AN- First off, I am so, so sorry for not updating sooner. The Holidays were crazy busy, I went on vacation, and my school's musical practices have just started. I also had to completely change the second chapter, which was already typed up and saved in a special folder I keep on Zefron in my pm box. Again I apologize, I'm going to try to update weekly from now on.

Secondly, if anyone wonders why this story is rated T, I did that for procautionary reasons, because I will have some violence later in the story. But I don't write SC, and I don't use foul language, so you don't need to worry about that ;) .

Third, for this story to work, Carlisle has to be a little OOC. Not too much, just some.

And lastly, I don't know how old Carlisle says he is to trick the humans of Forks. (I know it's mentioned somewhere, but I've looked all through Twilight and can't find it) I know it's in the upper 30's. For this story, I'm going to say he "pretends" to be 37.

Thank you for reading that long AN, now here's the update you've been waiting for.

Disclaimer-I do not own the store Hollister, I don't even shop there. Lol.


Chapter 2

I had to be dead.

There was no other explanation. No one this beautiful could be human. I somehow must have died from an explosion of some sort when I opened the door, and now this angel was here to greet me. Nothing else made any sense.

Tha-thump, Tha-thump.

I snapped out of my haze. Ok, I was very much alive. The extremely loud pounding of my heart in my chest proved that.

He walked forward, almost appearing as if he was gliding. He remained smiling the whole time as he held his hand out for me to shake.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and you are?"

What was my name? I knew it started with a B, but beyond that I went blank.

I think I forgot how to breathe.

WHAT THE HECK WAS WRONG WITH ME?

I never freak out during job interviews, never. And more so, I don't normally melt into a pile of goo at the site of every decently attractive guy I see. I could walk by the finest of Hollister models, and not even know it.

I'm sure I've done it before.

But here I was, standing in front of a man who could put Patrick Dempsey to shame.

And I was a Patrick Dempsey fan.

"Brooke Jeffers." I finally managed to say, as I shook his hand.

I shivered. His skin was ice cold, as if he kept his hand in a bag of ice all day.

He smiled once more, as he walked back behind his desk and took a seat.

Wow, this guy must think I had serious issues. I was probably starring at him uncontrollably, and it had taken me five decades to tell him my name.

I sat in a chair that was placed in front of his desk, and without consciously knowing it, I handed him my application. While he looked it over, I scoped the room to keep my distracted, and help stop that really annoying dizzy feeling in my head.

His office was plain, and simple. White paint on the walls, a desk with a computer, and a few chairs. There were some pictures, his bag he took with him on house calls, and various papers on his desk. The room certainly wasn't much to look at, so I wasn't distracted for long.

My gaze shifted back to him and I allowed myself to study him further, now that my head had cleared a little. I had always thought I was a decently attractive person, but certainly nothing compared to the Doctor. I was relatively short, about 5'4. I had long, curly blond hair that was a fright in the mornings. Bright blue eyes, medium-toned skin. Nothing special.

After what seemed like years, he sat down my papers and looked up at me. If this was a movie, this would be the moment when the choir would start singing.

"This is a very impressive application Miss Jeffers."

I bit my lip and smiled. Respond Dummy! Respond! "Thank you."

I needed to seek help. This was not normal behavior for me. I had never had trouble forming a sentence around attractive guys before. Of course those guys weren't so handsome they might as well have a halo and wings.

He proceeded to ask me the usual questions, why I wanted the job, why I thought I'd be good for the job, on, and on, and on. As the interview went on, I found myself coming up with a response quicker.

Still could not breathe.

After just mere minutes, he rose again. Cue the choir. He smiled for the millionth time, and I saw his perfectly aligned, white as pearls teeth. He must of had braces when he was a child. No one can be born with teeth that perfect.

He shook my hand again.

"It was an absolute pleasure to meet you Miss Jeffers."

Such a proper sentence. All people should talk like that. "It was a pleasure to meet you as well Dr. Cullen."

I then turned towards the door to leave, so I could get out in the hallway and smack myself so I would wake up.

"Miss Jeffers." He called, before I could even touch the door handle. I turned around, towards the sound of his voice. He stood behind his desk, with both of his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you again." He smiled, and winked.

I merely nodded, murmured a thank you, and rushed out the door and into the hall.

He must be laughing at me now.

I leaned against the door and closed my eyes, only to find myself semi-gasping for air.

I opened my eyes and asked myself for the millionth time that hour what was wrong with me. As I was hyperventilating, a nurse who was walking by stopped when she saw me, and smiled.

"Aww honey you saw Dr. Cullen for the first time, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"Don't worry dear, it happens to the best of us." She said with a smile and a pat on my arm, before she calmly walked into the lobby.

Okay, so I wasn't the only freak on this planet. This happens to everyone. Good.

I walked out into the too-brightly lit lobby, and listened to the sound of that Gertrude lady yapping to someone on the phone. If I did get the job, I made a not to myself to find out what was up with her.

As I walked back outside and into the parking lot to head home, I noticed that the line of girls had all crowded into a messy, huddle-like group. I heard someone shouting for help, so I tried to run over there as best I could in heels.

"What's wrong?" I asked some girl with a messy brown bun on top of her head.

"Our friend just, passed out." She said, pointing towards the ground.

I looked down and saw a girl laying on the sidewalk.

Another girl came to my side."We were up all night getting ready for today, we've been in line a long time, we haven't ate since yesterday."

"She's probably exhausted." I said, when I felt someone push me to see what was wrong.

"What seems to be the problem?" Gertrude crowed.

She too, was told the same story I had been told.

"Well someone needs to get Dr. Cullen!" Gertrude told me, looking as if she would pass out herself.

I took off pushing my way through the crowd, and ran back to Dr. Cullen's private office and flung open the door.

He looked surprised to see me.

"Dr. Cullen, you need to come outside quick! Some girl has passed out while she was waiting in line."

He was up in a second and out the door before I even had time to digest what happened.

I saw he left his bag on his desk, and snatched it up as I ran after him.

He was already with the girl when I got there. I sat the bag on the ground and handed him his stethoscope. He looked at me shocked, but continued to take the girl's pulse.

Gertrude fetched some people with a strecther to take the girl inside, and it wasn't long before she was wheeled through the large doors leading into the hospital. Dr. Cullen whispered something to Gertrude in the chaos, and it didn't take long for an announcement to be made that sent the rest of the job hopeful girls home.

I saw that everything was taken care of, so I turned to start the hike towards my car, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Miss Jeffers."

I turned around, and saw Dr. Cullen in front of me.

"What you demonstrated today was pure excellence at its finest."

I felt my cheeks turn five shades darker.

"I was going to offer the job to you anyway, but that, was the icing on the cake." He grinned. "Can you start tomorrow at 9 in the morning?"

I nodded.

"Great." Was all the more he said, before he turned back toward the hospital.

I walked to my car in a haze, and sat down in the driver's seat.

Ok, so if I wasn't dead, I had to be dreaming.

I hope you guys like it. If you have anything you'd like to say about the story so far, please write up a review. I always look forward to the feedback I get from my readers. Thank you very much for taking the time to read my story!

~Hazl~