I woke up to the shuffling of curtains and bright light. I covered my head with my pillow, and groaned.
"Wake up Bella." Rosalie was in my ear, and I felt my blankets being pulled from my legs, and the heat that was surrounding me, disappeared.
"No. I wanna sleep." Rosalie laughed.
"Well that's too bad. We have to go to work. Hurry up, get dressed." She left the living room, and I watched her go to her bedroom. I got up, groaning, and left to find my room. When I went in, I pulled a red t-shirt out of my closet, then a pair of dark blue jeans. I got dressed quickly, and I looked at the clock, seeing I had another hour till it was time for work to begin. I brushed my teeth, and started my way, to the front door.
I found Rosalie flipping through the channels, looking totally uninterested. When she saw me come she turned off the TV and stood up.
"Let's go." I followed her out the door, and together we went down the hall and to the elevator.
During the elevator ride we discussed what to eat for breakfast.
"I think we should get a donut." I said. Rosalie made a disgusting face.
"No, remember, I'm trying this new diet?" I gave her a confused look.
"I thought you gave up, since your new diet didn't consist of any pizza?" She seemed to have been thinking for a while.
"Well… That may be true, but maybe I should do that whole diet thing again. I mean I lost two pounds that week." I rolled my eyes.
"Can you start that tomorrow? I really want a donut." The elevator ding sang and we stepped out of it.
"Fine. But next week I choose where we eat." I frowned.
We walked to her car, silently. I got in and turned on the radio. Debussy was playing Clair de lune. I squealed in excitement.
"Ugh, you are so obsessed. This is not that good of a song." Rosalie said, getting into the car. We drove to the donut shop, and I readied my purse, since it was my turn to pay.
We drove into the empty parking lot, and found a spot next to a red jeep. Rosalie got out of the car, and looked at the jeep. I got out and stood next to her.
"Nice car." Rosalie gestured to the jeep. I shrugged.
"I guess." We walked into the shop, and I am starving. I run up to Jessica, the cashier, and I tell her a chocolate donut.
"I'll just have a coffee." Rosalie said. Jessica picked a chocolate donut out for me, after she got Rosalie a cup of coffee. She rung us up, and I paid her the money.
"No eating in my car." Rosalie said. I rolled my eyes.
"I know, I know. But if it was my old truck, then I would be able to eat in it all I wanted." I smiled.
"You and that truck were too attached." Rosalie said. We were walking back to the car.
"I was a little too heartbroken when the truck broke down." I said, admittedly.
"Yes, you were. It was pathetic."
"Shut up." I finished my donut, and we were off to work at Target.
*"Okay, out of the blonde, Asian, and the African dude, who is the cutest?" Rosalie asked me. I rolled my eyes, as I stacked clothing onto the racks.
"Rosalie, what did I tell you about how I feel when you rank men?" I said disapprovingly.
"We aren't ranking them, we are comparing them." Rosalie said smartly. She was folding the clothes that were thrown everywhere.
"Okay then, the Asian." I said. "And that's the last group I am comparing." Rosalie laughed.
We finished folding the last pile of clothing and I brushed my hands off, looking for a confused costumer, or one that was looking around for the bathrooms.
"Hey, look over there," Rosalie brushed her hands across my arm to get my attention, and she nodded her head towards a tall man. He was standing over several different bouquets of flowers, rubbing his rough chin, and concentrating extremely hard.
"He's been standing there forever. He needs help." She smiled. She knew I didn't like talking to people. She didn't like it much either.
"Rock, paper, scissors," I said simply. She nodded her head. I stuck out my hand, already knowing what I wanted to do.
"One, two, three…" As my hand showed scissors, I knew I had lost even before she showed rock.
"Yeah, baby!" Rosalie said, slapping her hands together, and doing a short victory dance.
"You know, it's not that bad. I mean this is our job." I said walking toward the confused boy. "We should be used to this."
As I got closer to him, I readied myself to speak.
"Hello sir, can I help you?" He jumped slightly, but he recovered quickly.
"Um, I don't know." I smiled as he ruffled his hands through his hair, clearly nervous. "It's just this girl, and we've been friends forever. I really like her."
"Well, if you want to tell her, which I can easily see that you do, all that matters are the words. The flowers just get you started. If you say you've been friends with her forever, I have a good feeling that you know what she would like." He nodded.
"Thanks. You know, I like you, what's your name?"
"Bella." I said, slightly confused with his sudden spark of attention toward my advise, as others toss it to the ground, and walk away.
"The name's Ben. My friend was helping me, but left to go the bathroom." He said.
"Well, I got to…" He interrupted me with a loud yell.
"Hey Edward! Over here." He smiled at the boy with striking bronze hair, and gestured to me. "He just loves it when I embarrass him in public." He was laughing, and I could just about guess he was being sarcastic. Edward walked over to us, and I noticed he wore a light tint of blush. However that wasn't the only thing I noticed. He was familiar. Beyond familiar. He was the guy I met at the book store. I immediately felt my face get hot. This was going to be interesting.
"Hey, Edward, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Bella." Ben said, putting a faint arm around my shoulders.
"Hi," Edward said, smiling, and I instantly knew he remembered me. That was a good sign, right?
"Hi." I said, matching his tone. Ben looked at Edward, then at me, and back at Edward with a confused look.
"Am I missing something here? Do you two know each other?" My cheeks burned with no explanation, and Edward smiled at me, then at Ben.
"We met at the bookstore." Edward said simply.
"Oh," Ben stretched this word out, as if signaling that he understood what Edward was talking about. Did this mysterious Edward talk about our short encounter? Awkwardness settled in the air, and I saw Rosalie come up from behind me.
"Is everyone doing okay here?" She was feigning worrisome, but I saw right through her. However, I couldn't blame her for being interested. Here we were, in the middle of Target making a scene, and Rosalie had just now come into the situation. I was surprised she made it this long.
"We were just talking." Ben said, slightly intimidated by her. Rosalie enjoyed this, but didn't show it.
"Oh okay, but I'm going to have to fire her and kick you two out of the store if you don't disperse." Ben and Edward looked at each other than at Rosalie. They were clearly confused. I scowled at Rosalie, and turned to the guys.
"She's just kidding." I said, slightly embarrassed. "She's my best friend Rosalie."
"Hey." They both lifted their hands in attempt to wave, but they gave up, realizing there was no point.
"I'm Ben. This is Edward." Rosalie nodded, studying the two.
"Okay, I am not trying to sound pushy, but, if you guy's really want to talk, I could set this group up, and you can go to this really fancy restaurant. Do you know any other girl you could bring?" Rosalie asked the boy's. Ben smiled, looked at the flowers, and nodded his head as he glanced back up at us.
"I think I do."
"Perfect." After a few minutes of saying goodbye, and Rosalie making absolute sure she got both of the guy's numbers, I grabbed Rosalie by the arm, and glared.
"What was that about?" I asked, looking up at her tall frame. She smiled and she gave a weird laugh that involved her breathing out of her nose.
"That was how you set a date." She said, smirking. "Something you have no idea how to do." I frowned at her total rightness. "Anyways, I could totally see that you guy's would never go out. I was going to go with you, but, you don't need someone there to hold your hand."
"Yes I do." She giggled abruptly, and I frowned.
"Bella, be a big girl." I crossed my arms, and pouted. She smiled.
"Rose, remember that guy from the library?" I asked her.
"From last night?" She asked, confused.
"Yeah."
"What about him?" She looked at me interested.
"That guy—the one with reddish brown hair—that was him." Her eyes widened, and she lifted her hands into the air, and stared at the ceiling.
"It's fate, Bella." She looked back at me, and I couldn't help but explode with giggles.
"Get back to work, Rosalie."