Bella's Babe

62) Sunrise Eyes Part 2

AU/AH/OOC/

Bella/Rosalie pairing

Rating: M
Genre: Romance/ Femslash

A/N: I don't own anything you recognize, and Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight.

The next day I awoke with a determination to forget the night before had ever happened, or at least, to forget her. So, after an extra-long shower and a hot coffee in the biggest cup we owned, I picked up my cell and scrolled through the phone book, looking for Edward's number.

I giggled when I came upon it, under the heading 'Edward - that guy you met last night'. I pressed send and listened to it ring with a small smile on my face, but it quickly faded when a woman's melodious voice answered instead.

"Hello?" she sang into the phone, and every hair on my body stood on end. As much as I should have been horrified by the situation, all I could focus on was her voice - it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

"Oh, I um, I uh..." I stammered. "I think I have the wrong number."

"Were you calling for Edward?" the beautiful voice asked me, but before I could respond, I heard a more familiar tenor in the background.

"Of course they were calling for me, it's my fucking phone! Give it here!"

I could hear the sound of the phone changing hands and then Edward's smooth voice greeted me. "Hello?"

"Oh, hi...it's Bella, from the party last night." I said, suddenly unsure about calling. "Is this a bad time?"

"No, no. Not at all!" he exclaimed, and then quickly apologized. "Sorry about my roommate...she's always doing that, no matter how many times I ask her not to."

I breathed a sigh of relief at not having interrupted a morning-after scene or worse. I hated awkward situations.

"Oh, that's ok," I told him. "I have roommates, too. I understand."

He chuckled and I heard a door click shut before he continued. "So, I wasn't expecting to hear from you so soon, not that I'm complaining."

I laughed uncomfortably. "Does that make me look like a loser? I promise you I'm not."

"Not at all," he replied, and I could practically hear him smile through the phone. "Actually, I was really hoping you would call. Are you free today? Maybe we could meet up somewhere..."

"Oh," I said, slightly surprised by his sudden eagerness, but I didn't let it deter me. "Actually, I guess I am. What did you have in mind?"

We met for dinner at a quaint little Italian restaurant downtown, and then wandered the streets until the stars came out and the bugs began swarming around our heads. Edward was a perfect gentleman the entire evening - opening doors for me and pulling out my chair at the restaurant, and even offering me his jacket when I got chilly as we walked.

On top of all that, I was happy to find that we got along wonderfully. He was funny and witty, and we shared the same tastes in everything from food to movies to music, so there was hardly a stall in the conversation all night.

I learned that he was two years older than I was, and in his sixth year of medicine at the University. His parents were richer than the Sultan of You-Name-It, so he wanted to become a doctor and open a free clinic on the East side of town. It was a notoriously poor and dangerous neighbourhood to be working in, but when I mentioned this, he just shrugged and told me, "Everyone deserves to be cared for." I smiled and nodded in agreement, pledging to volunteer there as often as I could.