Wow. That's all I can really say with the response for Flash Forward and the previous chapter! I had basically a million emails Haha!

disclaimer: SM owns Twilight, not beta'd

BPOV

I was living the dream. I worked as a waitress with shitty hours and half-decent tips, and I did bitch work at the library, making just enough money to pay my bills. Plus, I was going to school to get my masters. I was going to become a librarian. All that bitch work would pay off. I loved being around books. And cooking. I would rather make food than serve it. If I had the time, I'd read and cook all day long. Now, I was lucky if I found time to eat, let alone cook. And the only person who was around to try my food when I did cook was Mike. He didn't care what I made, as long as he was fed.

Typical guy.

Which was why I was out with my girls tonight.

I never get to go out. I was taking advantage of this night. I would get fucked up and Mike would take my drunk ass home, where I'd sleep until 9:00 in the morning and do some hungover homework.

Done and done.

But back to the present.

I arrived at Masen's Pub at about 8:30 with Rosalie and Angela. We had toked up in the car before going, but I was beginning to regret that decision because I was tired. And hungry. And my mouth was really dry. And Mike would be pissed when he found out.

"I'm thirsty," I complained, suffering from cottonmouth.

"I'll go and get us some beers," Angela offered as we sat at the table. I really needed water, but I supposed that beer would do. She strutted up to the bar right next to this guy who was hunched over in his seat. She was clearly admiring him, but he barely took notice. He looked miserable. And he was by himself. Getting drunk.

How pathetic.

Angela returned with our drinks and a very excited smile was plastered on her face.

"Oh my God," she said, handing us our drinks. Dang, I was thirsty. And hot. Why was it so hot in here? I t

"Silly, Angela. I'm not God. I'm Bella."

I eagerly chugged my beer.

"Shut up, bitch," Angela said dismissively. I giggled. She turned to Rosalie. "There is one hot brooding man sitting at the bar-"

"No thanks!" Rosalie interrupted, the only single one. She had no reason for being single other than she wanted to be. She really wasn't into brooding men. She was into pretty boys, though. Mainly pretty boys with dimples.

Dimples were cute. Especially on babies.

Ugh babies were obnoxious. All they did was cry and poop. But they had cute laughs.

"Right, Bella?"

I snapped my head up and saw the girls staring at me. I had no idea what they were talking about.

"What?"

"You are so high," Rosalie rolled her eyes.

I nodded. She was right.

"I said you'll go and check him out and be honest. Right?" Angela was clearly already obsessed with Mr. Moody.

I sighed.

"I'll check him out for you, Rose, when I get the next round," I responded lazily. "Except I want shots. Strong disgusting shots."

"Shots of cum?" Rosalie asked curiously.

"Maybe that guy's cum," Angela remarked, pointing in the direction of the man at the bar. That set us off into an uncontrollable giggle fit that lasted for a good few minutes until we finally got a hold of ourselves. We finished off our beers and sat for a moment. I really didn't want to get up. I kind of felt like I was sitting in jello.

In a pool of jello.

Yeah.

"Would it be in bad taste to yell over to Mr. Moody to bring us some shots?" No, really. I was that lazy.

"Would it be in bad taste to ask him to do it shirtless...or naked?"

"Ang," I scolded, not really caring. "That's a human being. Not a piece of meat."

"You go and check him out," she laughed. "Then, you can tell me he's not a piece of meat."

I sighed and stood up, swaying a bit. I had turned into a jellyfish. That was the only way to describe the floating feeling as I walked over to Mr. Moody.

I walked over, staring at the back of this guy's head. His hair was a disaster. He probably just got fucked. Or fucked and dumped? Was that why he was so sad?

He stiffened when I neared him and began to turn around, scanning the crowd, like he was looking for someone. By the time I reached the bar, he was standing to leave.

Ah shucks. Looks like I wouldn't get to check him out.

Oh well.

"Can I please get three shots of jack and honey?" I asked the bartender. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Moody turned towards me.

I could feel him staring at me. I felt goosebumps break out over my flesh, which was strange, considering it was very hot. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable and I wanted to see what he looked like.

But how could I check him out when he was staring at me?

Seriously, was there something wrong with him?

Fuck it.

I turned toward him and was shocked by what I saw.

The man was very good-looking. Like really sexy. His hair was the color of a rusty penny. His sharp jaw was edible. And he was tall, at least six feet. I felt myself blushing at how handsome he was.

But none of these were the reason I could barely catch my breath looking at him. And it wasn't because I was high either.

It was the look in his eyes. He looked at me as though he already knew me. Like he was in awe of me. Like I was the second coming or something.

There had to be something wrong with him.

Or had I met him before? Maybe I had and just didn't remember.

Well now, I just felt like an asshole because I probably did meet him before and he was waiting for me to recognize him.

"Do I know you?" I blurted out.

"I'm going to marry you."

My heart fell out of my chest.

I was way too fucking high for this.

"Um...excuse me?" I let out a tweaky little giggle.

He smirked and scratched his head. Apparently, he was completely fine with this...proposal. He laughed.

"Uh...Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Edward Cullen."

He was cute. I figured that a little flirting wouldn't do any harm.

"Well, Edward Cullen," I tried not to smile. "I'm Bella Swan, and I'm not so sure you'll be marrying me."

He smiled as though he had won the lottery. "It's very nice to meet you, Bella," his eyes darkened. "And, yes, I'm sure that I'll marry you."

I felt annoyance overtake my entire being. This cocky man really thought this was a good pickup line. I was about to tell him to fuck off because of Mike, but the bartender came up with my shots. I grabbed them and turned back to Edward to invite him to meet Rosalie, but then thought better of it. He most certainly was not Rose's type. And I'd probably have to punch him if he used the marriage like on her.

"What are you doing here tonight?" He asked, stopping me from leaving.

I grinned, hoping I could use this as my excuse to get away. "Girls night." I looked back at him and he was fixated on Rosalie.

Of course. She is the gorgeous one. Even though I wasn't single, my ego still took a hit when guys fell at Rosalie's feet and well, not mine.

Especially since he did propose.

"That sounds fun," he smiled warmly at me and didn't give Rosalie another glance.

I love Rosalie, and she has never chosen guys over me. But in this particular situation, I felt oddly triumphant.

And because of that, I felt guilty.

"Yep, well, I'm going-"

"Would you like to get dinner sometime?" He interrupted.

Oh shit. I felt my face heat up and I had to stop myself from smiling. I had Mike, but man, this guy was good looking and, well, it made me feel good.

But I couldn't.

"My boyfriend wouldn't like that very much. I am flattered, though," I responded honestly. "However, you probably will want to try the marriage line on someone else. It almost worked."

"Boyfriend?" He responded in shock.

Really? Was it that surprising that I wasn't single?

Asshole.

"Yeah, he actually is DD tonight but not until later. Well hopefully he won't change his mind."

I hadn't meant to say that last part.

"What is fucking taking so long?" Rosalie snapped from next to me.

"Calm down, Rosalie," I groaned as Edward smiled at her. Ugh. "This guy was proposing to me. I had to at least talk to him."

There. Now he couldn't use that line on her. Rose looked at him and then back at me. I could see the wheels turning in her mind.

"Good. Then, maybe you can get rid of Mike."

I was mortified. The only thing I wanted to do was get the hell out of there.

So I did.

I ignored Angela's concerned looks when I walked back and we took our shots.

And then I took Rosalie's shot since she was clearly enjoying herself with Edward.

Not that I cared.

She was over there for a very long time, and I glanced over, half expecting to see her and Edward making out, but instead there was a different guy. He was bulky, with dimples.

Of course Rose was all over him. And he was all over her. And Edward was completely fine with this.

Who was this guy?

"Hey, Babe," I heard a voice and felt arms wrap around me. And I knew the only reason he was doing this was because he saw me watching someone from across the room.

I pulled away. "Hi, Mike. Thanks for coming to pick us up."

"Yeah, I gotta go, Babe," he responded. "I have work early tomorrow, so round up the troops."

Rose ran up to me and told me she was going with Emmett. I laughed and wished her good luck. I walked toward the door with Mike's arm around me. I glanced back one more time and Edward was looking right at me.

And when I saw the look on his face, I whipped my own head back around.

I shouldn't have looked. It was a mistake because not only did I see the frown on his face, but I also saw that wasn't what unnerved me.

Because that frown morphed into the biggest grin.

And I think it was because I looked back.

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-Bravery