Library Rendezvous by antiaol.pdf

Library Rendezvous by antiaol

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4775304/1/

BPOV

I recently came to the conclusion that my life, for all intents and purposes, was

only slightly more interesting than that of a nun. I mean, sure, I'd gone out on

dates, I'd been to parties, I had two of the best girlfriends anyone could ask for

who drag me out against my will from time to time. But, for the most part, I was

incredibly boring.

Which was why I was sitting in the campus library at….8:27 on a Saturday night,

might as well stamp my forehead with a sign that reads "can't get laid to save my

life!" Yeah, it'd been a while. Well, been a while since I had a good lay, anyhow. I

shuddered at the thought of my last horizontal tango.

The library was deserted, as it was on most Saturday evenings. Apparently, I was

the only loser lame enough to actually fill their Saturday nights with thoughts of

papers and homework.

I took a seat at my usual spot in the library – a cozy little corner table way in the

back. I tossed my bag on the table and plopped down in the chair, ready to get

busy completing the paper that I had due next week.

I grabbed my iPod and ear buds and got comfy in the place that would be my

home for the next several hours. Just because I was a loser, didn't mean I had to

study without the comfort of some mood music.

I selected the playlist I wanted and grabbed my laptop from my bag, ready to get

started on my thoroughly exciting Saturday evening plans.

I was half way through my playlist and had made a nice dent in my paper when I

stopped for a quick potty break. On my way to the bathroom, I noticed – once

again – that I was the only one in the library, save for the nerdy guy behind the

desk manning the place for the evening. He was nice enough – a little on the shy

side – but we had chatted quite a few times over the past several months since

the start of school. It was pretty much my Saturday night routine to come here to

get my work done, except for the times when Alice and Rose put their foot down

and demanded my presence at a bar or club for the evening.

I arrived back at my table and set forth on finishing my paper, maybe I could get

out of here before midnight tonight. I had just plugged my ear buds back in and

was clacking away at my laptop when one of my favorite songs came on. The

music left me no choice but to start tapping my fingers on my keyboard and

nodding my head to the beat. Without doing so consciously, I started lowly

singing the lyrics to the music, getting more lost in them by the second.

I was well into my own little world, jamming away to my tunes when something

caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and noticed

someone standing directly in front of me, leaning on the back of the chair

opposite me.

I made this strange yelp like squeak and jumped a couple inches up off the chair.

Standing there in front of me was Adonis incarnate. His long, slender fingers

hung over the back of the chair across from me. I noticed his toned and slightly

tanned forearms, revealed by his sleeves that were rolled up to just below his

elbows. I continued my visual quest up the rest of his Godlike body to his clearly

toned chest. I could see his sexy collar bones poking out from behind the open

buttons he'd left at the top. His jaw was well defined – squared, angular and all

man. His lips…oh God his lips…were full and red, and very inviting. I darted my

eyes up to the mop that was on top of his head – perfectly disarrayed and

striking in color. Dark brown with these beautiful, rich copper highlights running

through it. I dropped my gaze down to his eyes and felt my breath hitch. He was

staring at me – evaluating me just as I had done to him. His brilliant green eyes

gazed back at me with an unreadable expression. Realizing that I had not only

just blatantly ogled him, but that I had also just been jamming out in the middle

of the quiet library – all the while singing I was sure slightly loud given there

were no other noises in the vicinity - I couldn't stop the blush from creeping up

my neck to my hot cheeks.

"Wow. Those are some hot moves ya got there," Mr. Adonis spoke in front of me.

"Um…yeah, sorry, I thought I was the only one here," I said, ducking my chin to

my chest, overwhelmingly embarrassed that I had just made a fool out of myself

in front of the Calvin Klein model standing before me.

"Well, by all means, don't stop on my account. I was quite enjoying the show."

His beautiful lips curled into this sexy smirk and I felt my body flush.

Shit. This happens from a damn smirk. What could he do to me if he actually

touched me?

He grabbed the chair he was leaning on and sat down in front of me, sexy smirk

still in place.

"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen." He held his hand out, waiting for me to introduce myself.

"Bella," I said, trying to regain some of my composure. I grabbed his hand and

shook it gently. His skin was soft, yet manly – rough at his fingertips like maybe

he had calluses from playing the guitar. He grasped my hand for longer than

necessary, while gazing intently in my eyes.

I cleared my throat and he dropped his hold on me, my hand flopping down

loudly on the table.

Way to turn to Jell-o, Bella.

"So, what brings a beautiful girl like you to the library on a Saturday night? I

thought I was the only one dorky enough to spend my weekends hiding away

studying."

"Oh. Umm. I have a paper due next week that I wanted to get completed." I

wondered if he really did spend most of his weekends studying like he suggested.

I was sure I had never seen him before on my past excursions to the library – I

most certainly would have remembered him. Perhaps he studied at home and not

in the library – I was generally the only one here this time of the week. Of

course, I was also certain I was the only one here tonight and we know how well

that turned out for me. I figured I might as well ask.

Come on, Bella, cling to that tiny bit of confidence you have hidden way down

deep.

"How about you? You said you were…let's see…ummm, dorky enough to spend

your weekends studying, do you come here often?" I asked, smirk of my own

firmly in place. If I was going to erase the horrid first impression Edward had

gained of me, I needed to be on top of my game.

"Actually…yes, almost every Saturday. I have a cozy little nook I like to stay at

on the opposite end of the library. I was just…ah…over here looking for a book."

Edward darted his eyes away quickly and then back at me.

Hold the phone… was that a blush I saw on his cheeks? Why on earth would he

be blushing about looking for a book? Unless he wasn't really looking for a book –

but why would he lie about that?

Oh. Ohhh. Was this Greek God purposefully on this side of the library….checking

me out? He said himself he was here almost every Saturday, and I was here

almost every Saturday. Granted, I did spend most of my time holed up in my

little corner of cozy over here, but that didn't mean that he did. What if he had

seen me before? Oh God. What if he had seen me jam out like this every other

flippin' time I was here, thinking no one else was around?

Panic started to build in my chest and I felt the familiar blush inching its way up

my face.

Crap, and I was doing so well at the confidence thing.

Edward was studying me carefully, no doubt interested in as to why I was

blushing all of the sudden.

Please don't think it's because I thought of you naked. Hmm…Edward naked.

Yummy.

"So, why the sudden blush?"

Oh great. I couldn't have met a hot guy, interested in talking to me that would be

willing to let embarrassing things like that slide without notice. Noooo…. I had to

meet this hot guy that wasn't afraid to call me on my shit. Ugh.

"Oh, that. Umm, I just blush a lot. Involuntary reaction, you know."

"Really? Cause I could have sworn I saw those beautiful brown eyes of yours

going a mile a minute thinking about something; anything you care to share?"

Dammit. That sexy smirk was back. And, so was the damp feeling in my panties.

Fuck.

Pull it together Bella! If he wants to play, let's play.

"Well, actually, I was just wondering why it was I had never seen you before.

After all, I'm here most Saturdays as well, yet I always assumed I was alone.

Hence the impromptu concert you just witnessed. Any idea why I would have

never run into you before?" I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed on my chest,

one eyebrow cocked awaiting his answer.

And….cue the blush.

Yes! I knew there was something fishy about me never seeing him.

"Oh. well…. ummm…" That's right… Time for you to be tongue-tied, buddy. "Well,

I…ummm…like to keep to myself. You know, to study."

Damn, even when he was flustered he was sexy.

"So, what are you listening to?" Edward asked, quickly changing the subject. He

leaned over the table and grabbed my iPod from beside me. Sorting through my

playlist, his eyes lit up when he came across the artists or bands that he knew.

"Oh! You have their new cd?" he asked, clearly excited while pointing at one of

the bands.

I leaned forward to see who he was pointing out and answered, my smile

mirroring his own. "Yeah, just got it actually. They're one of my favorites."

"Do you mind if I have a listen? I haven't gotten around to buying it yet and I've

been dying to hear it," he asked, while getting up and moving around the table to

sit next to me.

I could only gape at him, mouth hanging open like a fish, as he took a seat next

to me and proceeded to reach across me and pluck one of the ear buds out of my

ear and place it in his own. He selected one of the songs and started tapping the

beat on his knee with his fingers and had his sexy frickin' smile firmly in place.

So, we sat for the next couple of hours talking about anything and everything, all

the while listening to the eclectic selection of music that I had stored. We found

we had almost the same taste in not only music, but books as well. Edward was

extremely easy to talk to and after I got over my initial embarrassment, I found

that I was actually enjoying myself and was able to let the real me shine through.

Dorky library clerk dude came over to us a 5 till midnight and informed us he

needed to close up, so it was time for us to leave. I looked over at Edward, barely

concealing my pout, and noticed him sporting the same expression.

"I…um had a really great time tonight, Bella." Guh. Just him saying my name got

me all hot and bothered.

"Yeah, me too. Normally I spend my Saturdays with fictional characters, so it was

nice to talk to a real person for once," I said, smile in my voice.

"So…maybe I'll see you next weekend?" Edward asked, hopeful anticipation

written clearly in his eyes.

"Yeah, sure. I usually come around eight, so maybe I'll see you then."

Although it appeared that he wanted to see me again, I couldn't help but be

slightly disappointed that he didn't even attempt to get my number or any way of

contacting me. I remembered I hadn't even given him my last name when I

introduced myself so he couldn't even look me up.

Well, shit, isn't that just my idiotic luck.

I grabbed all my things that were scattered about on the table and quickly tossed

them into my bag. I stood up, tossing it over my shoulder and looked over to

Edward. He had a slightly contemplative look about him, like he wanted to ask

me something. Before I could find out what it was, he looked up at me and gave

me that sexy crooked smile.

"Come on, I'll walk you out."

He led the way, stopping by his table that was, indeed, at the opposite side of the

library from mine. Maybe he really was here as often as he suggested – I didn't

even know there were tables on this end of the library.

Edward grabbed his stuff that was strewn across his work space and tossed his

bag over his shoulder, using his other arm to make a sweeping motion in front of

him, guiding me to move ahead. He kept his hands firmly in place, one clutching

the strap of his bag, the other shoved in his pocket, while he walked me outside

towards the parking lot.

"Well, this is me," I said, stopping next to my old red truck.

"Wow…that's some beast ya got there."

"Hey! Don't knock Bertha! She's been with me for years and I love her like

family!" I said, mock hurt in my voice.

Edward chuckled his musical laugh and ducked his head down. It looked like he

was struggling with something – debating internally with himself. He looked up at

me, a slightly sad look in his eyes.

"Well, I guess I'll maybe see you next week."

"Oh. Yeah, next week. Maybe I'll see you then," I said, barely able to hide the

disappointment in my voice.

"Yeah, see ya…" Edward said, awkwardly waving at me while walking away.

I stood with my back to my truck, watching him walk backwards towards a silver

Volvo across the lot from me. He waived again and finally turned around,

continuing on his way.

I sighed and opened my door, jumping up into my baby. I tossed my bag over on

the passenger's seat and stuck my key in the ignition, set to go home to my

apartment, alone, once again.

- - - ℓл - - -

For the next several weeks, my routine became set in stone. I would go through

the motions during the week, anxiously anticipating my unwritten Saturday night

date with the library, and him. Alice and Rose didn't know what had gotten into

me. I hadn't told them of my encounters with Edward. I wanted to keep them to

myself for now. Like, if I actually voiced it, they would somehow disappear.

I began to put a little more time and effort into getting ready to go there. I

thought back to my first encounter with Edward and cringed at the memory. Hair

undoubtedly pulled up into a messy bun, wisps falling all over the place. Jeans. T-

shirt. Old, ratty Chucks. The Bella Swan signature wardrobe.

If I wanted to give Edward incentive to ask me out, I needed to step up my game

a bit. So, I began wearing my long, mahogany hair down and slightly wavy. I

started putting on a bit of make-up and taking more notice to my outfit choices.

Still jeans and t-shirts – I couldn't vary that much from my style. But, now at

least, they fit me snuggly, hanging low on my hips, and shirts fitted to show off

the little curves that I had.

We continued to sit and talk, all the while listening to music. I learned about his

family back home. About his childhood. Why he decided to become a doctor. I

learned about his love for music – both the piano and guitar. I hoped to be able

to hear him play some day.

In turn, he discovered things about me. Why I decided to become a journalist.

About crazy best friends that harassed me every weekend to go out with them.

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