Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or its characters. I own the plot of this, though.

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Chapter 2

"So what's it like?" I asked.
"What's what like?" he said, looking up from the book.
"I mean, you've just found out that you're freakishly similar to this storybook guy," I said. "It must feel a tad insane, yeah?"
"Well, it is odd," he decided. "She has most of the details right. I can't help but wonder whether the authoress based this on my life, then again, that thought is just too egocentric."

I laughed at that. He flashed a genuine smile at me and I couldn't help but grin back. I had yet to digest the fact that Edward Cullen was here in front of me, talking to me, even. All those nights wishing at precisely 11:11 finally paid off. I met him, the guy who reinvented the phrase prince charming. It was the guy who made every girl want a bloodthirsty vampire instead of a knight in shining armor. I was the fortunate girl who met him. I couldn't believe my luck.

"I really want to know more about this book," he mused as he returned my book.
"I can help you with that," I offered. "I'm undoubtedly obsessed with the series."
"There's more than one book, then? How many are there?"
"Three, as of the moment. The fourth one's on its way."
"I'd have to get a copy of this."
"So, can I ask where she was off?"
"Pardon?"
"You said she had most of the details right."
"Ah," he said as he rested his chin on his palm. "I'm not unbelievably gorgeous and I can't be compared to a Greek god, for one."

I laughed at his being clueless. Perhaps he was being humble? He smiled at me and continued on with his list.

"I don't know anyone named Isabella Swan."
"Yeah, you've mentioned earlier."
"And, most importantly, I am not a member of the vampire society."
"Are you sure?" I studied him skeptically.

He seemed amused with my doubt. He reached out to touch my hand. Upon contact, I felt an electric current travel through my body. He was certainly not extraordinarily cold, like the book says.

"Okay, okay. Good enough," I said in false surrender. Then I added with an untrusting look, "Good enough for now. But I'm watching you."
"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled. "I won't be attacking helpless humans while you're around."
"Good," I grinned. "So I'm wondering, your family…"
"Well, very akin to what the book says. I have two siblings: Alice, who's younger, and Emmett, my older brother."
"Awesome," I said as my mouth was left hanging a bit open.
"We aren't adopted, though," he smiled. "I can't believe I trust you enough to talk to you about my family, to think that I only met you a couple of minutes ago."
"I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable with my questions?" I bit my lip.
"Not at all," he smiled. "That's the thing. I don't mind talking to you about this."
"Amazing," I said. "It would be fun to get to know you and your life though."
"Would you want to?"
"Are you serious?" I asked, my eyes widening a bit.
"Hey, I want to get to know you, too. Though, we should probably switch locations. It's getting too crowded in here."
"Okay, but prove to me first that you are Edward Cullen and not some deranged pervert."

He laughed at the idea. He took out his wallet and showed me his school ID. Unsurprisingly, it denoted that he was indeed Edward Cullen and was a senior at some school. I smiled at him and stood up. We picked up our trays and shoved our trash inside the waste bin. We headed for the exit, which to me, seemed like an entrance to a whole new adventure with my paperback love.