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Lucky Coincidence- Chapter 5- Why me

I felt a tear fall down my cheek as the realization hit me. I had officially lost Edward. He was going to get married. And there was no way he would go out with me … that would be cheating not just on a girlfriend, but his fiancé.

I picked up my big, cheap, non-designer purse, that I loved because I could hold any papers I wanted to bring home from work, and the book I was reading in it, a water bottle, and anything else I need. I started towards the door. I walked slowly in my depression and through my teary eyes. I pulled my purse open as I walked to the door and rummaged around until my hand came in contact with the keys for the store. I walked out the door and heard the more than annoying little bell. I pushed the door shut behind me, and pulled the right key out from the other 6 keys on the ring. I put the key in the slot, turned it, and pulled it out, then pulling on the door handle to make sure it was locked. It was.

I then walked, again slowly, to my trusty truck, pulling out the car key from my purse, and then put it in the slot for the key on the door. I turned it, to unlock it, and then pulled out the key. I pulled the door handle out and then pushed the door open. I stepped in, tossed my purse into the passenger seat, and pulled my door shut, slamming it, for that was the only way to be sure it was closed. I shoved my grief aside, not wanting to be distracted by it, and to not get in an accident and push my bad luck even farther. I looked both ways and then reversed out of my parking spot, and then drove to the exit. I turned out of the parking lot and drove home, to my small apartment.

I drove through the parking lot towards my parking spot and I noticed a silver Volvo with its lights still on inside sitting there. It must be Edward's, him and Tanya, shudder, must have come back after she said yes, to … well … I just can't think the word … but I think you know what I mean. I shuddered again. I moved on to get to my parking spot.

I pulled into my spot, and jammed the truck in park. I grabbed my purse and pushed the door open. I hopped out of my seat and walked, now quickly to the entrance of the building. I was anxious to get to my apartment and get into my pajamas, then crash on my couch and watch my favorite shows. Oh and I hope we have some ice cream, chocolate preferably.

I walked into my building and down the hall of the few ground floor apartments. Mine was the last in the hallway. I stopped in front of my door and pulled yet another key ring out of my purse, I picked the right key, and I stuck this one in the dead bolt and turned it hearing it click unlocked. I then continued to pull it out of the slot and then picked out the key for the doorknob. I shoved that one in the hole and turned it till the door knob turned. I grabbed the knob with my other hand to keep the doorknob open, and then shoved with my shoulder to open the door. I stepped into my now dark apartment and then pulled the key out of the door.

I again shoved the door shut with my shoulder and turned the two locks and slid the chain into its slot. I turned away from the door, and saw my small, dark, lonely apartment. And again the grief hit me. I broke out in tears now that I was home; I leant against the door, and slowly started to sink down to the floor. I tossed my purse aside, and curled my knees to my chest. I rested my head to my knees and started to sob, shaking with them. My damn luck. Why does it have to suck so horribly! The only man. I have looked at in ages. Is now getting married soon.

F my life. I should post my problem on that website fmylife . com. I can't believe I actually have a story to put on there. I never thought that my life could actually be that terrible like the others that posted on there. I think I will have to get an account on there and start posting.

I sat on the floor leaning against the door with the lights off for a while. Just sitting there, crying, wondering why I have such an unlucky life. I only got up when I heard the grandfather clock in the hallway strike eight, and then I ran to the TV like a mad man so I wouldn't miss House. I sat and watched the first segment, fighting to pay attention to it, until the commercial and then moved from my droopy perch on the couch.

I quickly walked to my bedroom, and to where my pajamas were lying on the floor where I left them. I picked up my gold and emerald green striped pajama bottoms. This made me sad; the green color on them was very close to the color of Edward's eyes. Damn. I am just really damned for hell. I took off my shoes and then slipped off my pants quickly; I grabbed my pajama pants and shoved my feet through them trying not to look at the green. I unbuttoned my shirt and put it in the hamper, and then I took off my bra and put it on my dresser. I picked the t-shirt I was using for sleeping in off the floor and pulled it over my head.

I quickly walked out of my room and then walked into the kitchen as fast as I could without tripping, House would be back on soon. I walked to the freezer and opened it up, seeing a carton of Rocky Road sitting in it. I grabbed the carton; it was cold against my hand, it made my shiver. I set it down on the counter shutting the freezer door and then opened the drawer next to it and grabbed a spoon. I picked up the ice cream and walked back into the TV room. I sat down, on my comfy couch and leaned back, crossing my legs in front of me. I pulled the lid off the ice cream and set it on the little table next to the couch. I started to dig in just as House came back from commercial.

Ice cream always helped me drown out my sorrows. Except this time, it didn't really help. I was deeply hurt, and even chocolate rocky road ice cream wouldn't help. Ice cream even helped when I had been hurt by Mike, so this must have been much worse. And it was. I wasn't a high schooler anymore. My emotions weren't as out of control, and so when they went this haywire I knew it was something. I was a college graduate. And I wanted to start to settle down. I was also a huge romantic, so this love at first sight really got me. And Edward was just so intriguing, and nice. And he was a pianist! Who would think that a man as beautiful, handsome… muscle toned, as him would be so old-fashioned and not the football jock stereotype. And he was just different then most guys, I could tell from the little I have talked to him and from what I saw in his pictures, he loved his family, they were the world to him, and most guys wouldn't think that. And he just seemed so passionate, and driven, and caring, and just perfect. And he was such a good kisser. That kiss…. Man…that was a good kiss. But I shouldn't think of it. He is getting married! I can't think of a married man like that! It's sick! Wrong! Nasty!

Then why can't I stop thinking about it. The feel of his lips on mine; they molded together perfectly. His lips were soft and gentle and kind. It was one great kiss.

NO! NO! NO! You are thinking about it again! Stop! Stop! Stop! You have to stop! I mentally slapped myself for thinking about it.

I brought my attention to House in front of me. What was happening? I hadn't been paying attention. Damn. I will have to ask Angela tomorrow. She is just obsessed as I usually am.

I waited until the next commercial and then I placed the ice cream, and my spoon on the table next to the couch, got up and walked into my bedroom and to my desk. I picked up my Dell laptop and unplugged the charger from it. I walked back out to the living room and sat back down on the couch. Setting my laptop on my legs, I opened it up and pressed the power button. I heard the little tune as it turned on and the screen lit up. I clicked on the internet explorer icon and my homepage popped up on the screen. It was my email website, AOL. I clicked the mail icon on the website and waited until my mail loaded. I had five new messages. Four of the messages were from fanfiction, notifying me of four of my favorite stories being updated, 'Back to Forks' and 'Lucky Coincidence' by Twilightlvrfreak; and 'Guilty Pleasure' and 'Emmett's Virtual World' by youtwocanrideyourbikes. I would normally have been very very excited about the new chapters on my favorite stories that were all amazing; but tonight in my inner turmoil I really wasn't that excited. The last message was spam.

Now that just shows how pathetic I am. All day I get five messages. Four from fanfiction and then one was garbage. I didn't get anything from my friends or family. Not even any forwards. That is just great. My life is so pathetic.

I clicked the tab button to get a new page. I clicked the URL box and typed in the website for fmylife. I looked through the tabs, until I found the 'submit your FML' one. I clicked on it. It asked me to make an account, so I did. I made my screen name be 'Patheticatlifegirl', it fits me perfectly. I entered in my email and then proceded to the box where it says submit you FML. It had to start with Today, and end with FML and including that it had to be 300 characters.

I thought of what I wanted to enter in first and starting typing.

Today, I saw this insanely hot guy at the gym. As I was staring he ended up walking by me. And I was frozen. I ended up falling off the treadmill I was walking on right in front of him. I saw him laughing as he walked away. FML

I pressed submit. It went back to the submit box. This was easy. I started typing again.

Today, I almost creamed someone's Silver Volvo with my sturdy truck. I later found out this superly hot guy I fell for coincidently lives in my apartment complex and drives a silver Volvo. FML

I pressed submit again. And again it went back to the submit box. And again I started typing.

Today, I found out that the first man I have looked at in that way since I was in high school, who also is whom I have fallen for. Hard. Is getting engaged tonight. By the way I am 23 and out of college. FML.

I yet again pressed submit. And then continued to type.

Today, This really hot guy I had really fallen for kissed me. It was the best kiss I had ever had. I then realized he had already told me he was getting engaged tonight. FML.

I clicked submit. I then typed one last FML.

Today, I realized how pathetic my life is. I had five messages in my inbox, all from websites. I then posted four FMLs on how terrible my day has been. And I did this after eating ice cream out of the carton curled up on my couch. I did all of these things while watching House. FML

I pressed submit one last time and then closed the tab. I sighed and then shut the computer, wanting to wallow more. And eat more ice cream.

I placed the computer next to me on the couch, and picked up the Rocky Road. I took a big spoon full and started to lick off of it. I tried to pay attention, but it deigned impossible. I just really couldn't keep my mind off Edward.

***

I followed my regular schedule for the next three days. It was all the same as Monday would have been if I hadn't met Edward, except I was switching to lifting weights every other day. I hadn't seen Edward since Monday; since the fated day. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about that. My heart was sad; aching to see him again. But my head knew it was a good thing; because I knew I couldn't keep shoving my feelings aside if I saw him. I hadn't yet succeeded in shoving him totally from my mind.

In the moments that I wasn't forcing myself to be busy, my mind would stray to that restricted section. Angela had asked about that the first day after I had met him. That is what I have decided to call him, calling him by his name seemed too personal and not helping my losing cause. Angela had questioned me about my evening, what I did, knowing I would have moped. I ended up telling her all about what happened the day before.

***Flashback***

"So what did you do last night?" Angela asked me hesitantly, not wanting to bring up a taboo subject.

"Well last night I watched House and Greys Anatomy while eating Rocky Road out of the carton. But you are going to have to tell me what happened because I couldn't pay attention." There was no point lying to Angela. I was a terrible liar and she would be able to see right through them.

"Ok. I will tell you what happened in the show later. But, why were you so distracted so that you couldn't pay attention to your favorite shows?"

"You know perfectly well why I would be distracted. It was because of him." I said uncomfortably, but I could only whisper the next part. "Because of Edward. And because he kissed me."

"What?! You have kept that secret this whole time! What happened!? Start from the beginning."

"You have to understand it wasn't how you think it is… But it started when you left. The wind blew all the receipts onto the floor. And as I kneeled down to pick them all up I found his wallet on the floor in front of the register. I called him and told him I had his wallet. I found out that he was going to come to pick it up on his way to pick up Tanya for their dinner at seven and his proposal. He came at six… We both talked for a little while about ourselves and then he said he didn't know how to thank me… And we both said a few things. I said some very off base things for myself. And then he kissed me… It wasn't a peck on the lips either. It was a lingering lips kiss, and oh Angela it was amazing. I felt like my lips were on fire. But he broke the kiss and then left to go pick up his now fiancé." I spat out the last part, I hated that word. Fiance. Yuck.

"Wait he kissed you like that and then just left to get engaged to someone else?!"

"Yes …"

"Well. That ass."

"Yeah …"

***End of flashback***

Angela was nice about it. She didn't pry for more details like I knew she wouldn't. I stayed to myself for the next few days. I was still depressed. I didn't feel like talking. I let Angela take all the customers in the day, and just stayed holed up in my office. I would hang around the gym longer and longer every day, for my heart, that wanted to see him and was hoping he would come later. He never did.

I finally was just going to give up and just go back to living my normal life as best as I could. Thursday would be my last day of hope.

***

I got to the gym, and proceeded in my normal routine. It was a Thursday so I walked over to the weight station after locking up my backpack and purse. I sat down on one of the benches and picked up a ten pound weight. I started to do arm curls with my left arm. After a couple curls it started to hurt a little but that all helped me distract myself. I also stared at the pattern on the floor, just keeping my eyes trained on it. Keeping my mind from straying to him and how he looked doing the same thing I was.

That was when I saw two expensive looking tennis shoes half covered with some grey sweat pants step up right in front of me. "I didn't think you were the type to lift." The heavenly and horribly familiar velvet voice filled my head, and my eyes snapped up to him to Edward, to his beautiful face, gorgeous eyes and tousled bronze hair. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat as my arm fell down limp next to me.

"OW! SHIT!" His face crumpled in pain as he pulled his right off the ground, hopping around on his left.

I looked down to the floor to see my weight on the ground. Where his foot had just been.

"Oh My God! I am so sorry!" I jumped up from the bench, "Here sit down."

I put my hand under his elbow for him to lean on a little. He sat down still not putting any weight on his foot. He kicked it out so his knee was straight out in front of him.

"Oh my gosh. Are you alright? I am so sooo sorry!"

He blew out a breath of air loudly, between clenched teeth; his voice was a little strained, "Yeah, it's just throbbing. A lot. How heavy was that weight?"

"Ten pounds."

"Damn. That's heavy for a girl. Nice. But that would explain why it hurt so bad."

"I'll go get you some ice. Just stay right here. I'm so sorry. Maybe try taking your shoe off. So the ice can help.

I ran over to the front desk, where the friendly receptionist was. She must have noticed the frenzied look on my face as she told the person on the phone to hold for a moment.

"I need some ice in a plastic bag! I just dropped a weight on a man's foot!"

"Oh jeez. Bella. Really?" She said setting the phone down on her desk and hurrying over to the little mini fridge and freezer. She grabbed the few ice trays out of it and then grabbed a large plastic bag from a little table next to it.

"Yes." She shook her head chuckling at my clumsiness. She popped the ice from the trays into the bag and handed it to me.

"Here ya go. Be more careful next time Bella." She chuckled.

I rushed back over to Edward's side, grabbing a towel on the way. He had taken off his shoe, and his sock, showing his bright red foot and toes.

"Here, I got some ice. You are going to want to put the towel down first though, or else the ice will be too cold. Trust me; I do these kinds of things all the time." I started to hand it to him, "Oh wait, it's best to have it crushed first." I moved to the empty side of the bench and started to bang the bag of ice on the bench.

He chuckled, a little brokenly.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor … that looks like it really hurts." I said as I crushed the ice.

"Nah, I'm fine. Really. Watch."

He pushed himself off the bench, to stand up. He was leaning on his left foot, as he pulled his right back, into a standing position. He started to lean onto his right. And his eyes squinted up, and he hissed through his clamped teeth, his lips pulling back in a grimace. And he fell back onto the bench next to me.

"Ok. Maybe I am not fine. But I am not going to the doctors." He said as I handed him the bag of now crushed ice, and the towel. He placed the towel over his foot, and then slowly and tenderly placed the bag of ice on his foot, hissing a little from the sudden coldness on his now hot from the pain foot.

"C'mon really. I probably really hurt your foot. Ten pounds falling on it, it's probably broken. I'll drive you to the emergency room, before I go to work."

"No no. I can't put you out like that. My foot, it's my fault. I stepped too close to the bad luck lady. I was sure to get sucked in. I can drive myself home."

"Oh no you are not. That foot is in no place to be driving. I will drive you. I did that to your foot. It's my fault, all my fault. And I am the manager of the jewelry store, I can get there anytime. Angela will be fine on her own for a while."

"No I can no-."

"No." I interrupted him. I may want to stay away from him. I probably should. But this is just common courtesy and I might as well play to my heart's desire at this point anyway. "I will drive you and that is final. Now c'mon I will help you limp to my car."

He sighed, "Fine." I stood up ready to help him up. He picked up the ice and towel off his foot. "Let me just put my sock on it first. He pulled his sock out of his shoe and tenderly and slowly pulled it on, grimacing from the pain of it. He then proceeded to pick up his shoe and the bag of ice and towel in his left hand. I held out my right hand to help pull him up and he put his hand in mine, and I felt my whole arm tingling. He heaved himself up from the bench.

"Here, put your arm over my shoulder." I pulled the arm I had been holding up, and ducked my head under it so his arm was over my shoulder. "And walk on you heel. That will help. And you are going to have to lean on me." He gave me an uneasy look, no doubt not wanting to lean on me, a girl, while he is a guy. I changed my voice to more demanding than soft, trying to put my point across that I was not going to accept no as an answer, "It's no problem. Really. You are to lean on me, keep most of your weight on your left foot, and only walk on the heel of your right."

"Ok. Fine." The pain in his right foot, and the tone in my voice must have overpowered his want to be gentlemanly.

We made our way slowly through the gym, Edward tossing the towel he had on his foot in the bin. The receptionist ran over to hold the door for us as we got to it. Edward limped badly, all the way to the car. I got all the way to my truck when I realized I didn't have my keys, for they were in my purse, in the locker, in the gym.

"Damn. I forgot about my purse and backpack in the gym. Are you ok to just lean on my truck for a minute while I go to get it?" I asked, my brow scrunching in worry for his pain.

"Yeah, I will just lean up against the truck, I will be fine, you go get your stuff. I don't have to put any weight on my foot while leaning. And I would like to call my father at the emergency room anyway, that way we can get in right away and be sure to get him."

"Ok. I will be right back!"

I helped him hop into his leaning position on my truck, and then I quickly jogged back into the gym. Thank god my clumsiness didn't choose now to kick in. I went right into the locker room, and straight to my locker. I quickly unlocked the locker – 20 48 12 –, grabbed my purse and my backpack, pulling the lock off the door, and dropped it into my backpack. I tightened the strings and quickly walked back to my truck outside, digging around and finding my keys in my purse.

I finally got to the truck, seeing Edward leaning against the side of my truck grinning crookedly. I grinned back a little.

"Hey, just let me unlock this door and I will help you into the seat. Okay?"

"That sounds great! I talked to Carlisle; he will be waiting for us at the emergency room."

"Ok good!" I finally got the passenger door open. I walked around it. I stopped in front of him like a soldier snapping my feet together. I held out my hand to help pull him into a standing position. He leant heavily on his left foot. I walked around to his side and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We started our slow walk around the car door.

"Why thank you, kind lady." He imitated a southern accent, pretty badly, ok it was horrible. I cracked up laughing at his terrible accent. "What?!"

"Your … accent … was … TERRIBLE!" I gasped between laughs. "That was the worst southern accent I have ever heard!"

"What?! No!" He feigned his shock and surprise, but I could tell his resolve was dissolving and soon he joined in with the laughing with me, "Ok. So it was terrible. Really terrible."

"Yes, it was." And once I had gained enough composure I said, "Now, with my experience I would say that you should slide into the seat butt first then lift your legs into the car." I slid out from underneath his arm, letting the car door and frame support him. He hopped around on his one foot, turning himself around before sitting down, sliding back, and then swinging his legs in. I made sure his legs were fully in the truck before slamming his door shut on him. He smiled at me, and I grinned back. I quickly walked around to the driver's side, pulling my keys out once again, but before I could, Edward had leaned over and pulled up the lock. I yanked the door open, as he leaned back in place.

"Thanks."

"Least I could do for my ambulance driver."

I laughed, "Ambulance driver? More like the guilty of inflicting bodily harm."

He chuckled, "Nah. That's just your luck. Your terrible terrible luck. I was just in the path of it. You didn't mean it. And it's not like I'm pressing charges, so there is no need to title you other than a very nice Samaritan and friend."

I got out of my parking space and started out of the parking lot.

"Well thanks." Oh my gosh! He considered me as a FRIEND! Man, I got to drop weights on peoples feet more often! Wait! What am I thinking! You can't just go dropping weights on peoples feet! And oh. My. God. I DROPPED A FRICKEN WEIGHT ON EDWARD CULLEN'S FOOT! DAMN!" Why me!

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