Hi again. Well those that have made it this far, I applaud you. I'd like to thank everyone that read, reviewed, favorited, and followed my story! You don't know how much it means to me. I'm glad that most of you seemed to enjoy the story. Also I don't really know anything about article writing and Vogue editors and stuff like that, so this is all mostly what I think they do.
Anyways to the chapter, here we gooooo!
A Single Moment
Chapter 2
The parking lot was a little crowded getting out of the Vogue parking lot. I looked at the dashboard of my truck and the number 11:50 glared back at me in florescent green. Lunch Hour was beginning. Great. I knew getting out of here was going to be a real challenge.
Feeling a little hungry myself I decided that I was going to stop somewhere on my way to the library. I figured the library's computers had to be microscopically better than my dad's useless Wi-Fi. I scoured the streets looking for something appetizing when it happened.
The big white SUV that had been keeping a little ahead of me in the left lane, swerved my direction trying to avoid an oncoming semi that had been trying to pull into his lane. I tried breaking but it all happened so fast.
I remember beating around in the truck a little. It was pretty sturdy but I wasn't. My whole left side banged into the car door and my head slammed forward into the steering wheel before the airbags finally decided to burst open.
It was quiet for a while. Two minutes to be exact. Then sirens could clearly be heard around the corner, and finally pulling in right next to us; police officers attempting to move traffic around the accident while the EMTS worked on getting us out of the cars and into ambulances. I tried informing them that I was fine and that it was just some scrapes and bruises but they wouldn't budge. Something about maybe having a concussion, and that I had a pretty deep gash on my forehead.
My hand reached up to my forehead before I moved my fingers to eye level looking at the glimmering red substance on my fingers. That was the last thing I remembered before it all went black.
*ASM*
I woke up to loud noises and people crying. It smelled really sterile and I knew straight away that I was in a hospital. A man was working above me, checking my vitals and applying something wet to my forehead. He was a big man. Muscular I mean. I could see definite muscle definition in his arms and chest through his blue scrubs.
His face suddenly came in line with my vision, and I stared at beautiful baby blue eyes, and Clark Kent styled black hair. A smile broke out on his face when I assumed he saw that I was awake. He backed away as I scooted up so I was in a sitting position on the bed. As soon as I had myself adjusted he began talking.
"Hi, I'm Dr. Emmett McCarthy. Call me Dr. Emmett, Dr. McCarthy, Em. Whatever you feel like calling me. Now do you know why you're here? Or who you are?" He grabbed one of the little flashlight pens and started checking my pupils.
"Um. Yes, yes. My name is Isabella Swan. I was hit by a car. A white SUV."
Good, good. He wrote something down on the chart at the end of my bed.
"Now Ms. Swan-"he started.
"Bella. Just Bella." He grinned up at me with that impossibly large smile.
"Okay Bella. You have a few bruises aligning the left side of your body. A minor gash right above your right brow, which we stitched up. Possibly a minor concussion, nothing to alarm you about. Any questions?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me causing me to giggle like a school girl. Where the hell did that come from?
Shaking my head from my inner thoughts, which he took as a sign of no more questions. He turned to leave, brushing the curtain apart so I could see other parts of the large Emergency Room.
"Actually, I do have a question," I called after to him. His Cheshire grin returned.
"And what would that be? Dinner, movie? Maybe both?" He winked, but I could tell he was joking by the gleam in his eyes. He did this often.
"Just wondering when I can leave." I smirked at his fallen smirk. But as soon as it fell, a new one took the old ones place.
"Ah. So we can go out to dinner. You work fast. But I've got shift until eight tonight, maybe we'll meet up then?" He guffawed at his own lame attempt at a fake pick-up. I decided to play along just for entertainment purposes.
"Well I am suffering from a minor concussion and I've lost some blood. Maybe I'm a little delusional. But a shower before I date is always appreciated, you know dried blood in the hair and all." I touched the dry crusty part of my hair as a said this.
"You know. I like you Bella Swan." He smiled at me.
"McCarthy!" a man yelled from the other side of the room.
"What's up Cullen?" He waves this Cullen guy over, and he jogs over.
As soon as I see him, it's like the whole world stops. This man is a freaking God! He was just so- beautiful. There was no other accurate word to describe him. He was tall and lean, but had definite muscle definition. His facial features were strong and angular. His hair was a tousled reddish-brown that could only be described as bronze, the color of a slightly dirty penny. But his eyes. Oh fuck, those eyes. They'd be the death of any woman that gazed upon them. They were a deep emerald green. Those eyes looked through me the second I met them. I could spot flecks of yellow around his pupils. It was magnificent.
"Bella!" Fingers snapped in front of my face. My cheeks blazed in embarrassment. Emmett chuckled at my stunned expression. "Sucked in another one Cullen. You're stealing my mojo." He lightly punched him in the arm. Green Eyes laughed lightly.
"Ha-ha Emmett." He said dryly. "Look you're embarrassing the poor girl." He looked towards me and extended his hand. Much more professionally than Emmett had introduced himself with. "My names Dr. Edward Cullen."
"Nice to meet you." I managed to stutter out like a complete fool. His voice was a deep honey tone. So smooth and- Get it together Swan!
"I'll be right back Bella, I'm just going to get your discharge papers." I nodded as he jogged off. I glanced up at Edward under my lashes.
"So Ms. Swan, Emmett giving you any troubles? I could hear him teasing you from across the room. Want me to kick his ass? Say the word, and I'll be happy to oblige." He chucked before running his long fingers through his luscious locks. Oh god, something is seriously wrong with me.
"Nah. Just some innocent teasing. Nothing to worry about." I could still feel the blush on my cheeks. It felt like I was getting even redder in the face even more than I already was.
"That's unfortunate."
"Excuse me?"
"That I won't be able to kick his ass I mean. He gypped me out of the last Coke in the vending machine, he would have deserved it." He flashed me this panty-dropping smirk that did the job.
A pager went off and he pulled one out of his pocket. He briefly glanced at it and looked back at me.
"Sorry Ms. Swan but duty calls. I hope I won't be seeing you here anytime soon? Keep safe. Bye." He smirked at me once more before jogging off. I yelled a goodbye after him, but I don't know if he heard it.
Not even thirty seconds later Emmett came back with some papers in hand. He put them on a tray by my table to sign. I quickly did everything I needed to and was handed my belongings.
"I hope we'll see each other again Bella!" We waved goodbye before I left the building.
*ASM*
"I can't believe it totaled my car!" I whined into the phone to Angela. "That truck has been through more than I can recall, but one hit by an SUV totals the son of a bitch. Damn it! They don't make the right parts anymore to fix it, so now other than an apartment I have to find a car, and I'm not really sure how much I'm making with Vogue. There's a meeting I'm supposed to attend next week, and-"
"Bella, sweetie, your rambling." Angela said kindly into the phone. She's always been too sweet for her own good. But it was a charming quality that few had.
"I know. I know. I just have a lot on my plate. Charlie will freak when I tell him what happened to the truck." I sighed.
"Don't worry about it Bells. You'll figure everything out. You always do. Now I've got to go, wedding plans have to be made." She giggled excitedly.
"Angela. The wedding isn't until next year." I said like I was speaking to a child.
"Yeah, yeah. It'll take that long to prepare. Now I've got to go bye."
"B-"she hung up before I finished.
I got in a taxi at the hospital, still planning on going to the library before I go back home. I needed my own place ASAP.
As soon as I arrived at the library, I headed towards the bathroom hoping to get out any blood that was on my hair or face. Once that task was done, I headed towards the surprisingly modern computers and started Googling. I was looking through all the available rentals in town, but it was all too steep to cover costs on my own. So I started the search for roommate wanted ads. It was less practical, living with someone else that I didn't know. But gaining new friends was a plus if they weren't psycho murderers.
I finally settled one that didn't seem terrible.
"Roommate wanted. Female, 23, Clean and Well-Organized. Seeking another Female for Western part of Seattle. Rent negotiable." I figured it wouldn't be terrible to look into. Western Seattle was where Vogue was located so it wouldn't be hard to get to my job, probably walking distance, at least until I found a car. I looked for the phone number on the ad and called then number.
It rang for a while, but just as I was beginning to lose all hope somebody answered.
"Hi. I'm responding to your roommate wanted ad? My name is Bella Swan."
"Criminal record, mental disorders, age, and occupation?"
"Um. No. No. 22. And a writer for Vogue magazine?"
"You'll do. Can you meet me at Starbucks in half an hour? 42nd Avenue Southwest." I could tell she was about to hang up so I quickly asked "What's your name?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Rosalie Hale."
Soooo? Still an okay story? 42nd Avenue Southwest is a real place in Seattle and has a Starbucks on it to my best knowledge of being able to work Google Maps. Haha, but anyways please review and thank you for reading! And this is not going to be a love triangle Bella-Edward-Emmett thing. Emmett is just going to be more of a brother figure to Bella than anything. I'll see you next Saturday! That's probably going to be my update day as far as I'm concerned!