At one point in time, a very, very long time ago, I had this story posted on here as well as Twilighted. However, life happened, and I immediately stopped writing. Ever since then, I've changed day by day and I think I am finally ready to commit to a story such as this one. I feel as though I have enough experience in this topic to write about it. I will let you readers know about that soon enough, I promise. :)

To everyone who read this story before, thank you. It's back, it's going to be great, and I can't wait to see where it takes me!

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do.

Chapter 1: Looks That Kill and Coffee Spills

BPOV

Damn, he is so attractive, I thought as a man walked into Perks Coffee. I had been sitting in the same spot for ten minutes, watching each person that came through the door. Some had been elderly ladies, some older gentlemen, and even a few college guys that I had classes with. But no one had caught my attention like he had. In fact, I don't think anyone in my life had captured my attention like he'd managed to do in literally five seconds.

It was a frigid, Saturday morning in November, and I'd arrived at Perks early because I was meeting my best friend, Rosalie Hale. At least once a week, we met up at our favorite coffee shop to catch up on each other. However, this week was different; I guess it could be considered a special occasion. Rosalie was introducing me to her new boyfriend, and according to her, he could be the one.

I smiled softly as I recalled the phone conversation that had occurred earlier in the week.

"So when are we meeting at Perks?" Rosalie asked, with a tone of hinting to her voice.

"Are you suggesting that you want to meet up at Perks sometime soon?" I chuckled into the phone. Rosalie was intelligent when she absolutely wanted to be, but she also was a subtle as a gun, which sometimes worked in her favor.

"Well…yeah. Actually I am."

"Okay. When is best for you? I was thinking afterwards maybe we could go shopping, if you don't have a class. I need some new dress clothes, and my jeans are kind of worn out. And I know that you love to shop so-"

"Well, actually Bella," Rose interrupted, "I'm bringing someone with me. Not just any someone. A guy someone."

"Really?" I asked, surprised. Rose hadn't mentioned a guy lately. My mind instantly began to wander as I became curious.

"Yes! He's fabulous, Bell. He's sweet and caring and unbelievably gorgeous! Bella, I think he may be the one."

I started to laugh uncontrollably, but then I realized she was completely serious. "Oh. Well then, that's great, Rose. I am happy for you. I'm a little shocked, to be honest. I've never heard you say a guy was the one before."

"I know it's weird, but I feel so strongly for him. It's pretty crazy, actually."

"It sounds crazy. So how about we meet up Saturday, Perks, at 10:45?"

"That sounds great! Thanks so much, Bella!" She said, with full excitement in her voice. "You're just going to love him!"

I laughed at how thrilled she'd become. "I sure hope not. He's your man, remember?"

She giggled lightly. "I guess you're right. Silly me. I'll see you Saturday, Bella."

"Alright, I'll see you then."

"Oh, Bella?" Rose said before I hung up.

"Yes?"

"His name is Edward. Edward Cullen."

I sighed slightly as I came back to reality. Rosalie had been my best friend since I was thirteen. We became close after my parents divorced. She had comforted me night after night while I cried on her shoulder. Rose and her older brother, Jasper Hale, had been supportive of me in ways that I cannot even imagine. Throughout the seven years of our friendship, Rose and I had experienced mostly everything together. She was there when I got my first boyfriend, first kiss, and first real heartbreak. She was my rock, and everyday I was thankful for her.

I sighed once more as I thought of my mom, Renee. After the divorce, she fled to Phoenix, her hometown. There, she met Phil, and they're now engaged. As happy as I was for her, I was a bit disappointed. As crazy as it seems, I always dreamt of my parents magically falling back in love and getting remarried. Even though I knew the chances of that happening were one in a million, I wanted my parents to be that one.

After the divorce, I lived with my dad, Charlie, in Forks. He was a quiet, lonely man who needed a daughter in his life to keep him company. Even though we never talked much, he was still my father and I loved him for that. I couldn't blame him for never trying to patch him and my mother's relationship. They had grown apart, and fate didn't want them together.

I've come to realize I'm a lot like my dad. We both are quiet, stubborn people who function better alone than we do with others. But unlike my father, I don't cope with my loneliness. Instead, I tend to dwell on the fact that I am twenty years old and I haven't fallen in love yet. I haven't experienced the kind of love that is in books and movies. I've had that teenage puppy love, but nothing serious. I've never met that man who made me weak at the knees. I've never felt fireworks in a touch, in a kiss.

And unfortunately, I hadn't lost my virginity yet.

I shook my head and refocused on the attractive man who was now ordering coffee. I studied him closely, inch by inch. He had nice, bronze hair that fell perfectly on his head. Not even one strand seemed to be out of place. He was wearing a black collared shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The dark color of his shirt showed off his creamy, white skin. His jeans hugged his body and were molded to his ass. He was the most attractive male specimen I'd ever seen in my life and I couldn't tear my eyes away for one second. God put in extra love when making this man.

Just as I was staring at him, he turned his body around and his eyes caught mine. I gasped and quickly turned away for a second, before refocusing on him once again. From what I could see, his eyes were a bright emerald green that could probably shine from a mile away. His face was pure and utter perfection. His cheekbones were high and sharp, and his nose was angled perfectly. And his crooked grin…It made me shiver and dirty thoughts flew through my mind.

Just as I was about to return his smile, Rosalie pushed through the door. The guy turned around and faced her. Both of their faces lit up when their eyes made contact.

Suddenly, everything connected like the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

"He's fabulous, Bell. He's sweet and caring and unbelievably gorgeous!"

I was meeting Rosalie. And her gorgeous boyfriend. At Perks. At 10:45.

No.

They started to walk towards each other, and their smiles steadily grew.

No.

The next thing I knew, they were walking towards my table. Their hands brushed together a few times, and then they were suddenly intertwined. I picked up my coffee and began to sip nervously.

"Bella!" Rosalie said excitedly as she reached my table. "This is Edward Cullen, my boyfriend."

As soon as she uttered those last few words, my steaming coffee slipped from my fingers, and landed directly in my lap.

"Shit!"

At the end of every chapter, I will be posting a question and I would like for everyone who reads this to answer the question when reviewing.

How do you know when you've found the one?

I will pick my favorite answer and post it on the next chapter. :)