A/N:
Since I suck at describing clothes, the link to Bella's dress is here: (dot)com/pleather-dress-17(dot)html
I don't own Twilight. If I did, Esme would've back-handed Rosalie for being so incredibly rude and bitchy to Bella.
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After hanging up with Alice, I have to take a moment to calm myself down before I end up hyperventilating. That would be just my luck. This may be my last chance to see Club Guy and I miss it because I was passed out with my forehead on the steering wheel, obliviously honking the car horn. No, I can't let that happen. Deep, calming breaths.
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About ten minutes later and I'm out of the "pass out" zone. Man, am I pathetic or what? Almost losing consciousness because I might run into a man I spent a total of 20 minutes with. Twenty hot, steamy, sexy, sweaty, incredible minutes... Le sigh. I pull down the driver's side visor to look at myself in the little mirror. Makeup is still okay. I fluff up my hair to make it fuller and look down at my dress. Not sexy enough. What time is it? Shit! I need to hurry up! I rush to my front door and jog to the closet.
After throwing out everything in my closet, I look around in a frenzy, becoming panicked. Nothing to wear! My whole wardrobe is in a big pile on the floor and nothing is suitable, nothing is good enough! Fucking shitty asshole jamming cocksucker bastard fucker! What am I gonna wear?! My eyes search frantically for something sexy. Why don't I have anything sexy?! And then I see it. Waaaay back in the shadows of my closet.
My freakum dress.
A few months ago, Rose insisted that every woman needs a super sexy, revealing (a.k.a. really slutty) dress. She dragged me to some store and made me try on all kinds of lycra and spandex dresses until I found one that made my body look great and wasn't too slut-erific. A short black strapless mini dress that was made of some kind of shiny faux leather material. Rose purchased a metallic gold dress that barely covered her ass. When we were done, we went back to her place, put on our dresses and danced around her living room to Beyonce's "Freakum Dress." I felt pretty damn sexy.
After putting on my freakum dress, I pulled out some hot pink Louboutin strappy stilettos then quickly flatironed my hair and put it back in a sleek ponytail. After my hair is finished, I put on two more coats of mascara and some lipgloss. Just as I finish blotting my lips, the house phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Hello," a robotic female voice greets me. "You are receiving a collect call from........ Press one to accept this call. To deny, hang up."
The hell? I hope Rose didn't get arrested again! I press one.
"Hello?"
"Isabella?"
A man? I don't recognize his voice.
"....Uh, yes.... Who is this?"
"Ah, Isabella, it is so good to hear your beautiful voice again!"
"Yeah... So... Who is this?"
"Oh! It's Aro! Don't you remember me?"
"Aro?! Of course I remember. How could I forget? Why on earth are you calling me?"
"That's one of the things I admire most about you, Bella. Always straight to the point! Well... I qualify for parole and will most likely be released on bail in two months. I'd love to see you again."
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"Seriously? Like... You're serious? After having a S.W.A.T. team aim Uzi's in my face and enduring five hours of intense police investigations... You're seriously asking me out again?"
He chuckles. "Well, at least it was exciting. You can't say you've ever been on a date like that!"
"Yeah, but I wish I could say I've never been on a date like that... The answer's a resounding 'no,' Aro. I'd rather eat platypus turds. Have a nice life, Scarface."
He laughs loudly at this. "It was worth a try. I had a nice time with you, Bella. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."
Yeah, in Cell Block 4. I roll my eyes and hang up, shaking my head in disbelief. Wow. Men are unbelievable.
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Forty-five minutes into girl's night out and I'm starting to feel really shitty. Rose, Angela and Alice are out on the dance floor having a ball. I'm hoarding my drink at the bar, eyes glued to the entrance. Club Guy isn't here. I've already scoured the place looking for him, and when I was convinced he hadn't arrived yet, I put myself on door patrol.
"Hey, sexy, wanna dance?"
I roll my eyes and groan loudly because the voice I just heard isn't the one I was hoping to hear. I close my eyes and sigh in defeat.
"No, thanks."
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Ugh.
I don't even look in his direction, I don't want to converse with this dude and I don't want him thinking he has a chance.
"No, thanks."
Every few minutes, some guy approaches me, asking me to dance. Can't they see I just turned down the last guy? Obviously I'm not freakin' interested in dancing with anyone. Grrr.
After I finish my Granny Punch, I decide to try a Duck Fart. Maybe it'll loosen me up so I can have a good time. I can't just stare at the door all night like some stupid, pathetic loser.
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Two hours and three Duck Farts later and I'm still staring at the door. I keep telling myself to stop, but then I argue (in my head, of course) that the second I look somewhere else will be the second he walks through the door. I'm driving myself crazy. Gah!
Alice keeps coming over to check on me. She's extra chipper tonight and it's really working my damn nerves. I don't need her rubbing her happy, peppy, joy-joy mood in my face. Grrr.
After telling Happy Pants for the billionth time that I don't feel like dancing, she shimmies back to the middle of the dance floor. Why can't I just forget about him? Why am I torturing myself? Why am I even here?
Realizing I came for nothing, I send a text to Rose telling her that I'm catching a cab home. I don't wanna be a Debbie Downer. Really, I'd rather be home stuffing my face with chocolate cookie dough ice cream and Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.
I grab my purse and head out before the girls can ambush me and bully me into staying. I just don't wanna be here. I need to be alone. I need to get used to being the lonely girl with a house full of cats, exotic birds and a wall piled with Home Shopping Network boxes.
After exiting the club, I close my eyes and greedily take in a few deep breaths of cool air. I never realize how stifling clubs are until I get outside. It's so refreshing. There are no cabs available, so I call one to come and pick me up. I really wish I didn't have to wait 45 minutes. It would be awesome if I could just travel where I wanted to be in the blink of an eye. Like that movie Jumpers. I'd rob so many damn banks, it's not even funny. I'd be so badass. Badass Bella has a nice ring to it. I'd totally be a villain.
My cab finally shows up and I breathe a sigh of relief. I can almost taste that yummy ice cream. Mmmm. I walk over to the cab and open the door.
"Bella! Wait!"
My hand freezes mid-air and goosebumps erupt all over my body. No. It can't be. Can it? I turn around and see him. Him. I feel like all of the wind has been knocked out of me. I'm breathless. It's him! I feel like I'm in a daze. Tunnel vision. All of a sudden, I'm inches away from him. I don't remember moving. He's a human magnet. I just naturally gravitate toward him without my brain even registering it. My heart is thumping wildly against my chest. I can't will my mouth to speak. I can't stop staring at him. He's so dazzling. I can happily stand here forever, staring at his face.
"Hi." His smile is devastating. Perfect.
"Hi." I smile back at him and reach my hand out to touch him. I have to touch him. I place my hand on his chest, over his heart. It's beating just as rapidly as mine. Is he nervous?
I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of him. The heat radiating off of his body. His heart pumping life into him. I feel his hand cup my cheek and I lean into his touch. So warm. I open my eyes and his face is closer to mine than it was a few seconds ago. Or am I imagining things?
"Bella..." he smiles wistfully and my heart almost bursts. "Do you feel this?"
"Yes," I breathe. I do feel it. The attraction, the pull, the fireworks, the sparks, the tingles, the butterflies... I feel it all. I need it all.
He slowly lowers his face to mine. The way he's looking into my eyes ignites a fire within me. Our noses are touching and I close my eyes and close the gap between us, leaning forward the last few centimeters.
Our lips come together and it feels as though I have a hummingbird in my chest. My head is spinning. His lips are so soft. Oh, God. A shiver runs through my body and he tightly wraps his arms around me. Pulling me closer. I push my arms under his jacket and hold onto his back for dear life. No space can be between us. Ever. His body is so muscular and hard and perfect.
I open my mouth to him and when our tongues collide... there are no words to describe it. His mouth tastes divine. His tongue is so soft. I pull his body impossibly closer into mine and moan embarrassingly loud into his mouth as our kiss deepens. This can never stop. I'll surely die if my mouth isn't on his at all times. Bliss. He's kissing and touching me, pouring so much emotion into every caress. I want to cry. This is natural. So beautiful. Kismet.
He pulls back slightly and peppers kisses all over my face. My eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck. Yes. More.
"Bella..."
I slowly open my eyes to look at him. Drink in every feature. His hair, his beautiful hair. I reach up and run my fingers through it. Oh, it's so soft and thick. He closes his eyes and smiles. My smile. Only for me.
"Bella..."
"What's your name?" I ask while running my thumbs over his cheekbones. I need to feel and memorize every inch of his glorious face.
He opens his eyes and gives me that magnificent smile. If I live two thousand years, I will never tire of that smile. "Edward. My name is Edward."
"Edward." It's perfect. My Edward.
"Bella, can we... get out of here?"
Mommy.
"My place isn't too far from here." My voice comes out as barely a whisper.
There goes that smile again. Swoon.
He grabs my hand and my body tingles. I look down at our entwined fingers. They fit perfectly together. He kisses me chastely and starts walking around the building. We're both smiling goofily. My heart is soaring.
"My car's out back."
Lead the way...
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A/N:
YIPPEEEEE!!!! *doing River Dance around the room* Club Guy finally made an appearance!
So they're going back to Bella's place... What's gonna happen? Squee!!!
I have a few more date ideas that didn't make it into the story. I'm thinking of making a separate story: Blind Dates Outtakes, comprised of a bunch of Bella's dates. What do you guys think? Yay or nay? Leave a review and let me know!
I have two new stories, a one shot for the Cliché contest called Sex God Hair & Chocolate Orbs. And a crackfic called Out of Control. Have you ever read a fic that was mind-numbingly dumb with spelling that could make a second-grader cringe? Well, Out of Control makes fun of those stories! Hehehe! Check them out (links in my profile) and leave me some love!
Until next time! Smooches! ^_^