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Two weeks. Two weeks since the job fair. Two weeks since I first saw Edward Cullen. And two weeks that I've had nothing but Edward Cullen in my head.

After he said that he was going to his car, he never came back. Dr. Black had said there was a personal issue that came up that Edward had to tend to. The self-conscious part of me wondered if Edward really had to "tend to a personal issue" or if he hated me enough that he was just looking for an easy escape. That thought hurt far worse than I'd like to admit.

Edward was gorgeous, to say the least, and I was, well, Me. I'm an extremely bland person. Always have been. Brown eyes, brown hair, blindingly pale skin, and fairly petite frame. Growing up I had always wished that I'd been born with red hair or green eyes or even a few freckles. As long as it was something defining. That's all I ever wished for as a child, not a pony or a Barbie Dream House. Nope. I was the weird little girl who would sit on Santa's lap and tell him that I wanted freckles.

So, I can completely see why Edward wouldn't want to be around me. He probably had a beautiful girlfriend at home, anyway. So, as I sat there in an overcrowded coffee shop, I was going to try my hardest to forget about Edward Cullen.

As I made the decision to move on, the bell on the door chimed, causing me to look up, effectively knocking the breath out of me. There, standing in line looking at the menu, was none other than Edward Cullen. I froze. I had absolutely no clue what to do. Several things ran through my mind all at once.

Should I go up to him?

Should I let him come to me?

What if he doesn't see me? Or worse, what if he doesn't remember me?

Are you kidding me, Bella?! Of course he's going to remember you.

Jeez. Get it together, woman!

I sighed, tired of the internal war I was having with myself.

I should just go up to him.

I looked around surveying how many tables were still vacant.

If I get up I will more than likely loose my booth…

Are you serious?! Edward Cullen, the man who has plagued your dreams for two freakin' weeks is standing right in front of you and you're worried about loosing your seat? Move your ass and go to him, woman!

And so, I slid out of the booth and made my way through the crowded room, feeling a bit claustrophobic. The butterflies in my stomach mixed with all the body heat was enough to make me want to puke.

Oh that would be a turn on, Bella. Just puke on the poor guys shoes.

I nearly growled at myself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my sickening nerves. Of course, somewhere the Gods hate me and my toe caught on what was probably someone else's shoe. I realized this as I opened my eyes and tried to catch myself on something, but it was no use and I went tumbling, my leg twisting at an unnatural angle under me. I heard the sickening crunch that came from my ankle and someone's sharp cry, before everything went black.

When I regained consciousness a cool hand was gently probing my ankle. I tried to sit up, but hissed as the movement caused the fingers that were touching my ankle to apply even more pressure.

"Oh! I'm so sorry Bella! Are you okay?" A velvet voice was almost shrill with panic and I ached to make it calm down. I moaned as the voice grew more worried and I realized I hadn't answered it.

"My left ankle hurts like a bitch." I ground out as the probing continued. I opened my eyes and watched as Edward sat on the end of a bed with my foot cradled in his large hands and chuckled at my expletives. I pried my eyes away from Edward and looked around. I found that I was in a hospital room, the fluorescent lights hurting my eyes and the sterile smell burning my nose.

"You're in the ER, by the way. I saw you fall in Starbucks, and I'm pretty sure everyone heard the crunch that came with it. That was a pretty nasty fall Bella. I called Carlisle and he said to bring you in."

I looked at him in confusion. "Carlisle?" I asked, not recognizing the name.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't tell you, my father is Carlisle Cullen. He's a Trauma doctor here."

"Oh." I said lamely, not being able to think of anything else. Frowning at my clumsiness and its way to make an appearance at all the wrong times, I turned away and looked at the opposite wall.

"Bella, are you angry I brought you in? I'm sorry. I probably should have gotten your permission first."

I looked back at him. "Oh. No! I'm extremely thankful. You didn't need to ask."

He looked relieved.

"Um, I was actually coming to talk to you in the coffee shop. I guess I really got your attention, huh?" I joked dryly.

"You were coming to talk to me?" He ignored my poor attempt at humor.

"Yeah. I saw you come in and was kinda worried that you wouldn't remember me."

Edward broke out into a boisterous laughter. I stared at him, wondering what I was missing that was so funny.

He looked up and saw my surprised face. "Bella, you're kinda hard to forget." He said, not looking into my eyes. I noted that his cheeks were tinted pink.

My own cheeks flushed and I was about to say something when the door opened, revealing an elderly man in a lab coat.

"Miss Swan," He read from the clipboard he was holding, "I'm Stan and I'm gonna be taking you for your X-rays." He told me with a slight southern accent.

"Alright. Are we coming right back?" I asked, not wanting to leave Edward just yet.

"Yes ma'am. We'll take you down to the lab and the X-rays will only take about five minutes and we'll bring ya right back."

"Ok."

Edward helped me limp over to the wheelchair Stan had brought and Edward told me he would wait for me in the waiting room because he had to make a call.

The X-rays were an easy affair and when I returned, Edward was waiting for me right where he said he would be. We waited for the results and I wasn't surprised to learn I had a broken ankle. They put a cast on and when asked if I had a specific preference on the color, I immediately looked at Edward and told the doctor Green. I blushed ten new shades of red. The doctor explained what I should and shouldn't be doing and gave me instructions on caring for my ankle for the next six weeks. When everything was settled, they told me I could go home. I realized I didn't have my truck and Edward must have noticed my problem.

"Bella, do you trust me with your truck?"

I laughed. "Um, Edward? Have you seen my vehicle? I don't think I have to worry about anything happening to my truck so, yes. I trust you with my truck." Then a thought occurred to me. "Wait, how did you know I have a truck?"

" I saw it parked by your classroom door the day of the Fair and you have a picture of you and a man on the dashboard."

I smiled. "Oh. Yeah. I was late that morning. That's my father and I when he took me fishing." I said as an afterthought.

"Ah. Well, do you mind if I drive you home, and go back to pick up your truck?"

"No, of course not, but how will you get back without leaving your car?"

"I'm going to call a friend that lives right down the road from that coffee shop."

I grinned at him. "Thank you."

Edward drove me home and waited until I was in my apartment to drive away. I waited for him to bring my truck back and just as I was getting worried that something had happened, there was a knock on my door.

I looked through the peephole and saw Edward holding my keys in the air smiling at me. I unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face to face once again.

"Hi." I greeted.

"Hello again." He chuckled, handing me my keys.

"Would you like to come in? Have coffee or something to drink?" I offered.

"No, I actually have to go, but thank you. Um, Bella?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

I am sorry for not updating in so long. I went on vacation and then had trouble with our internet, so I'm sorry. Again.

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