Authors Note: This is my first fic! Please be patient with me. My summery probably sucks but hopefully the story makes up for it!
S.M. owns these characters…but I live vicariously through them!
Flapjacks
**Chapter 1:**
My name is Isabella Swan but I prefer to go by Bella. I recently started my junior year of college with my best friends Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale. Alice and I grew up together in Forks, WA. We decided when we were kids that we would go to the same college. Once we were both accepted to UW we so excited and couldn't wait to start.
Our freshman year we weren't able to room together but we were on the same floor just a few doors down from each other. Alice was fortunate enough to get Rosalie as her roommate; I on the other hand got stuck with Lauren. We didn't click as well as Alice and Rose...actually we didn't click at all. Needless to say I spent most of my time in Alice and Rosalie's room. Since then we have been inseparable. This year we managed to get an apartment for just the three of us. Alice and Rose were pretty well off financially. I on the other hand, was a little less fortunate. Not to terrible but I still had to work a part time job so I'd have spending money. I had student loans to cover tuition and housing but that was it.
And today was one of the days I was working at my job as a waitress at the local pancake house called Flapjacks. It was Sunday morning and super busy even at 11. We were full of mostly college students. Some were just coming from church; others were still up from the night before and my favorite, the hung-over students! They were funny and half the time ordered half the menu and left pretty decent tips which in turn made it so I only had to work a couple of shifts a week.
This Sunday wasn't much different than other Sundays. I got the occasional older couple that was sweet and caring and I got the drunken assholes that just wanted to hit on me and then stiff on the tip when I wouldn't reciprocate their advances. Ugh! Assholes! But the one difference this morning was the group of hung-over frat guys I had in one of my booths. There were eight of them. One of them was truly not doing well today. He was loud and obnoxious and quite possibly still drunk. He was trying to get a little handsy with me. I politely warned the group to keep their hands to themselves and control their friend. They nodded and agreed to keep a handle on him. At least that's what one of the guys told me with a dimpled smile. He was obviously the babysitter for the night/day. And he was huge! I mean easily six and a half feet tall or taller with muscles all over! I tried not to pay to much attention to him but I couldn't help myself...his tropical ocean blue-green eyes and that smile with the biggest dimples I've ever seen just pulled me in. So I kept stealing glances at him throughout their meal. Once they were finishing up I gave them their check and figured that was it. (I'd just secretly fantasize about him in the privacy of my bedroom.) So you can imagine my surprise when I found a phone number written in very elegant writing in the spot that the giant of a man was sitting with the name Emmett scrawled underneath. I took it without thinking of it much and tucked it into my apron.
After my shift was over I went home to shower and get into my comfy clothes for the night so I could finish the last of my homework for the next week.