Bella and Edward belong to Stephanie.
"Damn! It never ends does it?"
Of course. My stupid subconscious didn't get enough of him at the coffee shop. He had to come here too.
"Excuse me?" Edward says with a quizzical look on his face.
I scoffed in reply and downed the rest of my martini.
I turned back to look at him and was caught off guard. He looks a lot more real than I usually imagine him. I can never get his eyes right and the scent is always off.
"Wow. I really out did myself this time." I say to myself.
His facial expression gets even more confused. "I'm sorry, what?"
Please. Like he didn't hear me.
"Nothing, you're just a lot more real than usual. I usually never get your eyes right."
"Okay, I'm officially lost." He says and flashes my favorite crooked smile. But it doesn't touch his eyes.
"Me too." I whisper to myself.
"So how have you been Bella?" He asks changing the subject.
The scoff that came out this time was involuntary.
I can't believe this! Why is my subconscious being so cruel? I mean seriously!
But then again, what the hell? Why not humor myself.
But I am gonna need some alcohol for this. Better make it strong.
"Excuse me, bartender. Can I have two shots of straight vodka please?"
The bartender turns around and this time actually looking I don't notice him. Must be new. I also notice that he's not that bad looking. He's got green eyes and long bronze hair, nicely defined muscles. And is that a tattoo on his arm?
Bella Vita
I'm still looking at the tattoo as he pours my two shots in front of me and leans on the table.
"Here you are beautiful." I look up at him to see he's smiling as I down the first two.
"Keep 'em comin, please." I reply with no facial expression.
"Sure but only if the first 3 are on me."
So he's flirting. I look over at Edward who is still looking at me.
Probably surprised about my drinking.
I turn back to the bartender.
"Sure."
He pours me two more and I turn back to Edward after downing one shot.
"I see you've picked up some new habits." He says with the look of complete disapproval.
"So where were we?" I ask not wanting to argue about it with my imaginary Edward.
"You were telling me how you've been."
I stop to think about it for a minute while I down the next shot. Where do I start?
"Well, let's see." I can hear my words already beginning to slur. Damn. These work fast! "After you left I was really depressed. I don't even think that's the right word."
The bartender comes back with another shot and I down it immediately. Edward tells him not to bring me anymore but I just tell him to bring me martinis from now on.
"So yea, I was 'depressed' for a long time. Really long." I giggle a little bit when I think about how my friends stopped talking to me.
"Then I started to get better. And I graduated and I said hey. How about I get out of this stupid town?" I start to sip on my martini.
"So I decided to come here. Change of scenery you know. And I made friends and everything was great. All good." More giggles. "For a while the sun actually took my mind off of you."
The giggles were hysterical then.
"And then you came back." The look on his face made the giggles unbelievably worse. He actually looked worried.
"Up here I mean." I said through giggles as I pointed to my head. That didn't help the worried look.
"Bella, you need to stop drinking. It's not healthy for you to drink this much at once." He says reaching for my martini slowly. I yank it back before he can get it spilling a little bit.
"Look what you did! And why do you care anyway?" He looked away before I saw any emotion on his face.
I finished my martini and the bartender brought me another one.
"Anyways. It got really bad. So bad that I didn't go back for any holidays freshman year. And…..wait for it….." I did a really bad, off beat drumroll.
The look on his face was a mix of concern and confusion.
I drummed on the counter for a few more seconds before I looked into his eyes. My subconscious really went all out for this one.
The giggles started again as soon as I looked at him.
"And the, on the 4th of July before sophomore year I went home alone. I tried to hang myself."
The look on his face was pure outrage.
"YOU WHAT?" he yelled. Something attracted a few people in this direction but I know it wasn't his yelling because he's not really here.
"I tried to kill myself." I say in a DUH tone like the answer was obvious.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?" More stares from patrons.
"Figured it'd put an end to my misery. WHY do you even care?"
The look on his face was one of genuine hurt.
"Put the damn drink down Bella."
"NO."
"Put it down or I'll take it from you!"
"Bottoms up!" I down the whole glass out of spite and blow my breath in his face.
I'm beginning to look around to see what everyone's staring at when the bartender walks back over.
"I'm sorry sir. Is there a problem?"
WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! My heart skipped a beat.
He can't be talking to Edward.
There's no freaking way!
And then Edward replied.
OH. MY. GOD.
He's talking to Edward.
Edward the vampire.
Edward Anthony Masen Cullen.
Which means he is actually here.
No. Freaking. Way.
He's actually here.
"No. No problem. I was just about to take her home. Sorry for the disturbance." He says.
I'm so stunned that I can't breathe.
And I pass out.
A/N: I will post a new chapter as soon as i come up with it. Any suggestions? I'd love to hear what you think will happen next. And thank you to all of you who have added me to favorites and alerts.