Chapter 2

…::: Hipster:::…

"Back off Emmet" Edward warned and shifted his focus back on the sketch he was working on. It wasn't anything major, but he has a deadline, and he has to hand in something as his final project in art class.

He didn't see what people saw in art. He took that class in order to finish the extra curriculums needed to continue his psychiatry degree. Art was people's minds, not a bunch of colors that look good together.

"Dude but you have to try their crepes" Emmet argued. "You can't live life to the max without trying them"

"Emmet, you're being ridiculous"

"I'm not the one who's afraid of crepes"

"I'm not afraid of a pastry treat; I just don't want any from you"

" But its Le Crepe! Its Canadian. You can not say no to the Canadians! That will hurt their delicate feelings, they obviously worked hard on it. You will start world war three and ruin NAFTA!"

" Crepes are French Emmet" Edward sighed and walked to stand in line. If he wanted to endure Emmet's immature ideas, caffeine needed to be pumping inside.

"You preposterous dildo, Quebec is in Canada."

"Really? And here I thought Quebec was in china" Edward exclaims sarcastically and swatted Emmet's hand that was still trying to approach his mouth.

"Stop dodging the Crepes Edward. Be a man! Crepes are joyous treats and you need all the joy you can get since you're an unused dildo" Emmet continued following Edward and tried once again.

"Emmet stop being su-"

Several things happened at once. One, Edward Cullen and Bella Swan meet at that moment. Two, Bella was now on the floor and Edward had frosting on his lips.

"Have you hurt yourself" Edward bent down to eyes level with her and was shocked by how stricken and wide her eyes where. She looked like she was in so much pain. Something in him snapped and he felt oddly protective of her.

Edward viewed Bella as a tiny girl, with messy long brown hair and a heart shaped face with a small chin. Her entire demeanor seems to be focused inward, it's like she's trying to make herself as small as possible. He don't know why, but he is mesmerized by this girl immediately.

"I'm copacetic. Never been better" Bella muttered and grabbed her books and quickly shoved past the people waiting in line at the busy café and ran away. His hair intimidated her enough that she ran away.

Impossible copper hair, dark brows, fierce eyes and a strong jaw-line, he was the most handsome man Bella has ever seen. But his hair wasn't a safe place.

"Dude what the hell was that!" Emmet said excitedly.

Edward looked at him then remembered the cream on his face. Edward glared at Emmet and wiped it off his face with long sleeve he wore, he was about to punch Emmet when he got interrupted by a random customer.

"Excuse me? Hi…erm, that lady dropped this book as well, you might want to-" Emmet grabbed the red text book and quickly ran after the girl, rushing recklessly.

"Thanks" Edward didn't bother looking back as he ran after them.

Edward found them at the parking lot, her book still in Emmet's hand and he was waving it around in her face.

"You dropped it, a lady back there pointed it out. Look, I'm really sorry" Edward snatched it out of Emmet's hands and handed it back.

"No harm. Accidents help us learn, right?" Bella let out a forced laugh and tried to keep herself calm.

Edward couldn't stop staring at her. How did people describe it?

Broken smile. That was the only subscription he could use.

"Are you sure? I mean you look like hell. This moron shoved you to the ground just so that he won't eat a crepe" Emmet playfully shoved Edward.

"Yes, as I said earlier. No harm" Bella laughed and turned around slowly when Edward stopped her midway.

"Wait, didn't you come in so you can buy something?" Edward blurted out in confusion and quickly regretted it. What would she think of him now?

"Yeah! You don't have coffee or any food…and we were in there for a while. I didn't see you buying anything" Emmet narrowed his eyes in suspicion at her. She of course, shrunk back away under his gaze.

Edward raised his eyebrows at Emmet, and Emmet quickly jumped in. "Not that we here watching you in particular or anything. We normally try hitting on chicks at bars and stuff. Eddie might try at a coffee shop though. But he is an unused dildo, so it shouldn't surprise anyone"

" What Emmet here as trying to say, was if you would let us make it up to you; we would feel better knowing that we are guilt free" Edward tried to lessen how creepy Emmet was by making himself creepier. It was a genius plan.

She pursed her lips and frowned, deep in thought. Damn it, she was probably thinking of a way to let them down politely, Edward thought.

He would have too.

"If it clears your guilty conscious " She smiled at him.

"Just to be clear I didn't do shit! This kid here did all the violent doings" Emmet tried defending himself as they made their way in.

" The moment there are no witnesses…" Edward snarled underneath his breath to Emmet while he closed the door.

"Oh I'm petrified of what Eddie Poo is gonna do when we are all alone. I'll need a hero to protect my virginity!" Emmet mocked him, pretending to squeal like a girl. "I'm gonna grab a table Mr. Rapist, get me what you're getting and don't drop anything into it" He made a motion that he was watching him.

Edward rolled his eyes at him and walked towards the fragile girl, who he still didn't know much about. He wanted to know everything.

"You don't come here often" Edward glanced sideways at her, smiled politely.

"An over crowded and over rated room is hardly on my must go to list" She frowned. Edward desperately wanted to ask what was on her list if awesome coffee shops weren't.

"Not all, some are very soothing to go to" Edward argued.

"This isn't one of them, this gives you a rush without the caffeine. In fact, I might come here just to be mauled by the zombies that will stop at nothing for dose of dopamine"

"Coffee is actually a stimulant, so is Alcohol in small amounts. They can both be depressants not the best for Zombies" Edward said and quickly looking at the menu board ahead of them. He wondered what she'll order. Is she a black coffee kind of girl or some fruity smoothie kind of girl. Shit, he sounded like some horny man looking to get laid at a club.

The café buzzed with people, laughter and the usual sulkers at the corners. Nothing unusual about it. Nothing that should change anyone's life drastically. But Edward knew that wasn't his case today.

"Hi, how may I help you?" A short, dark haired Asian lady smiled and Edward immediately studied her posture while waiting for the girl to order.

Bella stood there frozen.

She didn't know what to do next. She never ordered food outside. She didn't know if the food was clean, let alone cooked. She started panicking, looking around helplessly and her breathing accelerated.

"Is she okay?" Edward looked at what the lady was looking at.

Bella tried focusing on her surrounding but she couldn't, was she or was she not going to reach the age of eighty healthy. Is she going to die young? What if there was a bacterial infection, what if their kitchen is a health risk. Did they use gloves, hair nets and wash their hands? She was sure that if she brought a microscope close, thousands of germs where reproducing, spreading there deadly viruses everywhere. Her stomach shook and she felt the need to get in there and wash the kitchen, the plates where all the cockroaches partied, the sickening ceiling that dripped with the residue that the older food evaporated.

How many times did they scrub their equipment? Did they change their wash sponge regularly? Did they know that wash sponges contained more bacteria than toilet seats? After they washed their hands, did they palm the dirty faucets upsetting the bacteria balance between their hands and the unclean taps? Damn it, they probably didn't.

"Are you going to faint?" Edward looked at her alarmed. He knew the signs of stress and more importantly, fainting. He scrabbled in his mind to find a solution to this problem. "Hey, it's okay…let's just sit down for a bit." Edward took the girl's hand and tried guiding her to where Emmet was, they walked down the line behind them."What was the point standing in line when you weren't getting anything? Stupid hipsters" A tall, nerdy looking man standing at the back demanded. Clearly annoyed.

"I…uh…bacteria…I'm not eighty" She started stuttering and glanced around the place, her mind didn't seems to focus on her surroundings, she trembled and dropped her book. She took a step back and Edward took one back. She was in a fight or flight mode, and he knew which one she would choose.

"Hey hipster, go smoke crack somewhere else!" The man sneered, Edward grabbed straws and chucked them at him.

"Did you seriously just throw straws at me? What kind of crack do you take? Is this a request to give you a blowjob, fucking hipster!" He spat out in distaste and that was all Bella needed to find a safe place.

She knew she had to leave, or the cockroaches where going to be angry. They where after her. She located the safe door and sprinted there, her heart punching, trying to expand her rib cages further. Blood pounded through her, her ears ringing and she didn't stop until the scene behind her disappeared. She pushed her feet harder and risked taking a breath in from the poisonous trap the cockroaches left. It didn't smell like them, and that was when she slowed down. They were gone. She was safe. They won't come after her. She was clean. She was safe.

Back at the café, Edward was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe what just happened.

"Hipster, the 70's fashion advisers called and they want their clothes back"

"Hey bitch, the dog patrol are searching for you. They called you the male impersonator" Emmet glared at the mouthy nerd, who obviously needed caffeine badly.

Emmet picked the book that the girl dropped earlier. He frowned. "Seems very reckless if you ask me. Drop it once, what a shame. Drop it twice, shame on you. Maybe she doesn't want it." Emmet stared at the imaginary trail the girl left and Edward did the same.

That female…something was upsetting her enormously. Edward felt protective of her because of her vulnerability. She could be one of his patients. She would teach him so many things…if only he could observe her. Watch her daily routine. His philosophical side finally saw his muse.

"Come on Eddie, I need a greasy sandwich from McDonalds" Emmet patted his stomach.

"You know what Hipsters? That hurt me. I'm not going to let you boss me around. You hear me Hipsters!" The man threatened as they followed the yellow arch of MacDonald.