Summary: Esme Platt is a manger at Victoria Secret at Port Angles with no life except two best friends, and her sassy cat. When a customer comes into the store name Dr. Cullen (Carlisle), a friendship begins to grow but his girlfriend is in the way.

Okay this was Ivy O'Hara's idea (one of my favorite authors) and I asked her if I could use it since it didn't get the highest votes and I thought it was be an amazing story. She said yes! But I have to get credit to her (and Stephanie Meyer *wink*). This story is my first story so please don't be so harsh with me. I hope you like it and get a chuckle out of you. Okay I know it's not really based on the story how Carlisle and Esme met but I wanted to make it a twist for fun. I shall do the best I could to have the same personalities.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, there I said it now I have to thank Stephanie Meyer for her amazing dream she had! =)

Esme's POV

I hated Mondays since it feels like you started over on a new week on a never ending business. I woke up knowing it was time to work at my job at Victoria Secret in Port Angles that just opened up five months ago. I was desperate so I decided to work there as my "way of earning money" until I get a better job at Ralph Lauren or somewhere spectacular. I got promoted when my boss Barney Anderson thought I was doing an excellent job as an intern and decided to put me as his manger. The employees looked at me as if I had the perfect life or it looked like they were about to pounce on me.

I'm 25 years old, living in an apartment by myself; I don't consider that as a life.

My alarm went off a minute later after I woke up, groaning at the annoying sound it made. I had my bed mask over my eyes so I only saw pure darkness with the feeling of dizziness. My hands was trying to hit the "snooze" button but my hand kept hitting other things like my books, jewelry, clothes, etc, until I finally found my alarm. I curled my hands into a ball to slam my fist onto the alarm. It was finally quiet, complete silence. I sighed in relief, trying to go back to sleep but I couldn't since I felt guilt for skipping work.

I took off my mask, seeing light that was blinding that I had to blink several times to have my eyes focused again. I sighed, crashing my head against the pillow.

I heard a meow from my cat coming into my room, hearing her footsteps coming closer and closer to my bed. Her name is Molly, a black and white cat with a mixture of Siamese with her loud meows for demanding attention. I felt a thump on my bed with movement coming closer to my body. She went on top of my back, lying there like she was the queen of England. She always did that every morning just so I could wake up with weight on my back. She was a smart cat.

I got up slowly, forming my arms in a push-up position. I was using my arms to slowly form myself looking like a cat as Molly jumped off my back, feeling claws digged into my skin before she released. I was in a cat position, stretching my arms like a cat with my curly light brown hair dangling down. I went onto my knees, raising my arms in the air to stretch my arms one by one.

I placed my left foot down on the ground with my other foot afterwards. I was in the pink pointelle Cami and Boyshort set that was for the sleep and lounge at the Victoria Secret website. I took off my shirt and pants, leaving me with only underwear. The breeze was tingling my body with goose bumps developing on my arms and legs. I put on my white bra with the "French cuff shirt" that I thought was very attractive with London blue jeans to go with it.

I turned around to my cat while she was lying there on my white bed covers. Her purring was extremely loud with her tail swishing around the covers. Her green marble eyes were on mine staring directly at me, knowing what was happening. She could be half human.

"What do you think?" I asked her, twirling around like I was some sort of model. She mewed but it wasn't a sassy meow. I knew she was meowing a compliment. Somehow I learned her signals and tone of her meows all in one year. I was proud of myself for that accomplishment since it wasn't easy the first month I had her. I smiled, walking to my bed to put on my "knotted" shoes that I also got at Victoria secret.

I got off my bed to walk to the kitchen. I always make these healthy smoothies with protein powder to keep myself awake since when I was an intern, I would fall asleep on my job shifts. I swear Barney was so close to firing me but didn't since my best friend Ellen Meyer stood up for me. She told him I had some kind of hang over when I was partying at a bachelorette party. She also gave him the naughty details, which made him grin at me.

My kitchen had very bright yellow walls with pure white counters, tables, and chairs. The drawers were the same color as the walls with tiny flower designs on the bottom. My bright yellow curtains were hooked up with a hook to keep them from covering the sunlight. It was mucky out with the clouds all around the sky and a little light from the sun.

My refrigerator across from my sink but behind my counter contains magnets of my childhood years and my crafts I did as a child. It made me seem like I was a mother, hanging up my child's arts.

My oven, right next to my refrigerator with a microwave on top of it was a new oven I got a week ago and yet I don't know how to use it properly. I went in front of my oven to grab my blender from the cabinet at the lower section of my counter.

I grabbed my old blender I had since I was eighteen with tons of scratches on it from my cat that thinks it's her play toy. She can also be very clueless to electronics.

I grabbed my fruit from my refrigerator with tons of oddments inside like meats, sauces, dairy products, vegetables, and even chocolates.

I placed ice, strawberries, bananas, peaches and protein powder in the blender. I tried to push the "power" button but it didn't work. I raised my eyebrow, looking at all the buttons on the blender to see if I was entirely stupid that there were more steps to turn on a blender. Then I tried to press another button that was a speed button and then the power button. It didn't work.

I took in a breath of annoyance and released it like Ellen told me to do when Barney would get on my nerves. I pushed all the buttons, growling like I was some sort of animal. I raised the blender high in the air with the lid on, mixing the ingredients. The plug was a lot longer than I thought unless…oh crap! Then I finally realized why it wasn't working: I didn't plug it in to turn it on like you're supposed to do. I growled silently, placing the plug in to have it start and it finally worked. Wow that wasted three minutes of my time.

It worked efficiently like it usual does, mixing all the ingredients until it looks like a big mush. I pressed the "power" button again to finally turn it off in one second. I took off the lid to pour my melon color smoothie into my plastic cup. I took a sip slowly since the smoothie was all coming down at once. It made me want to gag some odd reason that it was hard to swallow. Maybe I put in too many strawberries? I tasted more of the portien powder. I grabbed the protein powder to see if it expired. It said: 5/19/09. That was a week ago!

I ran to the sink to hurl it out of my mouth since I shouldn't shallow an expired product or I might get food posioning. I still had the favor stained in my mouth and couple of strawberry seeds at the bottom of my mouth. This is the perfect start on a Monday I thought sarcastically.

I went to my table with my black juicy purse with all of my money, credit cards, keys, and make-up. That purse is basically my life. It's sad to think that but it's true. I'm single, hopeless, desperate, and more importantly alone. I was never this way until now.

I was such a happier person when I was dating my ex boyfriend Don York but he broke up with me because he told me that he was homosexual. I couldn't believe it but then again I reflected back on the hints. He did say that he loved Johnny Depp, but I didn't think he really loved him. I felt so brainless when I really thought he was attracted to me, but he only dated me because he was attracted to my homosexual best friend name Darwin Jones and figured that the closer he was with me, the closer he was with Darwin.

Darwin also works at Victoria secret as a cash register along with Ellen. All three of us bond like the three musketeers except two out of three are actually girls and straight. I hooked Darwin up with Don and now they have been dating for two months. I was entirely happy for them but also jealous of their happy relationship.

I placed my purse on my shoulder, getting my car keys out to drive to the mall. I had to be at my job in thirty minutes and it only takes fifteen minutes to get there from my apartment. Molly went onto the table, purring with her eyes closed. I gave her a scratch under her chin with a pet on top of her head as a good-bye. I walked away from my kitchen through the living room until I reached my door. I took a last glance at my living room how neat and clean it was. I could never leave my apartment looking chaotic.

My living room had a green leather couch with woolen blankets that I sew for my cat. I also have a leather laid-back chair with a lever that can make you lie back with your feet in the air. I also had one of those old clocks that look like the clock tower in London. I was lucky enough to afford my flat screen T.V to watch my collection of movies. I've seen over millions of movies in my lifetime since I have nothing else I could do in my spare time (other than talking on the phone with my friends and my boss). I also had a fireplace right next to the T.V and paintings of art that I absolutely adored. '

I opened the door, walking out of my apartment to close the door behind me. I walked through the dark hallways with snoring echoing the halls. I heard bickering fighting with wine bottles crashing everywhere. I also heard the music from "Jaws" with screams in the background. I heard the song "Get Low" with loud thumping from above. I always ask myself why do I live here. This atmosphere is completely opposite of myself. I guess I have been depressed since my break-up but usually I'm a bright person. Maybe that's why everything seems so dark to me; maybe it's a sign.

The apartment walls were thin as glass that you can hear everything. I continued walking down the hallways with all the noises surrounding me. I saw fire extinguishers at every five doors with all colors of gum on it. Who would ever want to touch that? I guess if there was a fire in the building but does anyone respect property anymore?

I walked pass it before I hurl again, continuing my way through the dark but loud hallways. Then suddenly I heard barking with made me jump from the apartment next to me with an old guy telling it to shut up, whipping it. I heard the whip slashes, which made my heart sank. I would never treat animals in that kind of way.

I continued to walk until I finally reached the staircase. I opened the door to the staircase, glancing back at the hallways. No one was there but the noises that were around me. I went into the staircase that had a light on with white walls and white stairs. The stairs were some sort of metal that whatever you step on it, it makes an echo to creep you out. I gulped, not thinking about falling down.

I went down the stairs with my hand gliding me through on the railing. The keys were on my opposite hand, swinging back and forth as I went down. My hair kept going up and down but my curls were never out of place. I felt a tingle of breeze on my skin from the movement of my actions. I went down the stairs one by one without any interruptions allowing me to pause.

I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, opening the door to the lobby. The lobby looked like the forties with the chandlers and the old sofa had tiny cobwebs on them. It also had antique tables with an old rug that looked like it was made from China. The lobby was pure red, sort of a blood red, but it also contain a very pale white. The walls were white in one section and red on the other with wooden floor was smooth like the floor in a ballet studio.

I walked through the lobby with no one greeting me like they usual do when it was the afternoon. I paused, turning around if I could see Morris, the lobby attendant. He was snoring, sleeping on his taxes but the looks of it, drooling all over it. I shuddered that I would have drool all over my cheeks like he does.

I continued to walk out of there, opening the glass door on my way out. When I entered outside, it looked worst than I thought it was earlier with the fog casting all over so the whole city could be blind.

I saw my porche so I walked over to it with my heels still on my feet with agony thriving up and down my feet. My curly hair felt lighter with the coldness with my face completely frozen. When I sighed, I could see my breath that made me shiver. I kept shaking, running to my car for the heater. My feet were killing me more that it made me slow down. I groaned, rolling my eyes that I had to wear fashionable shoes to work. I would have worn tennis shoes instead.

I was finally at my car with tons of frost on it that my windows could have been frozen. I unlocked my door by twisting it around since I don't own one of those cars that you press a button and it's open automatically. I entered inside my car, shivering when I sat down. I grabbed my phone out to text Darwin to get me something to drink since I knew the stain in my mouth wasn't going to last all day. I flipped my phone up, scrolling down my contacts. I found Darwin's name, clicking his name to text.

Darwin, can you get me a latte? I had this disgusting protein smoothie and well, I threw up. I don't want to talk about it but please I need to get the taste out of my mouth! Love ya! xoxo Esme

I flipped my phone down, throwing it back into my purse. I closed my door to turn my car on and the heater as well. The radio blasted out when I placed my keys into drive with "You belong with me" by Taylor Swift. I moved the shift to go backwards out of the parking space. I looked back so I didn't crash into anything with my hands directing the wheel.

I was out finally out of the parking space, shifting my gear to forward. I placed my wheel back into place to drive forward with the song over. Then it was "You got a friend" from James Taylor. Wow a lot of Taylors I thought, irritated with my car for being so cold. The heater wasn't turning hotter; it was colder.

I was on the freeway finally with horrible drivers on the road that were doing back and forth sideways on the lanes. I honked at them while they gave me "the finger" and drove faster. I growled, driving calmly or might get into an accident.

In fifteen minutes, I was finally at the Port Angles mall on time. I parked right near the entrance to Macy's like I wanted since Macy's was near Victoria secret. I got out of the car, taking in a sigh with relief that I was finally at work. I closed the door, placing my key into the hole to lock it. I heard that thieves like stealing from your car so I vowed to myself to lock the car everytime I get out of it.

I walked down to Macy's, feeling like a model from one of those reality shows that I used to watch with my mom before I moved out. We would always compare them to ourselves on the curves, the hairstyles, the make-up, etc. I missed my mom dearly but I didn't move out soon, I would never be able to get out of there.

I entered inside with the smell of the air freshener and clothes that were on sale. I had a scent of a bloodhound when it comes to sales since I would be at the mall for eight hours. I walked through, trying to get to my store as quickly as possible before my boss yell at me like he usual does once a week. It was aggravating to stand there listening to my boss's lecture about tardiness like I was a ten-year-old.

I went through the models of beds shown there from firm mattress to comforting. My bed was in the middle, which was perfect for my back and comfort. There were only employees from different stores there, walking to their store with anxious looks on his or her face.

I was finally out of Macy's two minutes later, going down the hallways of the stores. The floor was a silver colors with square shape with escalators working efficiently that had ten or more people on it. I looked down seeing employees talking with Starbucks coffee in his or her hands, gossiping about daily lives. I continued walking down until I saw my store.

I was right in front of "Sluts R US" with tons of mannequins modeling our latest fashion that were there a week ago. This is your life, Esme; make it worth wild I told myself. I walked closer, seeing Darwin and Ellen there along with Barney talking to them, drinking coffee. I saw that there was one coffee cup left. I was guessing it was my latte.

I opened the door, smiling to see my friends bright and early. Darwin walked to me with the coffee cup. He was wearing pink (I wasn't surprised) with a black tie and his nametag on the right side below his shoulder with his light shaggy brown hair. Barney left the room so it was only Darwin, Ellen and I in the room. The room was entirely pink with tons of white spots with tons of clothes neatly folded to be presentable. I put on my nametag on my shirt, sliding the pin underneath to connect to the end after I placed the pin through my shirt. It said: "Esme" and underneath "Manger".

"Here is your latte, darling," he smiled, handing my latte to me, "you look fantastic, can I borrow that after you?"

"Thank you, but I don't think it'll fit you." I smirked, taking a sip of my latte. I never thought it would taste so amazing than it usual does. It felt like I taking a sip of relaxation, having all of my stress floating away from me.

"Good morning sunshine!" Ellen ran towards me with the biggest smile on her face. She was wearing a black dress that wasn't even from this store but it really looked good on her body with her black silky long hair. "Are you ready to search for bachelors?"

"I guess so," I sighed, placing my latte on the desk gently, "but honestly, I don't think I'll find one today."

"Come on, just because of Don? He was gay!" she exclaimed, placing her coffee down, looking outraged at my response. I looked around to see if anyone heard us but no one was there. She was the loud one out of all three of us.

"I know, but that was probably a warning that I shouldn't look for anyone." I pointed out, playing with my curls, "besides, no guy would be that attracted to me."

"Esme, I know you're lonely with your annoying cat and horrible apartment, but maybe a guy will make a path to happiness. You're living in a dark cloud, lets get some sunshine" She grinned, raising her eyebrows up and down. "You're an amazing attractive woman. A guy has to be blind to see that you're not beautiful. You're the princess, you need to find your prince charming."

"I love the analogies, but lets face reality, he's not going to show up in my doorstep and appear like magic." I rolled my eyes, placing my palm on my face with my elbow against the desk. Darwin frowned while Ellen shrugged, looking out to see any customers. I took out my cell phone to see what time it was. It said eight o'clock, exactly when the stores opened. I looked at Ellen and she looked like she had a brilliant idea in her head, jumping up and down.

"Okay Esme, I'm about to give you a quest to find the man of your dreams," she began, "Here's how it goes, you're going to talk to every man that enters the store. First, you ask for his name, memorize it. Then, you're going to ask what he does for living and you're going to tell us by the signals of your hand behind your back. Then, you're going to ask if he's single or taken and you're going to signal us by a one or a two. Then you're going ask if he's straight, gay or both and you're going to signal that by an "M" for straight, "W" for gay, and "E" for both or bi. If you're attracted to him, give us thumbs up, side ways if he's okay and thumbs down if you think he's not right for you. I did this in college and it works, how else did I find Ian?" Ian is her seven-year boyfriend that wants to take things slow. He hasn't even the thought of marriage. But hey, they are in love. I can't judge them. "Memorize the job signals," she instructed, handing me the charts. I didn't know where she found it but I didn't have time to ask questions. It said:

Chart #1

#1: Scientist

#2: Doctor

#3: Actor

#4: Cab Driver

#5: Life Guard

#6: Model

#7: Dancer

#8: Musician

#9: Singer

#10: Plumber

#11: Dentist

#12: Surgeon

#13: Comedian

#14: Paleontologist

#15: Biologist

#16: Chemist

#17: Bartender

#18: Waiter

#19: Fireman

#20: Police Officer

#21: Murderer

#22: Druggie

#23: Ice skater

#24: Construction Worker

#25: Stockbroker

#26: Athlete

#27: Garbage Men

#28: Make-up Artist

#29: Chef

#30: Baby-sitter

0: Neither

Chart #2

#1: Single

#2: Taken

Chart #3

M=Straight

W=Gay

E=Both

I read through it and memorized it in two minutes. I smiled that Ellen had so many schemes for me to get a boyfriend. She had been trying to get me a boyfriend since my break-up with Don two months ago. She also had been dying to double date but she didn't want to be with Darwin and Don or that would have been too awkward. I didn't blame her; I would have been uncomfortable too.

"Thank you, Ellen." I smirked, placing the charts on the table, taking a sip of my latte. She rolled her eyes, annoyed that I would be laughing instead of taking it seriously. She laways thought that her idea were serious, not a way to humor someone. Ian is a funny guy but she never laughed at his jokes. I guessed she had her own humor.

A guy entered in wearing a "beanie" on his head with a heavy snow jacket that you would wear when you're in Alaska with jeans and heavy boots that made a knock on the floor when he took every step. Ellen chuckled silently while I walked up to him like I'm supposed to do. I gulped, clearing my throat to speak. He looked like one of those men with pockets in thier pockets. I know I shouldn't judge but that was in my mind.

"Hi, I'm Esme Platt, do you have any questions about this store?" I figured I should be friendly so maybe he would be nice enough to give me his information.

"Hello, I'm Paul Heath and I'm just looking." Just looking? That's…unusual.

"Paul can I ask you some questions?" I asked, embarrassed in the inside. I can't believe I was doing this to him. I placed my right hand behind my back, centering myself so Ellen and Darwin could see my hand.

"Yeah, sure I think I can trust you." he seemed very sweet by giving me a smile. He had yellow chunks in his teeth with a smelly breath. Breathe through your mouth I thought to myself.

"Okay, what do you do for living?" I asked him. I felt so uncomfortable doing this since this is not what I do to guys. I would get into a deeper conversation, but I didn't have time for that since any guy would be in here any minute.

"I'm a Garbage men, serving my state in my own way," he replied, sounding honorable. I placed one arm behind my back to do the signals. I signaled "27" with my hand by doing the number "five" five times and a two.

"Are you single or taken?" I felt so embarrassed asking a guy that I wasn't even attracted to but I was doing it because…why was I doing this?

"Single bird in its tree." He answered, taking his beanie off, holding it in his hand. He was bald with tons of dirt on it. It smelled disgusting that I don't know if I can stand it any longer. I signaled "one" with my hand. I really don't want to ask if he was straight or not.

"Are you gay, straight, or bi?" I asked, gulping my words down my throat so it could be locked in my rib cage until it was able to release. I flinched.

"Bi actually." He smiled, raising his eyebrows up and down. He winked at me as some sort of flirtation. I signaled an "E" with my fingers as I heard laughing in the background. I really didn't have anything to do with this guy. He was nice but he was creeping me out. He might put his arm around me if he didn't get out soon.

"Okay, how can I help you?" I asked, groaning silently. He smiled wider than he was before I asked the question.

He cleared his throat, "Do you know if that guy is single?" I was grossed out already. The picture of Don came into mind. I wanted to hurl but that would just ruin my life even more. I shook my head to get the vision out and it did. Paul's smile grew wider as if I answered his question. Oh crap! That wasn't my answer! I need to tell him the truth.

"Yes I know and he is not, I'm sorry." I answered honestly, hoping that he would leave. I signaled thumbs down behind my back. He frowned and glared at the same time that it was hard to tell with the expression on his flithy face. He walked out of the store without a sound except from his boots.

I ran to my friends, shuddering on my way towards them. "Ellen, that man—" I shuddered while Darwin and Ellen was laughing hysterically, giving each other high fives.

"Darwin, would you date him?" she asked him, chuckling. I saw tears coming down her eyes from laughing too hard, slowly going down her cheeks. I've never seen her laugh so hard in my life.

"Well, he's not my type." He shrugged, shuddering like I was, "I mean he's a garbage man, those men could be finding weapons, but not just war weapons…" my jaw broke open after his sentence. I covered my mouth to hide my astonishment. I had nothing else to say after that statement.

Another men came into the store with his girlfriend so Ellen told me, "don't do it" and I was relived. All the rest of the time, it was only girls coming, teenagers by the looks of them. It was better talking to girls because then I could tell them my experiences using them or advice that would make the girls a better person. I wanted a daughter or be a mother some day, talking to my child about life as an adult.

It was eight o'clock as the afternoon sped up faster than I thought it would. I did see men and asked them questions but they were surgeons, druggies, or more complex jobs that I couldn't even pronounce. They were all gay or bi except one but he was just too weird and creepy. He was a druggie. I gave thumbs down to all of them.

I never I wasn't going to find my soul mate in a sex shop but I wanted to try. Where else can I find someone? At a bar or in a retirement home? I don't think so.

We were about to close until a guy entered into the store. My eyes widened on how attractive he looked with his light blond hair with dark brown eyes. He was alone which was the perfect opportunity, but it was different this time. I was attracted to him so it didn't feel weird. He was wearing a tuxedo with a black tie like he just came back from a wedding. I noticed that there was no wedding ring on his finger, but he could still have a girlfriend. Why wouldn't he?

"Go to him," Ellen whispered in my ear, "he's the last guy tonight." I knew she was right so I walked away from the desk to go to the front of the store. I cleared my throat silently, hoping that I wasn't too nervous. I felt my body agitating, especially on my legs. I never felt so nervous or alive. He just looked like an angel descended from heaven just to be with me. I swear I saw yellow sparkling light showing that he was my soul mate with fireworks surrounding him. But I couldn't say that to him. He would look at me like I was a...I don't know.

He was looking at the underwear section, which got me really confused. He really needs some help if he was looking at girls underwear unless he wasn't...he has to be! He was too looking to be...I need to stop myself from jumping into conclusions.

"Hi, I'm Esme, how can I help you?" I asked politely, smiling to show that I was friendly. He smiled with his perfect teeth showing like he was Brad Pitt. He had an amazing smile that stuck to my mind, never able to be erased. His skin was pale as snow, blending in with his white fancy shirt underneath his black jacket. "But before you ask, can I ask you something?"

"Oh yes, ask away." He told me with his amazing tone voice. It sounded like music in my ears that made my head spin that I was dizzy for a minute. I wasn't able to focus until everything came back to me. I couldn't faint in front of this guy.

"Okay what's your name?" I asked him. I couldn't keep talking to him without knowing his name. I had to keep it simple.

"Carlisle Cullen." He answered. Carlisle, that was a good name. Cullen. I liked his last name too.

"What do you do for living?" I asked him, feeling like a professional at this now or like I was interviewing from for a job here. This was not romantic.

"I'm a doctor, working at the hospital at Forks. They say I'm most recommended but I'm not entirely sure if they are accurate." He answered with a smile. He looked like this wasn't bothering him at all or people ask him this all the time.

"Single or taken?"

"Taken, my girlfriend is coming over my house in an hour." He answered. I wanted to frown but that would give too many hints.

"Straight or bi?" He couldn't be gay if he had a girlfriend. He could be bi but I doubt it.

"Straight." He told me without an actual tone. I placed my hand behind my back to signal my friends. I placed a "two" for doctor, "two" for taken and "M" for straight. "By curiosity, why are you asking me these questions?"

I was astonished. I didn't know how to respond to that so I gulped, swallowing my fear. "No one has asked me that before, you must be very smart."

"Well I am a doctor after all." He chuckled. I blushed with sweat on my forehead. I really didn't know how I was going to speak to this guy anymore. He was this very smart guy that I couldn't have.

"Excuse me for my behavior and the personal questions, I feel so embarrassed. How about I get you free underwear?" I just realized how stupid am I to get him free underwear. Free underwear? Esme Platt, what are you thinking? No one wonder Don became a homosexual.

"No, I'm fine; I just need help deciding what to get my girlfriend for our anniversary. I saw a Victoria Secret bag in our living room and I figured she would want something from here. Do you know what girls would want at this store?" He asked me, acting nonchalant.

"Anything but I would give her a dress with a note saying meet me at this restaurant and then when she gets there, give her a rose to signal that you loved her. Oh, and take her dancing under the moonlight so she'll feel like the luckiest girl in the world and depending on how long you had been dating her, maybe propose." I suggested. I read too many romantic novels. This was my actual fantasy. But what was the point of saving it if I wasn't a guy? I couldn't plan this for my boyfriend since it just seems too informal.

"That's actually a good idea but I don't know about the proposal. I love her and I had been with her for year from tomorrow, but there are still some stuff that we need to talk about with each other to make sure we were right, if you know what I mean." He gestured his hands, kind of his way of communicating. I found that fascinating.

"Oh, of course I do. I have been in a relationship before in my life, none of that stuff is new to me at all." I told him, chuckling to myself.

"Well which dress should I give her?" he asked me pointing at the dresses. I walked over to the dresses with him following me a couple of steps behind so we wouldn't be too close. I found a beautiful dress called the "halter bra top maxi dress in print" I found on the webiste. I got the dress out from the rack of dresses with the hanger hooks over a metal bar shape of a circle. I held the dress out to show him by holding it with the hanger still underneath the shoulder strap.

"What do you think? I don't know about you but this is what I visualize when I told you my idea." I admitted, swinging the dress up and down gently, modeling it.

"I think it's beautiful," he told me as I gave him the dress to observe it more. He was checking the back part of the dress, looking at the size I assumed. "And it's her size but it's expensive."

"She needs to be treated like royalty." I reminded him, persuading him not only to buy it but also to make her night worth wild. I twirled around while he was chuckling. He had the best laugh I ever heard, better than mine. Well anyone's is better than mine but his was better than anyone I ever heard.

"You're right, I'll take it, thank you Esme." He smiled, walking the dress to the cash register. I sighed, thinking that I could have been his girlfriend. I wished I were.

He was talking to Ellen and Darwin, paying for the dress with a credit card. Darwin was trying to flirt with him while Ellen kept slapping him on his side to stop. She always did that to him ever since she found out he was gay. I think she likes him but that's just so…unusual. I closed my eyes, taking in a breath and releasing it. I don't know what I got myself into at this point.

I walked over to them to see what they were talking about that made him laugh. I guess they were telling him about what I was doing all day. It didn't matter as long as he didn't glare at them, then it was fine. But they weren't talking about what I did at all. They were talking about his girlfriend by the sounds of it. All I heard was she was blond with curly hair and blue eyes. Her name was Heather. Wait, Heather was her name? Heather Collins? I knew who she was now! She was the girl that always came here to buy thongs! Thong Heather is what Ellen and I called her. She did say she had a boyfriend. I remember her bragging that her boyfriend was a doctor! It made since! I finally knew what she was talking about all along!

Carlisle said good-bye to everyone but I wanted to give him my number just in case he needed anything. He was holding his dress on one hand and nothing on the other, swinging it back and fourth.

I ran to him saying, "wait!" and he obeyed. I was right next to him, giving him a smile. "If you need to come here again or need advice, here's my number and call me anytime." I gave him my card from the store that said, "Esme Platt, manger of Victoria Secret". It also had my cell and home number on it.

He smiled, "Thank you, good night Esme," he walked away from the store with a smile on his face. I smiled as he went away from the store farther and farther away. I knew that he was probably not going to call me but I had hope that he might. I hoped he does one day so I could see him again.

There will be another chapter (I hope, depending on if people liked it)