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BTW, I am completely aware that Lauren would never be Bella's best friend, but I decided to change it up a little. Ya know, get out of the HATE LAUREN MALLORY stage.

Setting: Memphis, Tennessee

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Walgreens

Chapter 1. Mister Mysterious

BPOV

Beep! "Ugh!" Beep! "Erg!" Beep! "Make it stop!"

I groaned and rolled over, causing myself to fall off my bed. Stupid alarm clocks. Stupid weekdays. Stupid bed for being three feet or more from the floor.

"Your not supposed to fall out of bed, Bella," my best friend and roommate Lauren said, muffling her laughter with her pillow.

"Shut up," I mumbled, glaring at her as I picked up the blankets that fell with me and tossing them on the bed. "Just for that, I get to shower first." I stuck out my tongue childishly, and skipped to the bathroom, tripping in the process.

"No!" Lauren screeched, jumping out of her bed and running to the bathroom door, blocking it.

"Move," I demanded, trying to push the door open, only to have Lauren cover the spot I pushed with her hand.

"I'll move," she said, staring down at her feet.

"Then move." I tried to open it again, but she shook her head vigorously. Strands of her shoulder length blonde hair falling out of its loose ponytail.

I sighed. I knew this wouldn't end well. I've been living in this apartment with this girl for over six months. No matter how much I loved her, she always got her way. Therefore she'd probably get the shower first.

"On one condition," she said, holding up one finger. I looked at her expectantly. I didn't want to do whatever it was she was going to say. If you really knew Lauren then you wouldn't either. With my luck it would be about getting a boyfriend. That's what you get when you're best friends with a girl who starts dating a different guy every other day. "You have to go to Walgreens and pick up some pictures for me." She smiled, widening her stance as she waited for my answer.

I exhaled. I certainly wasn't expecting something as simple as that.

"Okay," I agreed, squeezing between Lauren and the door, smirking vigorously. I wasn't one for bribery, but today I could deal. I had a headache and nice warm shower seemed like a good idea. It always helped before.

After I finished showering, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, I decided I'd get the picture thing over with considering I would be gone for a while.

I said goodbye to Lauren, and made my way to my well-loved Chevy. The poor thing probably wouldn't live through the next year. Lauren constantly told me it was a piece of crap, and that I needed a good job so I could buy a new one. She was right, but I loved the thing to death. It was my first and only car that I ever had in my twenty-three years of life.

I pulled into the parking lot of the closest Walgreens, knowing that it was the one Lauren was talking about.

I stepped out of the car, and made my way to the front entrance. I was grateful to not trip over the homeless guy, Jim, who usually sat there, and smiled at everyone who passed by. He was a nice man; he just didn't have a job, family, or anything except for his knapsack and pet cat, Fluffy. Of course he needed to work on originality seeing as just about every other cat in America was named Fluffy. Ironically, it was a very unfortunate looking shorthair.

I stopped by him and pulled out two dollars. I hated treating him like a charity case, but he looked awfully skinny at the moment. You could by a lot with two dollars a Taco Bell.

"Thank you, Bella!" he said cheerfully, his happiness making me smile. "Fluffy and I appreciate it a lot. You know you don't have to do this right?"

"I know, Jim, but it's good to know that I did something nice for someone today," I said, rubbing Fluffy's head softly.

"I'll take it only if it makes you feel better," he said, looking up at me from his sitting post.

I stuffed the money in his hands. "It does. Trust me, it does." I smiled wider, and made a run for the door before he could protest any longer.

I tripped on the small rug outside the door, and clutched my eyes closed, waiting for the impact of the floor meeting my face. To my surprise, I fell into some hard thing.

"Miss, are you okay," a low, velvety voice asked, slowly releasing my grasp on what seemed to be him. He had a slight southern twang in his voice that made me slightly dizzy. No person's voice should sound like that. It should be illegal.

I opened my eyes, and looked up, gasping. I didn't mean to, but damn, this guy was HOT! Orlando Bloom couldn't even top this guy. I mentally slapped myself for thinking so rashly.

He had a great body. It was lanky yet muscular. I liked it. His hair was completely and utterly sexy. It was a strange copper color, and it stuck out in every direction. Strands were hanging down in his face, revealing a pair of two very green, very adorable eyes. Johnny Depp had absolutely nothing on this guy.

I noticed he was wearing a royal blue Incredible Pizza polo shirt. I giggled. Of course he would work at the ideal children's play place. Incredible Pizza was like the ultimate Chucky Cheese. I only knew this because being a student teacher; I was subjected to going to places like that on field trips and such.

This man was starting to sound like my dream guy. Not only was he gorgeous, he liked kids. I assumed he liked kids, at least. Why else would you work with them?

"Miss?" he asked again, concerned.

"Uh… Oh! I'm fine! Yeah, I'm great. Just perfect," I said unconvincingly, feeling the blood rise to my cheeks. He raised an eyebrow, but let it drop.

"I'll just leave you to your shopping. I've got to get to work soon," Mister Mysterious (I decided I'd call him that) said, walking swiftly into the store, heading to the picture development area.

I followed him in dumbly, feeling like a stalker since I was going to the same spot.

Mister Mysterious halted violently at the desk, sending me strait into him again. Before he could, I repositioned myself behind him. He glanced back at me and smirked, amused. I groaned, aggravated with myself for being so clumsy.

I listened closely to the clerk and Mister Mysterious so that I could here his voice. I didn't necessarily listen to what was spoken, but to the way he spoke about things. Honestly, he didn't sound very happy. He was arguing quietly with the two clerks. His pictures weren't ready yet? Even if they weren't, why would he be blocking everybody?

Beats me. I thought, leaning on the small cart next to me.

"Hey, Miss, could you come check out now? We have a slight complication. We need to get this all over with as soon as possible. Jacob here," one clerk said, dragging the other person to a chair next to the desk, "came in to work today with a hangover. I mean, how stupid can you get? Take the damn day off!" he threw his hands in the air, exasperated. I stood beside Mister Mysterious with a blank expression. This was taking too long, and I needed to get to the school soon. I didn't want my first graders to get to school before their teacher. That would be a nasty disaster.

"Names please," non-hangover dude ordered, pressing his palms against the counter.

"Masen." Ooh! Mister Mysterious had a name. A last name at least. I was seriously starting to like Mister Mysterious. Shame.

I was about to say Swan when I noticed that I would be picking up Lauren's pictures. "Mallory."

Non-hangover clerk left all three of us —Jacob, Mister Mysterious, and me— alone in an awkward silence as he got the pictures. He came back, and switched the picture packages back and forth before Mister Mysterious made a noise almost like a growl. He set them down and let us pay.

I was a little teeny tiny bit upset to leave Mister Mysterious. For once, though, I was glad for my clumsiness. I fell on a gorgeous guy who worked at Incredible Pizza. Could my day get any better?

-.-.-.-.-

I got home from work that day in a jovial mood. Who knew that a guy you didn't even know could do that to you? I sure didn't.

"Belly! Do you have my pics?" Lauren asked, running to me, grabbing the bag from Walgreens, and skipping to the couch.

"Looks like you already know the answer to that one," I mumbled, putting my other bags on the floor.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. I lazily plopped onto the couch next to her, as she eagerly tore the pictures from the package. She looked though the pictures and frowned. I was confused. Why would she be upset?

"Bella, who the hell is the little pixie girl, old man, and really hot man?" Lauren asked, shoving them in my face. I snatched them, panicked.

Oh. Shit.

"Seriously, Bella, this guy is almost as hot as number thirty three," she said nonchalantly, grabbing them back. "You know…what was his name? Oh! It was Tyler. Yeah Tyler was veerry good." She smiled, drifting off into her own little world. I choked on my water.

"I didn't need to know that, Lauren." I thought back to our original discussion. "Lauren, he's the guy who was supposed to be getting the other pictures. I named him Mister Mysterious—"

"You mean, you saw this guy in person and then you named him? You named him?!" she interrupted. I nodded. "Bella, you're pathetic."

"Of course I am to you. You have a new guy every other day," I reasoned, tapping my water bottle against my knee.

"Okay, whatever. Back to our little situation. We have a lot of photos of Mister Mysterious and what seems to be his family. How are we going to fix this?" She asked, tapping her finger against her head showing me she was thinking.

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