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Disclaimer: All recognisable characters/settings/etc are not mine. Twilight is not mine. Etc, etc.
Chapter 2
Bella POV
Call me a stalker, but I knew what Edward Cullen did every Sunday morning. Though a lot of women had probably told Edward Cullen to 'go to hell', on Sundays…the mornings at least, Edward appeared to be going up to the fluffy white place in the clouds.
Oh yes, Edward Cullen, man-whore extraordinaire, went to church.
Not that the congregation, most of whom being over sixties, knew about his womanizing ways. To them, he was the lovely young man who played the piano for their hymns. The grandson of the pastor. The boy who anyone could see, absolutely loved to play the piano. The dumbest could spot this.
Of course, Edward had no idea that I was aware of his Sunday morning activities. I'd stumbled upon them one day when I'd been accompanying Charlie, who had wanted to go and light a candle, and pray for his recently deceased friend, Harry Clearwater. I'd gone for moral support, and had rushed out of the place like a bat out of hell; trying to make sure that Edward didn't see me.
I had, however, found myself returning on several occasions, to oggle at him. If I'd thought 'normal' Edward was beautiful, it was nothing compared to 'passionate-piano-player' Edward. With his hands on the keys, that man was in his element, and he was absolutely stunning.
Thankfully, he'd never caught me.
I'd watched him this weekend because I was quite upset about watching him leave with Jessica on Friday, and, although he wasn't exactly involved in my little habit; watching him play made me feel almost…special.
I know, I'm a fool. But we are all fools in love, or are we not?
I think we are. In fact, it's in one of my books.
One of my books that Edward had under his arm as he walked Jessica out of the building on Friday night.
Is it sad to be jealous of your own work? I sure was. 'The Clumsiness Strikes Back' was tucked under his gorgeous, perfect arm…somewhere I'd never get the chance to be.
And it wasn't even one of my three best sellers.
That night, I'd driven around Forks for several hours in my beloved truck, in the pouring rain, because I was so depressed, once again. Eventually, the damn thing had broken down, and I'd been forced to call my friend Jake out to collect me.
Needless to say, he hadn't been very happy about being called out so late at night, especially since he and his wife of several weeks were trying to have a baby (already). Needless to say, I apologised numerous times, and he forgave me; because 'that's what best friends are for'.
I told myself I'd have to make a fantastic Jake-like person the hero of my next novel.
I'd make the hero get together with a beautiful Leah-like woman, who has a baby, and makes a very Bella-like woman the godmother: Hint, hint.
Unfortunately, the only inspiration I'd had lately was for less than straight laced novels, and I didn't think that Jake and Leah would enjoy being the centre of such smutty storylines. This was what happened when you'd been sexually frustrated for several years.
Monday morning, I drove my recently fixed truck into the car park, parked, got out, took a few steps, and tripped over my own feet.
Unexpectedly, my face never had it's reunion with the floor, because, by some twist of fate, somebody managed to catch me.
To my absolute horror, when I'd been put back on my feet, I turned around to find that it was Edward Cullen's arm which was lingering around my waist. In any other situation, his arm being in contact with me would have been wonderful. But I was quite embarrassed at having been seen trip on air, and so I blushed bright red, and embarrassed myself even more.
"You should be more careful, Isabella." Edward's silky voice told me, with it's usual edge of polite distance. He was the only person I knew that still called my by my full name. I couldn't bring myself to correct him, again. In fact, I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I merely nodded mutely at him, and followed his delectable bum into the store.
I noticed with some satisfaction that another one of my books was tucked under his arm today; though it brought a blush to my face when I noticed which one it was. This one was under a different pen name; and a completely different genre.
Edward held the door open for me, and I found myself walking almost beside him as we entered the back of the store.
"It's a good book", he said, noticing how my eyes were fixed on the dark cover of the naughty novel.
"Is it?" I almost squeaked back, blushing for the second time that morning.
"Yeah", he replied, "I especially enjoyed chapter five."
He was smirking, and I blushed harder as I remembered exactly what chapter five entailed. A nerdy girl, and the king of the campus, doing very…naughty things behind closed doors. That particular chapter had been based on my own life…and Edward.
Well, my own dreams, at least.
I managed to nod back at him.
"Do you read many books of this genre, Isabella?" he drawled, and I fought back a flinch.
"N-no", I stuttered back. I didn't…I wrote them…but I wasn't about to tell him that.
"Maybe you should", he mused, and I felt my mouth drop open before I snapped it shut again. "I'm thinking about getting a new section in the store made up for these sorts of novels. I'd need someone who was able to…explain them."
He gave me a grin, before disappearing into his office.
I managed to force my legs to move forwards, until I reached the tills, which were my first job of the day.
I attempted to forget Edward worked with me, for the rest of the day.
I wasn't successful.
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