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After three exhausting months of back to back concerts, press conferences, interviews and photo shoots, I was finally free. Unfortunately, I was a certified workaholic, and free time left me with absolutely nothing to do. In the span of 6 hours, I had cleaned my apartment, color-coded my wardrobe and watched an entire season of Prison Break. Sundays sucked. Sighing, I flopped down onto the couch glumly, out of options.

"Is it still me that makes you sweat, am I all you think about in bed?"

I nearly jumped up in fright at the sound before remembering that it was my ringtone. I grabbed my phone from it's place on the coffee table in front of me and quickly flipped it open, silencing the voice of he who was Brendon Urie. The phone too, had been as quiet as my work was, unless you counted the calls that I got from Bryan. In fact, this was probably him again, asking whether he could come over for dinner since he knew how much I loathed the paparazzi.

"Hey baby." I said, leaning back to prepare myself for the long phone call I would probably be facing.

"Bella!" A breathless voice trilled in delight, a voice that belonged to a girl and definitely not to my boyfriend. I frowned, took away the phone from my ear and glanced at the caller ID.

ALICE CULLEN.

Oh.

I put the phone back and muttered an embarrassed hi. I hadn't expected to hear from the bouncy stylist that had done me up for my shoot with Pretty, Pretty, the magazine that seemed to be selling out like crazy now. That day seemed like years ago now, and with the bad memory I posessed, I could barely remember it.

"I know this is sudden, but, do you want to go grab dinner tonight? Say at 7.00?" She asked chirpily, and I could almost imagine the grin that she was wearing right now. Her happiness was infectuous even on the phone.

"Uh… wait let me check my-" I started to say schedule, cutting myself off when I remembered that I no longer had anything to actually do or anywhere to actually be. It still felt weird, just lazing around at home doing nothing. Sometimes I wished I had a sister I could call or something, to gossip or talk with. Renee, my mother, had just recently remarried a baseball player named Phil, so I rarely got to see her anymore. As for Charlie, my dad, well... he lived all the way in Forks. They both claimed I was responsible enough to take care of myself, so that's what I did.

"Yeah, dinner sounds great." I finished.

"Great! There's this new Japanese place downtown, you probably know which one I'm talking about. Meet you there okay?" The phone clicked off, and I slid it back shut, brightening immediately at the prospect of getting out with a friend. As a normal girl, pre celebrity status, I hadn't been the loudest of the bunch, or the prettiest. Being the only girl with no tan (at all) in my class back at Arizona, without even the excuse of being an albino… well, it didn't do any justice to my popularity. Add in the fact that I was uncoordinated, or, clumsy- well, I shied away people the way flies were attracted to food. I was the girl you would usually see with a book buried in her hand.

You would think being a celebrity was different, right? You would think that I was constantly surrounded by people all the time. Well, yeah, that was definitely true. I did get surrounded by people all the time, but none who I could actually consider a proper friend. Mostly it was paparazzi, and at premiere events, post parties and clubs, there was always someone asking me to sit with them, so it wasn't a problem.

Still, when it came down to it, my phone was never the one ringing constantly with texts and calls asking me to hang out, or grab dinner/lunch/breakfast. When it came down to it, Bryan was my only real friend. So, my excitement for this dinner shouldn't be all too strange, should it?

I wasted another hour reading Pretty Little Liars, a book I had stumbled upon in a bookshop which had immediately gotten me hooked. Another hour was wasted in the bath, my eyes closed and the sounds of Death Cab unwinding my overthinking mind. Then I threw on my favorite pair of skinny jeans, a Reinvent Love t-shirt, and my rattiest pair of Converse. At my door, I grabbed my black tote and paused to tie my hair up into a high ponytail.

The restaurant was full by the time I arrived. Like, literally no more empty tables kind of full. I could only hope that Alice had made a reservation, or that one of the waiters could distinguish who I was. I preferred the first option better, since they would probably just call the papz on me. That... would of course be bad.

"Cullen, please." I requested, and the waiter nodded, barely taking his eyes off the book that was scribbled with names. Thank God.

"Table 5." He answered in a clipped British accent. I made my way through the crowded restaurant, then finding that Table 5 was one of the more private tables, the one that was concealed behind a curtain. Well, it was certainly nice of her to think of my privacy.

Imagine my surprise when I saw none other but the devastatingly gorgeous Edward Cullen, his legs crossed beneath the Japanese-like seat and the dark circles under his eyes as evident as ever. His hair was disheveled, almost like he had just gotten out of bed, and he looked... worn out, but he was still gorgeous. I coughed, lost at what to do, suddenly aware that I was free of makeup, leaving me well… plain again. And even in this state, plain was the last word that someone would use to describe Edward.

"Bella? Alice told me I was meeting with… never mind." A fleeting look of distress passed his face, replaced by a crooked smile that made my knees want to melt beneath me. No. That would be improper. I had a boyfriend, and I take my last thought back. No other boy should make my knees melt except my boyfriend.

Bryan doesn't make your knees melt. The voice in my head interfered, and if it had a face, I could imagine how smug it would look like right now.

I silenced it, and forced myself to take a step closer. And another. And another. Finally I sat myself down on the pillow opposite him, staring at him expectantly. I knew this was going to be awkward. Situations like these definitely did not do anything to boost up my self confidence.

"So, you're tour's over right?" He questioned, flipping idly through the menu but not looking at it. I could only nod, feeling like an inadequate loser. The words I wanted to say begin bubbling inside me, and I couldn't do a thing about it until it was out.

"I thought I was having dinner with Alice tonight." I blurted out, emphasizing on Alice's name. That girl sure as hell owed me an explanation to this.

"Well, I had thought I was having dinner with a Brazilian supermodel, but we can't all be winners, can we?" I traced a hint of sarcasm in his somewhat condescending voice, but didn't decide to question it. Being a total bitch tonight would be pointless, and maybe I could just fake being sick in the middle of this thing if I thought it was too awkward. So instead of answering him, I skimmed past the menu, pressed the red button for the waitress, and told her my order. The waitress quickly scribbled it down before turning to Edward.

"Nothing for me, thanks." Edward smiled, handing the waitress both our menus. She replied with a smile of her own and turned out of the room.

"What, are you anorexic or something?" I mumbled under my breath. I was positive that it wasn't loud enough for him to hear, but apparently I was wrong.

"I'm just not hungry." He said smoothly.

"Then why did you come to a restaurant? Restaurants are for people who eat." I couldn't keep the exasperation out of my voice, and he glared at me, catching me completely off-guard. He was rather rude to girls, wasn't he?

"Look. I get it, that you don't want to be here. But I was as clueless about it as you were. I only came to escape Alice's constant complaining about how I don't go out enough." He stated, his eyes slowly coming up to meet mine.

I couldn't explain the sudden sensation that I felt, trying too push my world over the edge, but that's how it was when his eyes met mine. Like, I knew that something in my life was going to change. It was odd, because I hadn't felt that way when our eyes had met in the past.

Maybe I was just being completely ridiculous again.

Shaking the sensation away, I diverted my attention to the painting of a water lily that hung behind him. As if on cue, the waitress reappeared holding a large tray, which she set down on the table. I nearly fainted with relief, because I hadn't been able to come up with proper words to reply Edward's statement, and I hated it when people got the last word in, especially in arguments.

I dug into my food, overly grateful for the barrier that was now in between Edward and I. Through bites, I would glance up and every time I did, I saw Edward's eyes still lingering on me intently. That made it rather difficult for me to eat, with his eyes on me like that. Annoyed, I swallowed the second piece of salmon and slammed my chopsticks down.

"Stop staring at me!" I retorted.

"What else do you expect me to do?" He asked, catching my eyes with his again. The words I were about to say suddenly just flew out of my head. This, I was learning, was probably what what people referred to of being 'dazzled' by somebody.

Edward Cullen was dazzling me. How on Earth did that happen?! I didn't want to be dazzled... not by him. Hell, I was getting dazzled by the wrong freaking guy!

"U-uh. I-I don't know. Order your own food or, um, something." I stuttered, again feeling like an idiot.

"Watching you eat is better." He replied steadily, smiling again. I felt a hot heat rise up into my cheeks, a sure sign that my face was now a delightful shade of tomato red.

"Don't say things like that to me." I murmured, though I sounded completely unsure, even to my own years. I had meant the sentence to come out as a warning, but of course my mouth never listened to my mind, did it? No.

This time, he didn't answer, so I looked up at him, bewildered at the expression that had so quickly rearranged the features of his face. The smile he wore was gone, replaced by a forlon look, like he was getting torn apart by what I had said to him. That puzzled me, because why would he be? This… this dinner was just an accident, I was a perfect stranger to him. But then, as I turned my gaze back towards my food, I could swear I heard him whispering something that sounded like "If only you knew."

I guiltily dismissed it as the wind.