Twilight One-Shots

You're Still the One

Looks like we made it

Look how far we've come, my baby

We mighta took the long way

We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it."

But just look at us holding on

We're still together, still going strong

(you're still the one)

You're still the one I run to

The one that I belong to

You're still the one I want for life

(you're still the one)

You're still the one that I love

The only one I dream of

You're still the one I kiss good night

You're Still the One ~ Shania Twain

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A/N

This one isn't very long, and it's distinctly drama-free. Well, pretty much. It was just an idea that popped into my head, and needed writing.

Lucy xX

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Time: modern day, Seattle

Type: All-Human, romance, fluff, low angst

Rating: PG-13

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I first met Edward Cullen at the worst university party in the world. It was senior year, and my girlfriends, Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale, had decided that it was time I got my nose out of a textbook and found myself a boyfriend. I told them they were being ridiculous, but agreed to go out anyway.

The first boyfriend I'd ever had was in my freshman year; after that disastrous relationship, I decided not to stress myself over men, much to Alice and Rosalie's disgust. They both had doting boyfriends. Jasper, who had been Alice's high school sweetheart, and Emmett, who had, apparently, asked Rosalie out when they'd run into each other in a bar...after having a one-night-stand the previous week. The hottest ever, she said.

Too much information? I know.

So, while my friends went off with their significant others to dance, I sat at the bar waiting for another round of drinks. Which was when I set eyes on Edward.

While I'd love to say that it was love-at-first-sight, it wasn't. In fact, we barely spoke. I ordered the drinks, bashed into him on my way over to the gang, apologised, and we both went on our way.

It wasn't until the following week that I noticed him again, sitting in the corner of a coffee shop, furiously typing away at a laptop. Clearly, I wasn't the only one with finals just around the corner.

It almost became a habit. We'd see each other at the same coffee shop on the corner nearly every afternoon when I came in after my last class. For nearly a month, we exchanged nothing more than smiles, and then I'd sit down at an empty table, take out my laptop, put my headphones in, and work until they started kicking people out. What can I say? I preferred coffee shops to university halls.

Finals came and went. I passed my accountancy exams with flying colours, much to Alice's amusement (she'd been there to witness my slacking and scraping through exams during high school), and found myself a small, cheap house in Seattle and a job. I didn't think much about Coffee Shop Guy.

At least, not until we ran into each other in - you guessed it - a coffee shop, several months after I'd left university. And by ran into each other, I mean that literally.