Um…if you want me to." She nodded her head rapidly. "OK."

I slowly walked through the first class curtain and looked back at her retreating form. Maybe she wanted to see how Lauren was doing.

I reached the galley and put on my apron that had "Bella" embroidered on the left side and picked up the small tray that held the roasted hot nuts that I was to pass out to the passengers while I took their drink orders.

I came out of the galley and stood in the aisle with my mouth hanging open, because there in seat 5B was my Green-Eyed stranger looking at me with that same crooked smile he had for me in the food court.