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Bella's PoV
*SCREEEEECH*
We pulled into the parking lot at about 60 miles per hour. Clinging to the 'Oh Shit' bar and having a horrified face posture, I knew that never again would I let Mike Newton drive.
That crazy son-of-a-bitch drove like a bat out of hell, skirting along the highways at a constant 95 speed average with ease. Kind of unnerving.
At least I had arrived at Starbucks in what seemed to be one piece. My mind might have been back at a hospital parking space, but you know, my mind really isn't that crucial. It usually counts as 'barely there' when I am around Mike anyways.
Still in a minor state of shock, Mike parked his old silver Volvo in a space in front of the building, got out, shut his door, and ran around to the passenger side to let me out as I peeled my white, strained fingers from the 'Oh Shit' bar and manually closed my gaping mouth with my hand. I checked my clothes to make sure everything was where it should be and I managed to not fall on my ass getting out of Mike's car.
Once I was properly out, he shut the passenger door, grabbed my hand and led me out of the cool night and into the bright café of Starbucks. Mike held open one of the double doors for me, I muttered a polite thank you, and strode right in. There was a really skinny and short girl behind the counter, very petite, with dark hair and a pixy-like hair cut. She had a very slim nose, gold-eyes, and a very pale complexion. On the all, she seemed pixy-like all over. However, the huge blueberry muffins behind her caught my attention more than Pixy-Chick. Mmm… Blueberry muffins. Yummm… My stomach grumbled.
Mike and I walked up to the counter and he asked me what I wanted. I told the expectant pixy-woman that I wanted a Café Mocha Cappuccino Grande with whipped cream, and Mike ordered a Café Americano Grande with light cream. He also ordered two blueberry muffins. I don't know how he knew; it might have been the look of pure longing in my eyes or something… Or he had heard my stomach making an attempt to talk. Huh. Oh, well…
Since we were the only ones there, Pixy-Girl told us that she would bring our coffee and muffins out for us when our drinks were ready, so we occupied a somewhat secluded booth against a wall in the back of the coffee shop. Sitting across from each other, Mike put his elbows on the table, leaned forward, and asked, "Your head feeling any better?"
"Yeah, it's okay now that I took the pain killers. I swear, my head must have hit the steering wheel really hard because that migraine was a bitch."
"That's good."
Before we could say any more, Pixy-chick, whose real name was actually Alice (according to her name tag) bounded over and delivered our coffees and muffins. Mmm... Muffins… I practically snatched mine out of Alice's hand before she put it down on the table, and took a big chomp right out of it. Both my stomach and I literally moaned in muffin-y satisfaction. It was so good.
Mike said thanks to Alice and took one look at me and laughed. I mock glared at him and continued to devour my delicious muffin in enthusiasm. Yum… Mike continued to laugh and then picked up his muffin and made NOM NOM NOM sounds when he took the first bite. Of course, he made me laugh and I proceeded to choke on the muffin I was chewing on. Oh, such a graceful night for me this was.
By this point, I figured that there was nothing I could do to scare Mike off. He seemed to be a rock. A tall, hunky, buff, handsome, gorgeous rock. A gentle, hot, kind, smart, pretty, sexy, athletic-
"Bella! BELLA! Bella? Are you okay? Bella! Are we gonna have to make another hospital run?"
Apparently I was choking so badly that I had become light-headed and day-dreamy a little. Ah, the daily occurrences in the life of Bella Swan.
I grabbed my coffee and took a sip to clear my throat. Besides the fact that it was extremely hot and three-quarters of my taste buds had just been burned off, the liquid had served its purpose and I wasn't choking anymore. I gave Mike a weak smile. Then, I swear to God, he reclined in his seat a little and did a facepalm. Huh, I tend to earn a lot of those…
"You okay now?"
"Yeah, Mike, thanks. Sorry I am such a pain in the ass."
Mike smirked. "Aw, Bella, you're not a pain in the ass, you're just gracefully and socially challenged. But it does give me chance to save you all the time. Make me feel more macho." He wiggled his eyebrows.
I almost spit out the coffee that I was drinking.
"Macho? More like a bigger ego." I gave him a sarcastic eye-roll.
He mockingly looked hurt. "Well, then…"
I snorted into my coffee.
"So, how are you liking Forks, Bella. Besides your countless number of suicide attempts already. Doesn't that tell you a lot about this little town?" asked Mike, laughing a little.
I laughed, too. "It's okay." I responded, "A little too wet and cold for what I am used to, but it seems tolerable. I am here to spend some time with Charl- my dad." I took another sip of my coffee.
"Why do you call him Charlie?"
I looked down at the table. "I guess it's because I just haven't had him in my life for such a long time. When my parents got a divorce, my mom, Renè, got full custody. We moved to Arizona, and I only saw Charlie in the summer, but after a while we stopped doing that. And with my mom, it always seems like I am the more responsible one, and since she got remarried, I felt like was kinda holding her back. So I figured that it would be good for all of us if I spent some good ole' quality time with my dad."
Throughout this whole schpeal, I continued drinking my coffee in between sentences and Mike watched with patience.
Mike nodded his head and smirked, "So you're going hunting with him, fishing, some real MANLY-MAN stuff."
I shook my head and gave him a pointed stare.
He just winked at me, and I laughed. We both took a sip of our coffee and sat for a few seconds in companionable silence.
Mike glanced at his watch. "I take it that there is no way in hell we are going to school in a couple hours. It's almost four-thirty right now."
I downed the rest of my coffee for good measure.
"Good grief Bella! We've only had this coffee for five minutes, and you have already chugged the whole thing!"
Oh, and did I neglect to mention before that I am a total coffee addict? I love my coffee… Although, it did have its downside. In about two minutes, I was almost positive that I was going to get extremely hyper… And very babbly.
"Oh shit." I said. Out loud. Shit… I started tapping my foot against the floor.
Mike gave me a funny look, "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing really…" I started drumming my fingers.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm cool." My leg started bouncing.
"Okay then."
*Thirty seconds of silence pass by.*
"So, Mike, how do you like Forks? Oh, I'm sorry, that was a really dumb question. Haha you have lived here your whole life…. Wait? Have you? I mean, like lived here your whole life? Oh my gosh I am talking really freaking fast!"
"Bella, are you okay?"
"Tee-hee!"
"What the hell was that?"
"Just ignore me and answer the damn question."
Mike looked a bit taken aback, "Well, pushy-pushy."
"Phhh…" I gestured for him to continue.
Mike looked really uncomfortable, "Well, I didn't always live here…"
Why wasn't he just answering my question?
"Where did you live before?"
"In… uhh… Maine."
"Really? That's so cool! How is it in the great Northeast? Lots of snow? Pretty good people out there?"
Mike frowned. "Um, I don't really remember much. I lived there until I was almost nine. Then I moved, uh, here."
"Oh, okay then… Do you remember anything? I mean, nine years is still a pretty long time." Now I was genuinely curious.
"Well, I do remember…" He smiled, "The snow was pretty cool. In the winter, there were always snow men in everyone's yards, and I remember once that I went snowmobiling. That was a pretty cool time."
He grimaced and his smile was replaced by sadness.
I looked at him questioningly, but he just shook his head. I didn't want to push it.
"Well, that's interesting. I have always wanted to go to the Northeast at one point."
Mike took a giant sip of his coffee. "Yeah, the sites are certainly something to see."
Well, Mike, sorry to break it to you, but I would much rather see what's under those clothes…
"Wait, what?"
Oh, my God. Did I just say that out loud?
"Bella? What did you just say?"
Oh. Oh, fuck.
"Hello? Any sign of life in there? What did you just say? It seemed to involve my clothing… Is it coming off?" He smirked maliciously.
I blushed so extremely red, it wasn't funny. My leg began tapping nervously again. Fuck my life.
Mike's PoV
Bella's face turned a pretty shade of rose. It took all I could to not think about blood… ah…. Rushing to other… ergh… parts.
"I-I-I-I-I… uh…"She looked down in dejection. "Yes. I did." She looked like she was going to cry.
I leaned forward over the table, and I took two fingers to lift her chin to make her eyes meet mine.
I smirked. "Bella, I would much more prefer for both of our clothes to be off."
She blushed bright red again and I moved back to my respective side of the table. She cleared her throat and fiddled with her sweatshirt while I downed the last couple sips of my coffee. I got up, chucked both of our trash, and walked back over to our secluded booth. I offered her my hand, which she gladly took, and we both walked right out of the Starbucks, me, of course, holding the door open for her and giving a curt nod to our server, Alice (whom for which I left a quite generous tip on the table). I swear she gave me a wink as I walked out.
From there, we somewhat ran to my car.
She pushed herself up against the side and I pressed my body up against hers and I put my palms on either side of her face. I inclined my head and pressed my lips to hers.
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