Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Stephanie Meyer owns it all.

This is a short story I did for my AS English coursework last year, I decided to redo it and apply it to our favourite couple. Its suprising how much it already screamed Bella, I just had to change the Edward character around a bit and redo Bella's friends names. The title is rubbish, but I had no idea what to call it, I actually forgot about a title and my teacher made me quickly pop one on just before I had to hand it in to her.

At the moment i'm leaving it as complete, but if anyone actually likes it enough for me to carry on I've got a few ideas of where I could run with this.

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I was sitting on a glistening beach with my head tilted back allowing the suns rays to wash over me, my eyes closed, listening to the calm tranquil sound of the waves. Gliding my hands through the soft warm sand, occasionally picking up handfuls and letting it trickle through my fingers. Loving the tingling sensation it gives me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I became aware of being watched. I opened my eyes to see a man coming towards me. I quickly sat up straight as I noticed how good-looking he was, with his beautiful, messy auburn hair and his glistening white smile. He held me captivated by his stunning green eyes, as he opened his mouth to speak all that I could hear was a ringing noise…

It's the alarm clock ringing beside my head. I hate Monday mornings. I quickly scramble over and turn it off. Isn't it funny how you can grow to hate such a simple sound so much? I roll out of bed and get ready for work. I work at the local Somerfield, it's not fun but at least it pays well. Although I don't think I'd be responsible for my actions if I met the person who designed the uniform, the baggy parachute trousers that fit everyone and the extra small fleece which is still three sizes too big. Oh the shame when I meet people I know!

So anyway, I'm getting ready for work when I look out of the window. It's only raining isn't it? I've just spent the last fifteen minutes straightening my hair and making it look as perfect as possible. Well, you can't blame me; with that uniform my hair is all I've got going for me really. So I have to run around my flat in the hope of finding an umbrella. After about five minutes I do, and by this time I'm late and have to run to my bus stop. Which is hard to do with an umbrella so in the end I give up hope and just use the fleece as some sort of protection for my hair. I thankfully manage to reach my bus just before it leaves and bag myself a seat next to some creepy looking old man who stinks of coffee and breath mints.

After a very boring and uneventful bus journey I reach my work. I quickly make my way upstairs and sign myself in, dump my bag in my locker and set off downstairs to start work. I don't work on the main tills, I just stock the shelves and work on the deli mostly. I have a fear of working on the main tills, I don't know why. I was never any good at maths so I think that might be why. I'd take forever giving them their change and then of course there's always discount and God knows what people have these days. Nah, that's not for me, by the end of the day I'd be a blushing, stuttering mess.

It was nearly the end of my shift and time to go home, when the floor manager asked me to help out the new girl Jessica on her aisle. I take a short cut through the cake and biscuits aisle and end up walking straight into a customer, crushing the hobnobs they were holding. I quickly straightened myself up and discovered he looked just like the man in my dream. I opened and closed my mouth for what seemed like hours before I managed to squeak out an apology and make a very quick exit. Constantly replaying that scene in my mind, thoughts of what I could have said and done seem so obvious to me now.

After I'd finished helping Jessica I went upstairs to clock out, where I told my friend Angela all about the hot Hobnob boy. That's now my name for him, until I find out his real name. That's if he ever comes here again. To be honest, I doubt he will. I wouldn't if I was him, I'd be too scared of bumping into running lunatics like me.

Eventually I'm let out of the place of doom that is Somerfield and into the open arms of a lovely thunderstorm. Oh terrific. To make it worse I've left my brolly in my locker and don't have enough time to go back and get it. So again I have to run for my bus. And by the time I get to the bus stop guess who was there? Yeah, that's right, hot Hobnob boy! I see him look up at me and his gorgeous green eyes lit up while he started chuckling under his breathe. Just my bloody luck; I never run ever and he's seen me run twice in one day! Boy is my face red.

Thankfully the bus doesn't take too long. When it comes we all pile on like wild animals trying to desperately get out of the rain. Since I have like, no upper body strength at all I'm one of the last people on. Meaning there's hardly any seats left. Oh dear, I have three options. One I sit next to hot hobnob boy; two is that I sit next to my coffee and breath mint friend from this morning, or three, stand up and run the risk of possibly failing over in front of the whole bus when we go round corners. In a moment of panic I choose option number one.

I quickly walk up to his seat and sit down, without looking at him at all. For the next ten to fifteen minutes I manage to occupy myself with looking at the other passengers and trying to guess what their name is and where they work. Oh the simple little things that can amuse me! After that I keep stealing some glances at hot Hobnob boy, trying to figure out what his name would be. I then come to the conclusion that I have absolutely no idea whatsoever and just decide to keep calling him hot Hobnob boy or maybe shorten it to HHB. I quickly turn to look at him, only to be met by his sparkling green eyes staring back at me. Oh jolly hockey sticks! I tear my eyes away in embarrassment and instead stare at the dull, lifeless, chewing gum covered floor. Why does he have to look so inhumanly beautiful?

Luckily he doesn't get off at my stop, which means I'm free to run home before I get hit by lightning, which based on the day I've been having, is probably very likely. Once I get home I make myself a quick microwave dinner and then after I'd watched the soaps I settle down for a nice early night.

The next day didn't start so hectically and I manage to get to work on time and dry. I make sure that I don't run around like an idiot while I'm on the shop floor, in case I run into anymore unsuspecting customers. But to my horror I'm put on the cake and biscuit aisle by my supervisor. She must have seen what happened yesterday on CCTV or something and - she enjoys seeing me squirm.

About an hour into stacking the aisle and helping little old ladies get things off the top shelves, I hear a voice behind me. I know I've heard it before somewhere but for the life of me cannot remember where. I turn around and am met by those bright green eyes again. Oh no, not now! Not on this aisle. What does he want?

'Do you know where they keep the Hobnobs?' he says with a cheeky grin. Oh very funny! Two can play at this game mate. Just remember, there's nothing you can say or do to make this worse than last time.

'Yeah sure, I'll show you my Hobnobs...I mean THE Hobnobs! I erm, yeah there just over there.' Okay, maybe I can make it worse, I'm such an idiot. I quickly try to think of something to say to redeem myself when I see my supervisor come running around the corner to usher me into the back to help her with something in the warehouse.

After that I didn't see him again, thankfully. I end up going home and watching some chick-flicks with a tub of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough ice cream with the lights off and loads of blankets and pillows. It's the only way to relax after making a fool out of myself today.

Wednesday and Thursday were quite uneventful. I didn't have anymore encounters with HHB luckily, although I did see him lurking around buying random and pointless things. Angela reckons it's to see me. Yeah right! If anything he'd only come to see me somehow make a bigger fool of myself then I have already.

So Friday morning is also uneventful; by uneventful I mean I manage not to do something stupid. However, I am again in the glorious Somerfield, stacking the aisles when HHB comes waltzing up my aisle looking as amazing as ever may I add. He walks right up to me with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hi!" oh that smile, "I was wondering whether you'd like to come for a coffee with me. At the Starbucks down the road during your lunch break?" Okay time to act cool.

"Well, I suppose I could manage that, meet me outside at one?"

"That's fine by me, see you there." Right, you didn't do anything stupid, now just turn around and walk away. So I do, I just casually walk up my aisle the whole time congratulating myself when I go and trip over a baked beans box I'd left in the middle of the aisle when I was distracted by an old lady. Oh God! Casual and dignity has flown right out the window, I practically sprint to the back where no one can see me.

When I remerge he's nowhere to be seen, thankfully. So I carry on with my business until at a few minutes to one where we're let out on our lunch breaks for an hour. I run into the ladies' locker room where I've thankfully got cosmetics and make myself look as good as I can. I take off my Somerfield top to reveal a nice strap top that I have on underneath. I now bless the person who made this uniform for making the tops so itchy. But anyway, after that I take a look in the big mirror that's in the toilets. You know what? I look pretty damn good! So I stroll outside keeping an eye open for any boxes, plastic, rubbish or any general bumps in the floor, just in case, to see him stood there, leaning against the wall. Oh how casual. So here I go, off for a coffee with a man whose name I still don't know, looking as glam as a Somerfield worker can be in a few minutes. What a week it's been. Let's hope I don't manage to make a fool of myself for the next hour, but, it's only a coffee. I couldn't mess that up, surely?

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