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Again, another short one, but I swear next time it'll be longer.
I haven't had the time to do any longer ones.
But that'll change, I promise.
Anyhow, here you are.
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chapterTWO
I sat in silence in the cab, my head turned habitually towards the window, though not seeing anything, blinded by my tears.
"Excuse me, love, but we've arrived," my graying cab driver prompted kindly. I jumped slightly at his voice, so lost in my thoughts. I gingerly took a couple of bills from my purse and handed them to him. As I stepped out of the cab he offered me a tissue which just brought on a new wave of tears, my heart so touched by his kindness.
"Th-Thank you s-so much," I sobbed, before running into the vestibule of the apartment block we'd arrived at.
I seated myself on one of the couches, drying my eyes and trying to catch my breath, hoping to create some sort of semblance to a human being. After finally relaxing, my breathing back to normal, I approached the front desk where a kind-faced ageing woman was seated. Her name tag read Jeanette. Ah, this was the woman I was to see.
"Can I help you?" Jeanette asked warmly, looking up at me expectantly. I cleared my throat, feeling dry and thirsty after my recent release of tears.
"Uh, yes. I'm Isabella Swan. Angela Weber is renting out her apartment to me. She told me she'd already called you. Jeanette, right?" I said gingerly, not wanting to make enemies on the first day by not pronouncing her name right.
"Right! Bella! Yes, Angela told me you'd be arriving soon. Sorry, dear, I've just been so scattered today. Here's the key," she handed me a silver key. "You're on the 4th floor, Apartment 4B, right down the end. It's a gorgeous apartment, you'll absolutely love it!" she exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. God, I loved this woman. And I loved Angela for the apartment.
You're probably wondering why an apartment building has a front desk. Don't worry, I did too. But, Angela had informed me, as the building was a private one, certain rooms had been set aside for tourists who wanted to explore the city and needed last-minute accommodations. Apparently it was very good business.
I walked slowly up to the elevators and pushed on the up arrow. The elevator light flashed just seconds after I pushed it, as the doors began to open.
I blushed, embarrassed, having walked in on two, otherwise engaged people. The woman was blonde, and pushed up against the wall, scowling at me, peeved at the intrusion. She was wearing white short shorts, paired with a blood red camisole. Her black stilettos looked like death traps to me.
But the man. God. He was breathtaking. I gasped at the sudden arrival of a sheepish, crooked smile.
"O-Oh God. I'm s-so sorry!" I stammered, trying to absorb the magnificence of the male specimen before me.
He had pale skin, something that really brought out the emerald of his eyes. His goddamn eyelashes were longer than mine! He had the lean, muscular body of an athlete, his black t-shirt hugging his torso perfectly. His jeans looked like they had been created especially for him, hugging his frame so magnificently, making me wonder what was underneath. But the most outstandingly amazing aspect of this male? Not the eyes or the smile (though those came in a close second), but the colour of his hair. So casually disarrayed, the rich bronzes and golds reflected the light in the most wonderful ways. My knees almost failed me when that luscious mouth of his opened and the most beautiful, melodic, velvet, voice escaped those lips. Oh God, those lips.
"No, the fault is all ours." The Greek god before me said. He ran his fingers through his gorgeous hair, sheepishly. That one slight action on his part had me burning hot, fire threatening to erupt, as I wished that it was my hand in his hair. I desperately wanted to touch it. And, God, so much more. "Obviously this is a public elevator, and we were behaving like children. I apologize." He grinned, dazzling me, my vision going haywire.
"Eddie." The blonde whined, immensely annoyed by my presence. "Let's go." She tugged on his arm.
Eddie winced slightly at the mention of his name. God, what a shame. Everything was so perfect about him. Everything. And then he got stuck with a name like Eddie. Unbelievable. Parents ruin everything.
He stepped out of the elevator, his eyes still on me, the blonde sauntering behind.
"I'm Edward," he began. I almost yelled in relief. Edward. The perfect name for the perfect man. "Are you going to be living here?" he looked at me questioningly, his emerald eyes sparkling like true gemstones, at my bags. The blonde sighed in contempt, glaring at me.
"Uh…" I began, eyeing the blonde uncertainly. Edward noticed the direction of my gaze.
"Oh! Jess! I almost forgot you were there!" he laughed, oblivious to the daggers she was sending at me. "Sorry, this is Jessica. She lives here too. 3rd Floor." He smiled beautifully.
"Didn't catch your name, though," Jessica cut in, snootily, eyes still narrowed at my two toned blue and white tulip wrap-around tank dress. It was fairly short and I was showing a fair bit of leg.
"Uh, it's Bella. Bella Swan. I'm on the 4th Floor," I answered uncomfortably.
"Bella." Edward repeated, softly. Coming from his mouth, Bella sounded like the most impossibly beautiful name to ever be known. I had never particularly appreciated my name, but after hearing it from those lips, I instantly loved it.
"Beautiful," Edward continued. I almost fainted there and then. Had he just called me beautiful? Or at least my name? God save me! I was only slightly dismayed, though, when he finished his sentence. "In Italian, right? Bella means beautiful?" he gazed at me quizzically, waiting for me to respond.
Before I could, though, Jessica interrupted. "Who cares, Eddie. Now, let's go, I'm starving!" She wrapped her arms around his waist possessively, smirking at me.
Edward looked at her, as if only just seeing her, then relented. "You're right. Let's go." He said to her. Jessica smiled quite prettily, for a bitch. I mentally smacked myself. I don't normally have such strong emotions as anger towards someone I just met.
To me, he said, "It was lovely meeting you, Bella. Hopefully we'll see more of one another." He smiled, dazzling me again before walking toward the glass doors that led outside.
I watched him walking, his back to me, giving me the perfect view of his behind. God, did his jeans fit perfectly, or what?
Jessica squealed as he purse dropped to the floor. Edward, the gentleman he seemed, bent forward and picked it up for her, his jeans tightening beatifically over his buttocks.
Oh yes. Sex on a stick.
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