Until he came along – Chapter two

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I sighed as I speed-dialed number three, Angela, who answered after just a ring.

“Hey, hun! You’re already home?”

“Yeah, I’m on my way.”

“The date didn’t go well?” she asked with her voice full of concern.

I sighed while rounding the last corner. “It was okay. Mike was cute.”

“But…?” she pressed on impatiently.

“I don’t know…we just didn’t click.”

“What’s wrong with you? Finding a boy for you is exhausting!”

“No one forced you to find him for me. I’m happy with my life!”

Angela sighed and I rolled my eyes. She was never like this until she met Ben. She somehow felt guilty, because both she and Alice was in a relationship while I was single. I didn’t mind, but they apparently did.

It was not like I didn’t want a boyfriend – in fact, I really wanted one. But I didn’t want to be the one that kissed all the frogs in the world to find my prince, which was basically Alice and Angela’s tactic. The two of them begging alone I could handle, but together…

“You’re still going clubbing with us tomorrow night?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Okay. See you then.”

“See ya,” I replied and hung up.

Suddenly I felt really exhausted and wanted nothing more than to pass out on a comfy bed. After a quick shower I stumbled into my room and feel asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

…

I really felt like clubbing tonight. I had bought a new dress and new shoes last week, which I was dying to use.

My eyes fell on the demo Eric had given me yesterday and I decided to listen to it now while I was cooking.

Serving the CD into my multimedia-system, I pressed play and an advance guitar tune filled the room. I felt myself raise my eyebrows in surprise. Not half bad.

I went to the fridge to get the ingredients for a recipe I found a few days ago, that I had been dying to try. My eyes scanned the shelves and  I frowned. I don’t have milk.

When the guy started to sing, I felt shivers creep up my spine and the goose bumps rose all over my body. Eric was certainly not exaggerating – this was a really big deal.

I picked up the phone and dialed his number.

“Yeah?” he answered in no time at all. Eric always had his phone near his hands.

“Eric, it’s me. You know the demo you gave me a few days ago? We could make some awesomeness with him, I totally approve.”

“Isn’t he a real catch? I knew you’d like it! He will do great for us!” he gushed.

After hearing more about how ‘fantastic’ this guy was and I had stopped counting how many times he said ‘catch’ after fifteenth time, he finally hung up. Eric was a big talker, but he was good at what he was doing. Find a better assistant and I’ll chop my right arm off.

I grabbed my coat and scarf before heading out to buy some milk while humming on the demo. As much as I hated to say it, it really was a catch.

Crossing the parking lot, I suddenly heard a high pitched sound and turned around in time to see a car coming against me. My hands flew to cover my head while I felt my heart miss a beat before the car hood crashed against me with a loud bang. The world was blurry as I felt my body fly up in the air before I fell to the ground.

I turned my head up and stood up, in shock of what just happened. While I was brushing away snow from my coat and jeans, the driver ran out.

“Are you okay?” he asked panicked.

“Um…yeah?” I said surprised and laughed surprised. I mean, I was just hit by a car and flew across the parking lot – yet, I stood here and brushed away snow from my clothes. And I’m pretty sure I didn’t hit my head.

“Are you sure? Are you bleeding? Where does it hurt?”

“Nowhere?” I said, still as surprised. This was almost hilarious. “My hip hurt a little.” I tried to walk and winced when I moved my right leg.

“Hey, miss, are you okay?” someone called. “I saw the whole thing from the store.” He turned to the driver. “You need to change your tires, you stupid ass.”

“I haven’t gotten the time!”

The new guy ignored him. “Can I take you to the hospital, miss? Better safe than sorry.”

…

I was sitting on a hospital bed and the nurse asked me some questions. I answered as best as I could.

“The doctor will be here soon,” she said finally and left.

I sighed before looking around a little awkwardly. Soon I started to hum the demo tune again, until someone opened the door.

“Isabella Swan?”

“Bella,” I corrected automatically to whoever that had called my name, before I realized I was in a hospital. “Or, I mean, yes, that’s me.”

“Would you like me to call you Bella?”

I looked up and was met by a pair of ice blue eyes and a fairly young man – he couldn’t be more than five years older or so – dressed in a white rock.

“Um….” I swallowed hard and looked down. “That’s what everyone else calls me.”

“Bella it is then. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, actually. I mean, I got hit by a car, but I’m surprisingly okay. My hip hurts a little.” I kept my eyes down, not daring to meet those ensnarling ice blue eyes.

I heard some papers shuffle and I looked up behind my lashes to steal a peek on him. His blonde hair was neatly combed back but somehow it didn’t look weird. He was pretty handsome.

“Look here.” He held up a finger and flashed with a flashlight in front of both of my eyes. “Your vitals looks good, no signs of any head-traumas. I think you’ll be just fine,” he said and smiled.

“Good,” I replied and smiled back, before looking down again. This time, my eyes fell on his name tag – Dr. Carlisle Cullen, it read.

“Maybe we should take a X-ray on your hip, just to make sure nothing is broken. Can you walk?”

“Yes, but it hurts.”

“Here,” he supported my weight and after taking a X-ray he was ascertained that my hip would be fine.

Carlisle cleared his throat and walked a little closer. I swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of his presence. “So…I know this is sort of unprofessional but…could I take you out on dinner tonight?”

I blinked in surprise, taken aback by his straight forward attitude. “Um, not tonight, but tomorrow maybe?”

He offered me a charming smile. “Sure. I have late shift, but I we could have a dinner date?”

“Okay,” I heard myself answer.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked me in the eyes. “You’re free to leave. See you tomorrow.”

I watched as he walked out of the room. What just happened?

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