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A/N: So I've had this is my head for a little bit. I'm not sure where it's going to go, so just bear with me! Please tell me if you like or if you don't, what you like about it or what you don't. Thank you very much, and I hope you enjoy it ! Oh, and I know this chapter is short. They should get longer, but we'll see.

Chapter 1- Sitting and Waiting

I sat there. Just sitting, and waiting... and waiting... and waiting a little bit more. I never knew what I was waiting for exactly. It could have been anything really. I just wanted it to be something. Something was always better then nothing, right?

Most people thought I was probably crazy. I would sit there, just sitting, and nothing else. Sometimes I would read, other times I would work on school work, but most of the time, I stared off into space. To most people, it probably looked as if I was deep in thought. The truth, though, was that I was trying to keep myself numb. I wanted to feel numb. I wanted to be numb. Numbness was good, because, then, you couldn't get hurt. Being hurt was probably my biggest fear. I couldn't let anyone get too close, just for the fear of getting hurt.

A big bang brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see a beautiful man coming inside of the small coffee shop. He was tall and muscular, but not in that "I spend every waking hour in the gym" way. His hair was unexplainable. There was no exact color. It was brown, with hints of red in it, all somehow put together. Sensing someone was watching him, he looked up, and stared right back at me. I gasped in shock. His eyes were the greenest of green I had ever seen.

He stopped. He stopped right there in the middle of the store. He stared at me, in fascination. People, now, were starting to notice him. Seeing as he was in everyone's way, people were getting annoyed. One man finally shoved him out of the way, and rudely said, "excuse me." That broke him out of his reverie. Then, he went back to his business.

I, of course, new who he was. I had just never realized how gorgeous this man truly was, before. This man was, the one and only, Edward Cullen.

Edward Cullen. No one here would probably recognize him. Only if you were like me. If you were from the east coast, was a New England Patriots fan, or read last month's People's Sexiest Single Men Alive, then you would have known.

I was still sitting there staring into space. Inside, though, I was freaking out. I mean it was Edward Cullen, for God's sake. But I didn't freak out. I sat there, acting placid and calm. There was no reason to get excited. I mean, cool. I got to see the New England Patriots quarterback up and close. So what? I needed to stay numb. Don't think about it, don't think about it, I kept telling myself.

During the conversation with myself, I hadn't realized that the person I was currently obsessing over had sat down next to me.

"Hi, do we know each other?"

I gave a startled gasp, and looked up into those green eyes. I couldn't say anything. I was speechless.

"I'm sorry. I know this is weird, but I feel like I know you from somewhere. I just can't exactly place it..." Edward Cullen said.

"Um, what? Wait, yes. No, I mean no. Wait, hold on, hold on, let me try this again." I was mortified. Smooth Bella, I thought. He probably thought I was some stupid person, who couldn't speak correctly. "No, I do not think we have ever met." I made sure to speak very articulately.

"Really? Are you sure? What's you name?" He had an amused look on his face. No doubt he was laughing on the inside about my previous attempt at talking.

"Isabella, but I go by Bella." I replied.

"Well Isabella-" hadn't I just told him I go by Bella? "-I've never met an Isabella before, so I don't think we know each other."

I could have told him that. "Um..." was my genius response.

"Oh I'm sorry. How rude of me. I should introduce myself. I'm Edward C-"

"Cullen. I know who you are." Right once I said it, I regretted it immediately. Now he was going to think I was some crazy stalker chick.

"Oh, I didn't think you would know who I was."

There was an awkward silence. Then, "Why is that so shocking?" I asked.

"Well you just don't seem like the kind of girl who watches football."

"Oh, uh, well I don't." I lied. "I read it. Somewhere. Somewhere in a magazine." I was done sounding so dumb. "I should go. It was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, you too." I heard him say, but I was already gone.

It was later in the day when I realized that I hadn't had to think about feeling numb for our whole five minutes conversation. I hadn't been happy, but I hadn't been in pain. That had to be saying something, right?