Hey chillins. So I have to apologize for my late update. My computer loves me so much that it decided to crash on me while I was scanning it for that lovely Conficker virus (such a smart name, huh?!) I ended up not even having the damn virus, but I had limited disk space. When I rebooted my computer I found all of my files were GONE. Yes, GONE. Can you say emotional day! All of my writings, pictures, and music were all lost. I'm going to take it to a special place and see if they can get all my stuff back, but my hopes are kinda crushed right now. So I'm sorry, and I'll have another chapter up tonight if not tomorrow. We have a huge snowstorm coming in once again and I won't be able to leave my house! Haha. I hope you enjoy.
This hurts to admit but.....I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT.
Ouch.
EPOV
I woke up extra early today incredibly excited about my trip with Bella today. She bugged me about the secret location, but as many times as she pinched and nagged me about it, I would by no means disclose any information. I wanted this trip to be special. Not just some scenic adventure, but a serious time with just her and I. She had too much to catch up on at work, so I had to postpone it for a few weeks. Either way, we spent just as much time together. Every now and then she would call me at unexpected times just to see how I'm doing. We would spend hours on the phone, talking late into the night. Each time Bella will fall asleep on the other line. I don't hang up though- I like to listen to her breathing. It calms me.
I shook the image of Bella peacefully resting in my arms and stepped into a hot shower. I cooked a fast breakfast and threw on some clothes. I packed an elaborate lunch for us in my backpack. If the weather had any mercy, it would let up on the rain and let us have a picnic. Although the chances were slim, I threw in some grapes and sandwiches. I threw on my grey overcoat and headed out into the misty atmosphere. I jammed my hands into my pockets and glared up at the dark sky.
"You better not mess this up!" I muttered to the rain gods and continued on my way.
I drove the short distance to my work and pulled into a parking space out back. I grabbed the book I bought for Bella and jogged into the building. Inside I greeted Jill and poured myself a fresh cup of house coffee. I welcomed the warmth of the beverage and took a moment to relax. My excitement was getting the better of me.
"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Jill commented as she passed by me on her way to a table of businessmen.
I laughed and took a seat by the window. I sat sipping my coffee for a fair amount of time before I pulled out the novel I bought for Bella. It was a collection of poems by Robert Frost-a poet she had mentioned before while on one of her literature rants. I was so lost in his works that I hadn't even noticed that almost two hours had passed. I glanced at the clock and almost had a heart attack. I took a deep breath and figured Bella was just running late by finishing some things up at the office. I shrugged it off and chose to help Jill out with the now packed café. I scanned the tiny room and saw her trying to handle a table of eight teenage girls. Poor thing looked so stressed. In a frustrated huff, she stormed away from the table and retreated to the back room. I followed her chuckling at her apparent annoyance.
"These stupid girls!" she complained to me once she saw me enter the room. "Each hair-sprayed, coach bag lugging, pop culture obsessed girl has a specialized drink order. Three pump this, soy that. Do they think this is that stupid franchise we all know and hate Starbucks? Or better known as FOURbucks?" Her exasperated complaints got the best of me and I let a booming laugh escape my lips. Jill looked up at me with scorching eyes. She was fuming. Trying to make things better, I offered to take the table for her.
"Oh, please do!" She spat at me. "At least you'll shut them the hell up! They will be too occupied swooning to notice if their non-fat latte order is accidentally messed up." She walked out the back door laughing hysterically. Sometimes I wonder if she's mentally stable….
I headed back out to the front of the café and walked over to the table from hell. About a foot from the table I was engulfed by a mixture of fruity perfume; probably sponsored by some tabloid bimbo what can't keep her clothes on. I threw on a smile and greeted the girls. Glancing around the table I was bombarded by eight pairs of clumpy batting black eyelashes. It was as if each one had a huge hair in their eyes and couldn't help but blink continuously to remove it.
Once I recorded all of the complicated orders, I rushed back to the counter in search of clean air. Jill pointed at the table and I saw them whispering, pointing at me and giggling. She gagged and walked away quickly before I could throw my pad of paper at her. The girls kept me so busy that when I looked at the clock I was shocked. Another hour had passed and still no Bella.
The worry really began to set in after another half hour flew by. I know that Bella wouldn't blow me off for just anything. Only something incredibly important would cause her to be a no show- unless something else happened. Not something important, but something incredibly..bad….
This is a short chapter, I know. But this next one should be much...much longer. PLEASE REVIEW. A happy writer is a writer who gets reviews. Mmk? Plus it really helps to get some real feedback. It motivates me. You all should know this feeling!!! I love y'all!
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