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"Hey, Sugar, are you rationed?" I heard someone shout as I walked by. I ignored them and kept walking. I had to meet Alice for lunch at three, and it was already two-thirty. "Awe, honey, don't be a blue nose! I just want to chat."

Keep walking, Bella, I thought to myself.

"Sugar, why are you not answering?" I felt a tug on my arm and I was forced to turn and face the man who was delaying my lunch. "You're such a dill, and I ain't no flat tire. My name's Mike. What's yours?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

"Bella. It was a pleasure to met you, Mike, but if you were to excuse me, I'm meeting someone for lunch," I answered honestly. I checked my watch. Two thirty-five. I still had a little while to go before I reached the restaurant, and if "Mike" didn't leave me alone, I would never be able to met Alice in time.

Alice Brandon was my best friend, and always will be. I've known her since I was five, and we told each other everything. She was the most energetic person I've ever met, and she was an excellent ballerina. She was so graceful that it was heartbreaking. Unlike me. I tripped over almost anything, and the black heels that I was wearing did not help that fact at all.

"Aww, you don't want to hope in my new jalopy and head over to the Gin Mill? Ain't I keen?" Mike asked chuckling. I finally figured out why this man I barley new was hitting one me. He was drunk. I could smell it on his breath every time he talked. I'm surprised I didn't figure this out before. Why would anyone hit one me unless they were crazy or drunk? Or both?

It was an odd thing though. Now that I knew that Mike was drunk, the signs were a lot clearer. His words were slurred and his eyes were slightly blood-shot. Mike was not just drunk. He was plastered, and it was only – I checked my watch – two-forty in the afternoon. What amazed me even more was that he wanted to go to a Gin Mill and drink some more!

"Mike, that sounds swell, but I really have to go now. I'm running late, and I have to met my friend – "

"You're so pretty," Mike interrupted, putting his hands on my waist. Such an intimate gesture!

"Mike, I'm not really comfortable with this," I said, trying to pull his hands off my waist. It was no use. He was holding onto me like I was a life preserver. "Mike, I'm serious, let me go," I repeated, trying to make my voice sound more threatening.

"No," he replied, taking a step closer to me. My heart rate sped up. I didn't like this one bit.

"Mike," I practically begged. "Please stop – "

"You heard the lady, Newton. Scram," a voice said from behind me. Mike immediately froze then. He recognized the voice.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. That was rude of me," he said, letting go of my waist. He had seemed to snap out of his drunken state and now seemed scared. He turned around and hurried away, nodding to my savior when he pasted him.

"Thank you," I said to the man, finally looking at him. And boy was he a sight! He looked very spiffy in coffee colored pants and a matching over coat. Under the lapel of the coat was a stripped scarf. The top of the jacket was open, so I could see that the man had a blue collared shirt with a gold tie on.

If this man's clothes were nice, his physical features were wonderful. He had a nice square jaw and a straight nose. His eyes were a bright emerald green. He had on an adorable crooked smile and I noticed that he had perfect teeth. This man was about six-foot-one, and even through his thick coat, I could tell he had a perfectly toned body. But what really caught my attention was the man's strange, penny-colored hair. It looked as if he had just run his hand through it, and it looked extremely soft. This man was no man. He was a God. He was Adonis in the flesh. I was dumbstruck.

"It was no problem. Mike Newton is a drunk Drugstore Cowboy who's rude and pushy. It was my pleasure to help out such a lovely lady. My name is Edward Cullen, by the way," the man – Edward - said. His voice was as smooth as and soft as velvet. This man I barley knew was dazzling me by just talking to me. No, by just looking at me!

"Bella Swan," I replied.

"It was nice to meet you, Bella Swan," he said as he walked away. I was still amazed by the reaction I had when he said my name. It sent shivers down my spine and beautifies danced in my stomach.

"Nice to meet you, too," I said, a second too late. He was already gone.

**DelighAndDemise**

"Isabella Marie Swan, where have you been? You're late," Alice said as I walked in to the restaurant. I looked at my watch. Three-o-five. I was five minutes late and Alice was already on my case.

"By five minutes, Alice," I said with a chuckle.

"Wait!" Alice yelled when I was about to sit down. My knees were bent and my bottom was almost in the chair. It was a ridiculous position to be in, so I stood back up.

"What is it?" I asked, confused by her behavior.

"Let me see what you're wearing," she ordered. I rolled my eyes and obliged. I stuck my arms out, making a T, and spun on the spot, waiting while Alice judge my outfit. I was wearing a very comfortable black velvet dress, a long black jacket, black heels, and to add some color, I added a green beret. It was winter, and my first priority was not to look cute, but to dress warmly. When she was done judging my outfit, she let me sit down. She had ordered me a Coca-Cola, so I took a sip.

"So, Alice how's Jasper?" I asked. Jasper was her boyfriend, who she absolutely adored. They were perfect for each other, but I couldn't help thinking that something was a little off with Jasper…

"Of, he's good. He's taking me out to see a movie on Tuesday. What's that new one called? With Gene Tierney and Cornel Wilde?" she asked.

"Oh! Um…Leave Her to Heaven?"

"Yeah! That's the one! It's supposed to be really good."

"Alice, you are so lucky, I haven't had seen a movie in forever. You'll have to tell me how it is!" I told her.

"Well, if you want to find out, go get a date! Why do you never date?" she asked. Alice always thought I needed a boyfriend. But I was perfectly happy without one and I was so busy with school that I just didn't have time to date.

"Because I don't want to. But speaking of men, when I was walking here I met the most handsome man in the world!" I said.

"Is this why you were late? You were looking at some man?"

"No, but he was part of the reason why I was late," I answered her.

"Why? You have to tell me!" She excitedly said.

"Ok. So I was walking here, it was about two-thirty. I passed this man – "

"Is this the guy?" Alice interrupted.

"No. Now let me finish. Anyway, I passed this man who then started to hit on me. He was drunk, and he was asking if I wanted to go to the Gin Mill with him. It was disgusting! So, I'm trying to tell him that I have to leave when this gorgeous man tells the drunken man to leave me alone. Well I guess the drunken man didn't like the gorgeous man very much, or was afraid of him or something, because he apologized and left as soon as he heard the gorgeous man's voice. It was amazing!"

"Wow! All the good stuff happens to you. This is definitely love at first sight!" Alice said, her hand holding her heart.

"Oh, now stop. I'll probably never see ether of those men again," I admitted.

"Well, did you at least get the cute one's name?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did. Edward Cullen." Alice frozen once she heard the name, and quickly changed the subject. I couldn't help but notice how this was the same reaction Jasper had whenever I asked about his line of work.


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