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Chapter Two: Sympathy food is welcome.

The Bad Dater's Handbook:

Bella Swan:

I snickered at her and she spared me one more withering glance before heading to her room to change into something less wrinkled.

I decided that I might as well start my day off, seeing as I wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon, and I hopped off the couch and started walking towards the kitchen to make some muffins.

Alice couldn't get enough of muffins, they were currently her favorite breakfast food, which I was positive would change around next week, Alice was just like that, she couldn't be positive about anything, that is except Jasper whom she'd been seeing since the tenth grade.

I sighed, there I go again talking about romance of some sort, could I just have one minute where I'm not moping about the apartment, depressed because I haven't found the right guy for me?

I was just sitting the uncooked muffins in the already heated oven when Alice appeared from the bathroom, her normal bubbly self.

"Mmm, muffins!" She exclaimed happily. I stared at her dumbfounded. How could she be this awake at this time? I was just getting over the fact that it was nine o'clock in the morning on Saturday, the one day of the week where I have absolutely nothing to do except sleep…and I was up already.

"What?" She asked when she caught me staring at her. "What'd I do?" she looked genuinely perplexed and I just laughed at her.

She huffed at me and smacked my arm, and I put on a look of false hurt.

"Ya know Alice that really hurts that you would attempt to hurt me…" I tried to look serious but it failed after I caught the look on Alice's face, and I broke out into a large grin.

I timer on the oven went off and I retrieved the muffins after grabbing a rag out of a nearby drawer so I wouldn't get burned by the hot tin.

In a flash, Alice had a plate out, already for me to set the muffins on; she was practically vibrating in anticipation.

"Alice."

"What?" she grinned happily completely ignoring me, only having eyes for the pastry in my hands.

"Calm thy self pixie." I said loudly, that put an end to her bouncing, and she just glared at me because I had – once again – made fun of her height by calling her a pixie, which I know she hates…which is exactly why I call her that.

"Just dish out the muffins woman!"

I snickered and finally placed them all on the plate, which she proceed to greedily snatch away from the counter and leave me to do the dishes without so much as a 'thanks'.

After I had cleaned up the mess of a kitchen, I grabbed my blue I-pod and threw on some track clothes and started walking out of the building, planning on going for a jog. I had switched on some Linkin Park, since I had discovered angry music helps you run better, and was jamming out to 'Shadow of the Day' when I came across an unbelievably gorgeous guy sitting on a bench in the park.

I automatically slowed down some to get a better view of him, and just as I was passing him, he looked up and my brown eyes meet emerald orbs. I came to a complete halt, unable to look away from his smoldering gaze and just stood there, staring at him.

He had to be the number one, most gorgeous guy I had ever laid eyes on. He had hopelessly messy bronze hair, and an unbelievable set of emerald green eyes. He was just sitting there. Staring at me? His clothes were crisp and clean, he looked like he could be a Abercrombie model if he felt like it. I felt like my heart might have burst from my chest, it was beating so hard. I stopped breathing when he flashed me a crooked smile…But something about his expression bothered me. It was like he was pained, like he was deeply upset about something…

After two minutes of just staring at each other, I snapped out of it and smiled at him apologetically before sprinting away from the bronze haired beauty. He probably had a girlfriend. Those types of guys always did. But I couldn't stop myself from resenting the girl I had never met. That was just my luck, to meet a undeniably hot guy in the park, and to sprint away from him in a hurry without some much as a name to call him.

'Stupid! Stupid!' I thought, 'Why didn't you go talk to him? Okay, I need to get a hold of myself; he's just a guy, an unbelievably hot guy, with smoldering green eyes, and hot hair. Stop!'

I forced myself to forget about him, and just go on with my day. I'd probably never see him again anyway.

Even though it was the truth, I couldn't stop myself from hoping that I might see him again, neither could I stop the ache in my heart at the thought of not ever seeing him again. I sighed; I needed to get the mystery hunk out of my brain already!

I tried – in vain—to get the mystery guy out of my head, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept wandering back to that morning in the park, where he had gazed into my eyes, like he was seeing my soul. My mind didn't want to forget him, neither did my heart. I found myself wanting to know more about him, like what his name was, was in her in school, what did he want to do?

I had never felt this way about anyone before in my whole life. And no matter how hard my brain didn't want to, I eventually forced myself to stop thinking about him by snuggling up in my room with a cup of coffee, and a book that I had just received for a birthday present and had yet to finish.

It was a romance book, naturally, and was the reining leader on the New York Times Bestseller's List. The book was odd, but captivating in the most alluring ways. I wanted to put it down, but never stop reading it at the same time, it was a vampire love story called Twilight, and honestly the idea of the book scared me at first, but it was genius, complete literary genius. I salute the author, wherever she may be.

I eventually fell asleep while readings, finding it hard to keep my eyes open with the wonderful book lulling me to sleep with its dreamlike story.

I dreamed about the mystery man that night, but it was odd, because I was sitting in a cafeteria at a high school, it seemed. I looked all over the room, trying to figure out if there was anyone I knew in the room besides just a lot of strangers.

Sometime during my search, my brown eyes met the gaze of the man, his green eyes scorching as always, bearing into my soul. I was about to get up to go sit next to him, when suddenly, his eyes turned to a menacing black color, and all of a sudden, he bared his teeth at me, and lanced across the room towards me.

I sat up quickly in the chair, sweat running down my face, I could feel pieces of hair stuck to my face, and I brushed them away quickly while glancing around the room in a wild craze. Suddenly I stood up and walked over to Alice's room.

"Alice?" I asked hesitantly, poking her sides. "Alice!" I hissed quietly when she didn't wake up.

"Hmm?" She groaned, her head still stuck in her pillow, I inwardly groaned at what I was about to say, knowing that I would sound like a fool.

"Can I sleep in her tonight, I had a nightmare."

She turned her head slightly so I could see the side of her face.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

"Shut up and scoot over." I said reluctantly, shoving her over to the other side of the bed, and lying down next to her. I heard her snickering quietly and I rolled over so my back was facing her.

"Goodnight Alice…"

"Goodnight Bella…" she giggled out and then decided to be merciful, and let it go, snuggling down under the blanket. After I was sure that she was asleep, I finally allowed myself to relax and slip off into unconsciousness.

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