I'd just like to start by saying a massive thankyou to everyone that reviewed and visited my story, you made me a very very happy girl! xD

So a few asked to continue and I couldn't resist so I'm thinking of making this a short story now. What do you think? It will probably end up being 4 or 5 chapters by the end. Here's the next one.. oh and review at the end please

Age 24

BPOV

It had been four years since I last saw Edward, and to say it was hard was an understatement. I got through college but I was living my life in a dream without him. I had to keep reminding myself that it was for the best, it was the only way I could temporarily fix my broken heart.

Alice Brandon, my best friend was also trying to heal it too by setting me up on numerous blind dates. I did not mind the dates at first, but bloody hell by the end I was going stir crazy. All they seemed to be interested in were my breasts and how far it was to my apartment. I'm sure you can picture how those dates ended.

Yep. Not good.

I must be mad, but today I agreed to one more and I meant it. This was the final one and after tonight I would resign myself to being permanently single and dreaming of a future of retirement and sixty cats for company.

"Bellaaaa..", called that annoying little pixie, Alice.

"I'm here to get you ready for your date".

Did I also forget to mention that I was forced into makeovers every single time too? Not that I minded really, she usually did a good job and claimed that I had "natural beauty". I did not believe her though, I just nodded my head, muttered a simple thanks of my gratitude before stumbling out of the door in yet another pair of injury inducing heels.

My last date was outside a beautiful French restaurant called "La belle femme". It seemed pretty impressive; maybe this date was going to be a positive one. Not two minutes later I was greeted by my date, Mike. Mike wasn't too bad looking; he had something good going for him.

"Good evening Bella", he stated, placing a soft kiss on my hand. Not that this gesture wasn't romantic, it was, but it just did not feel right. I replied politely and followed his lead into the restaurant where the peaceful sounds of French music filled the room emitting to the dimmed lights of the restaurant.

"Reservations for Newton" Mike told the employee located near the door.

"Certainly, this way" the lady smiled and led myself and Mike to our table located towards the back of the room, equalling optimum privacy. I stood waiting for Mike to pull out my chair for me but he proceeded to sit himself down.

I guess only Edward did that for me.

"Your server will be with you soon. Enjoy your night".

"So Belly" Mike said starting our conversation.

Belly? Is he being serious?

"It's Bella".

"Oh right, sorry. What is it you do for a living?"

"I am a journalist for the Seattle Times. It pays well and I just love writing. What about you Mike?" I asked.

"I'm a dentist and I must say you have a smashing pair of pearly whites", grinned Mike, earning a despairing sigh from me. Where does Alice find these idiots? My thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of our waiter.

The food was exquisite which certainly made up for the lack of fascinating conversation and rude table manners of Muck, I mean Mike, from the other side of the table. Soon enough, we finished our meals, Mike paid the bill and we exited into the cold weather outside. Our breath could be witnessed swirling around our bodies, fixed to the pavement below our feet.

"So, thanks for tonight Mike. It was great" I told him, whilst trying to make a swift exit to my apartment, which was luckily only a ten minute walk away.

"Bella, wait" he called, grabbing my arms to spin me around and place his chapped, dry lips to mine. I tried to push him away but he was a strong man, eventually he let me go, providing a wide grin from obviously being proud of his actions.

"Look Mike I'm sorry but I just don't like you in that way".

"What?", Mike sighed disappointed by my words. "We could be a great couple Belly, I mean Bella".

"Sorry Mike". And with those two words I walked away waiting for the tears to fill my eyes. I had regretfully signed myself away to a life of singlehood and it was my entire fault. Edward and I could have worked if I was not so stupid!

A sob broke free from me as I tried to wipe away the salty tears that were falling down my cheeks, no doubt causing black stains also. I was too carried away by my stupid insecurities when I ran into somebody's strong chest.

"Sorry" I mumbled before taking a look up to the victim of my actions.

"Edward is that you?"

"Bella?" he replied.

Age 24

EPOV

I was sick to the heavens of these blind dates my friend Jasper kept setting me up on. He needed to stop playing cupid and look for his own girlfriend. Every date was a disaster and none of them compared to her. Bella. I found it hard just saying her name, it just brought back the memories of her beautiful face and the amazing times we shared together. I was now a successful composer, creating music for various television programmes and advertisements and boy did they pay well.

I was returning to my apartment from another disastrous date with a bimbo called Lauren at a local Italian eatery when somebody bumped into me. I immediately recognised her voice. It couldn't be, not after all these years.

"Edward, is that you?" she asked me, her voice still as beautiful to my ears after all these years.

"It's me Bella. What's wrong? Has somebody hurt you?".

"No of course not, just another bad date that's all". I couldn't help but chuckle at the similarities in our situation.

"Me too" I replied earning myself the gorgeous sound of her laugh.

She had her hair down in beautiful curls that framed her delicate face. A figure-hugging blue dress complimented her porcelain complexion and pleased my tired eyes.

"You must be freezing", I stated, "Do you want to come back to my apartment? It's not far I promise".

"That would be great Edward thanks. That's not unless it's a bother".

"Of course not, anything for you my Bella".

We somehow managed to catch up on the majority of the last four years of our lives during the twenty minute walk. Bella was now a successful journalist and absolutely and positively single. Please God; please say this is a sign.

The warmth of my apartment swiftly soothed our previously cold bodies but no sooner than I had closed the front door my lips were greeted with those of Bella. They were soft and comforting just like I remembered all those years ago.

"I love you, I'm sorry", she whispered.

"I love you too Belly" I replied as Bella giggled uncontrollably. It was great to have my love back.

Hope you like it! ICDM x