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This story was inspired by the song Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg. It's a beautiful song and I recommend listening to it at least once in your lifetime if one wants to die knowing they have had complete satisfaction in their life.

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I never really believed in the idea of predicting your own fate. But, I'd never doubt the power of the tongue again.

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"What the hell are we gonna do now?"

They – Emmett and Jasper – were all looking at me. They were always looking at me. Like I was supposed to have the fucking answer to life or something. Which, newsflash! I didn't. Somehow I became the leader of this group and I don't remember ever volunteering.

"Hey," I started, annoyed. I plucked a couple chords out on my guitar trying to ignore the glares that were being thrown my way. "I stayed up all night writing the song! You cannot expect me to think of everything."

Emmett punched my shoulder. Hard. "Edward, we have all had to write songs, however, you being you, just had to wait until the very last minute. Regardless, we're screwed now." I rubbed at my arm. Emmett was always whining at me. Not his best trait, if you ask me.

I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back against the couch. "We're not screwed."

But, we totally were.

Allow me to bring you up to speed on the past ten years.

Emmett, Jasper, and I are in a band called Breaking Dawn. Breaking Dawn got its start in eleventh grade at Fork High School's Battle of the Bands. We started getting legit gigs during twelfth grade and by freshman year in college we got discovered in some random club. Sp, much to our parent's dismay, after about a semester into college we dropped out and moved to New York to pursue our careers as Rock Gods.

However, our careers as Rock Gods got put to an abrupt halt when the lame ass record label people claimed that although my voice had some "serious potential" and that although we all brought our own "interesting character" to the band, we really needed a lead singer who could really bring something, a wider audience, even, to the band.

In other words they wanted a babe lead singer.

They brought in this girl, total babe, named Tanya Denali. Long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, rocking body... The works. Tanya and I sing lead in our band. However, lately it's been mostly her.

And we, as a band, are known worldwide – okay maybe just this continent – and have successfully made two number two albums, and have at least 10 number two songs. And, that's great. There is absolutely nothing wrong with our success. Not many people can say they've gotten to where we are. And, that's huge. I should be very proud, but something's missing. We have never reached the number one spot. We always get so close, but never quite grasp it. But, this album was going to be the one. Our number one. I could just feel it. So this unnecessary drama, this rock band bullshit, this temperamental ego clashing was definitely not what we needed right now.

But, yeah, back to being screwed.

There's a reason for that.

Tanya, while being a total babe, is a total pain in the ass. My ass, in particular. She is what they call an all work and no play type of woman. Apparently, she has every right to be mad at me. Yes, our album is running a couple months late. But, we (me) didn't feel like it was ready yet. Why send out something that you know isn't perfect? And, yes, we do have to finish this song by nine in the morning, which gives us only approximately six hours. But, I tend not to respond well to "or else's". They're always so empty anyway. But, the guys are not really willing to take that chance.

However, there was no reason for anyone to burst out the door, throwing a huge tantrum, flinging around words like "I quit!" just because I might have been making funny faces behind her back while she was having, what she likes to call, a serious moment. Nevertheless, apparently the phrase "I quit" means she doesn't want to be part of the band anymore or something. The problem is we still need that song finished by nine and I do not believe our "interesting character" will be enough to carry this song, especially since I put my heart and soul into writing this and I want it to be perfect.

So far, this is what I've come up with:

Plan A: Record the song without Tanya

We were Breaking Dawn before her, we can be Breaking Dawn after her. My voice can stand alone. I am a Rock God.

Plan B: Call in for back-up

This will work, of course. Plan A, I mean.

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So, it looks like I may have to go to Plan B.

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"Em, Jas, there are tons of females out there that we know who we could get to feature on this song."

Emmett nodded sarcastically. "Yeah, probably. But, not at four o'clock in the morning."

I pursed my lips and looked over at Jasper who was lying out on the couch with his face in the cushions. "Well, I don't know what to tell you guys. I tried to sing it myself and you guys didn't like it." I tossed whatever was in my hands onto the ground. "I did my part. It's out of my hands now."

"Hell, no." Jasper popped up suddenly. "It's your fault we're even in this godforsaken mess." His face began to turn red and looked over at me seriously. "If we get kicked off of the label because of this, I'm never speaking to you again."

I swallowed, but rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry, but you guys are asking me to the one thing that I would rather pour bleach in my eyes and then stab my foot and then saw off my arm like that guy in 127 hours than do." I grab my guitar and get up to walk out of the room, when Emmett grabbed me from behind and yanked me back onto the couch.

He gets right in my face and whispers as serious as I've ever seen him. "If you hadn't slept with Tanya, we wouldn't be in this mess. You fix this. You fix this." He and Jasper get up and walk toward the door, before they leave Emmett threw a piece of paper at me.

"Call her."

I ducked away from the paper like it was made of acid. Calling her ranked about a number three on the Things Edward Cullen Never Wants to do In Life list.

I paced back and forth for what felt like hours, but was probably (and hopefully) only minutes. I ran over possible conversation starters in my mind, most included the weather and family. I breathed in and breathed out and finally picked up the phone and the piece of paper that had fallen on the floor. I dialed the number and listened to it ring. And ring. And ring.

"… uh, hello?" The voice on the other line answered. It was her. I could tell even through her groggy, sleepy voice.

"Bella Swan." I stated.

There was a pause and then, "Ew." I could almost hear her frown. "Edward Cullen, you jackass. How the fuck did you get this number?"

"Still harboring all that misplaced hostility, I see." I said. "Tell me, why is it exactly that you are so hostile towards me? I think normally I'm the one who's supposed to be hostile in this situation. At least that's what I've read in all those Normal Response from Normal Human Being articles that Sports Illustrated always has floating around."

"And yet, here I am, being hostile."

"Here you are." I replied back just as sarcastic. "I wonder, if you bottled all that hostility and harnessed all that energy into something useful, think of all the actual useful things you could do."

"And, just think of all the ways I could kill you without even having to move a finger!" She said with mock enthusiasm.

"You always were the creative one in the bunch. I could never compete with your intellectual prowess."

"Seriously, who gave you my phone number?"

"Esme," I admitted.

"That bitch." She muttered to herself. "Fantastic. Look, Edward, I've got things to do and I don't feel like bickering with you. What are you even doing up this early? Can you even breathe this air?"

I took the phone from my ear and glanced at the time. It was five a.m. now.

"Now, Bella, is that anyway to talk to someone you haven't spoken to in, what's it been, Bells, like, two years?"

"Ten."

I laughed. "You say potato."

There was silence on her end for a while and I just knew she was about to hang up.

"Okay, Edward. We'll do this your way." She breathed out. "What's up, Edward? How's life? That little band you have, you're still doing that right? How's that going for you?"

I scoffed. Little band. "Well you know, that little band of mine did perform at the last Academy Awards. I could see how you wouldn't know about it, or anything, Miss A-List Movie Star."

"What do you want, Edward?" She was just the same as always. Always cutting to the chase. No bullshit. No games.

I sighed and licked my bottom lip. "I need your assistance." I paused. If I was going to do this I would have to be straightforward. "I mean, help. I need help. I need your help. I need you to help me."

Silence. I just loved silence.

"Could you possibly, maybe, drop by the studio really quick? Sing a couple of lines? Then continue on with whatever you were going to do for the day?" I rushed out, running a hand through my hair and the other one was burning a whole through my thigh.

"Uh, what now?" Except she said it so fast that it was more like uhwanow?

But, she heard me.

"Bella,"

"No."

"But – "

"I'm sleeping!"

"Bella, I - "

She interrupted, "Edward, there are millions of people hanging out on the streets of New York, just dying to catch their big break. Literally. Ask one of them."

"I would love to. But it needs to be done in the next few hours and the guys want you. We know you can sing. You've been in the band before and –"

"Edward, that was for a dumb Battle of the Bands concert that took place in our high school gymnasium. And, it was one time. You kicked me out afterwards."

"It was a collective decision!" I covered the left side of my face with my hand and let out a huge breath.

"How do you possibly believe we'll finish a whole song in four hours?" She asked. "You think you can finish a song in one day?"

"Hey," I joked. "Rome was built in a day, wasn't it?"

"No, it wasn't." Her voice got louder. "And that's exactly my point, Edward!"

"Bella, I wouldn't ask if I hadn't already exhausted all my other options."

"What happened to Sandy?" She asked. I clenched my teeth. She meant Tanya. She knew her name. Everyone on this continent knew her name.

"Bella, I really need your help on this one. We're on a huge time crunch here. Tanya's gone and I could really lose my job here. And," I paused, thinking through what I was about to say. I continued slowly, "You owe me."

I heard her sigh and I knew she was breaking. I could practically hear it.

"Two hours – "

"YES!" I yelled to the guys that Plan B was in action.

"- you get me for two hours. Not a minute more."

"Totally."

"And there are rules." She continued. I rolled my eyes and her persistence. "But, only one really. No arguing." I scoffed and then she amends. "At least to the point where I can get a migraine."

I smiled to myself. "Absolutely." My ass is saved.

"And no mention of…" I heard her swallow.

"Don't worry about it." I waved my hand to the empty room. "You need the address?"

"No," And then she hung up.

This could work. This would work.

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"Bella Swan!" Emmett grabbed her up in a huge, tight bear hug as soon as she walked into the room. "I haven't seen you in ages. I've missed you."

She was as beautiful as ever. She had long brown hair and deep brown eyes. She looked older but not aged. Her features had softened and she seemed skinnier. If that was even possible.

She smiled a huge, wide grin. "Aw, I missed you, too, Em." She walked over to Jasper and gave him an equally warm hug.

Jasper grinned at her. "I caught your last movie. Brilliant."

She did a mini-curtsey and faked a British accent. "Why, thank you, kind sir."

"Seriously," Jasper said, throwing an arm over her shoulders. "I'm hearing Oscar buzz."

Bella scoffed. "From who?"

Jasper smirked. "Okay, so the buzz is mostly just Alice and I talking amongst ourselves. But, the buzz has to start somewhere, am I right?"

Bella poked him in his belly and giggled. "You're always right."

They walked right up to me and her smile left her face instantly. "Edward."

I answered in the same neutral tone. "Bella." I looked over at the guys and turned toward the sound booth. "Let's get to work."

We have about three hours to make some serious magic here. I handed her the song lyrics and she sat down on the sofa and began to read them over. I chew my bottom lip nervously as I watched recognition spread across her face.

I turned away from her and grabbed a bottle of water. I spit out at her, "Start memorizing. We don't have a lot of time."

First, we have her listen to the track, but only about a good three times. Not enough for perfection, but it would have to do.

"Okay, um. I'll take the first part, alright? I highlighted your parts, see? We've already done most of the instrumentals. So all we need to do is sing." I reached over her, pointing to her paper. She stiffened. I pretended not to notice. "Also, it helps if you actually act like you mean what you're singing, okay? Feel the song. Make me believe you."

"I know how to act, Edward!" She stabbed me in the arm with the back of her pencil. I raised an eyebrow and pointed to the microphone in our sound proof box. "Well, then, enlighten us, Oh Great One."

She looked back at me, and stomped – there really was no other way to describe the way she moved – into the booth. Once I had entered the booth, I set up the papers on the stand in front of us and mess with the microphone. I breathed out. This was going to be weird. Singing with Bella. Singing to Bella. Especially after everything that's happened between us.

I cleared my throat and licked my lips. "Um, Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop. Take One." I say into the microphone, and strap on my guitar.

Bella raised her eyebrow at me, and I stared back straight into her eyes – only because, you know, I had to feel the song. Jasper started strumming the guitar and then I joined in. I continued to stare into her eyes as I sang, "I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you"

Bella stared back at me with a blank look and something flashes in her eyes. But, it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. However, she missed her cue.

"Uh," She blinked at me as we stopped playing. "That was your line."

Her blinking became rapid. "Right! Sorry, um," Into the microphone she stated, "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop take 2?"

I smirked. She was nervous. It was cute. I so rarely ever saw her unsettled and unsure of herself. But, I refused to let my mind wander down the path of reasons why she was nervous. Especially the road that lead to her being nervous to see me for the first time in years. And me singing to her. That path never crossed my mind.

I started again, "I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you."

Bella bit her bottom lip and sang, "Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you"

And she's staring me right back in the face, almost as if – and this may be completely crazy – she means every word she was saying.

"I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down / I want to come too"

She smiled at me and sings, "I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you"

I placed my hand on top of the one she had resting on the music stand in front of us. "No one understands me quite like you do / Through all of the shadowy corners of me"

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knewI think that possibly
Maybe I'm falling for you
Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine / Now I'm shining too
Because, oh, Because I've fallen quite hard over you

If I didn't know you I'd rather not know
If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew
All of the while
All of the while
All of the while it was you, you

By the end of the song there were many things that did NOT happen. We definitely had not somehow gotten insanely close – to the point where I could almost actually feel her breath on my skin. My hand had definitely not somehow made its way to cupping her cheek. Somehow, my guitar did not end up behind me. And our lips were most certainly not basically two centimeters away from hers. These things most certainly did not happen.

But, maybe they did.

We held each other's gaze until we heard,

"Oh my god,"

"That was epic!"

Bella suddenly pulled away, turned her back to me, and wiped at her face.

I turned to the glass and saw Emmett at the sound board holding down a button. Emmett jumped up and down. "Does anyone else smell a number one hit? Or is that just me?"

"I smell it bro!" Jasper agreed, laughing.

Emmett let out a large guffaw. "Of course, you do man. Eddie, you smellin' this?" And, although this metaphor had gotten way out of hand, I knew it would end until I agreed.

"I smell it."

Emmett grinned wide. "Bells?"

She nodded her head quietly flustered and said, "I am also smelling this thing that all three of you are smelling as well."Jasper and Emmett burst out laughing at that.

I looked over at Bella and notice she won't make eye contact with me. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She said confidently. "We done here?"

"We just have to sing it through a couple more times. Just to make sure it's perfect."

She bit her lip again and I rushed out, "Um, we can do it separately though, actually."

"Oh good," She let out a huge sigh. "That's good."

It turned out that my producer loved it. He said it was different than anything else we've recorded and that it was worth the three month wait. All that jazz. He loved the idea that Isabella Swan recorded the duet with me, especially since she was such a huge star right now. He was pretty much jumping for joy by the time he got ready to leave, murmuring about all the people he had to call.

After the producer left, Bella called me into the sound booth. She crossed her arms, licked her lips, and all the color was drained from her face.

She licked her lips again, "That song –"

"Written years ago." I interrupted, throwing my hands up in defense. "It didn't really fit on any of our other albums so I saved it until it could be used."

She stared me straight in the eyes. I added, "I swear,"

Finally, she nodded and released her arms. "Okay." She shook her head and smiled. "Okay, good." She gave me a pat on the arm, muttered something about a breakfast meeting and flew out the door.

I finally plopped down on the couch to distress from my totally stressful, nerve-wracking, anxiety attack-causing day, only to be interrupted by Emmett and Jasper. I had my hands over my face but I could still feel them watching me.

"What?" I knew instantly that in just a few moments I was going to become extremely annoyed.

Jasper waved his hands around. "What was that? The you – and the Bella? And the – "

"Nothing," I quickly told him, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. I picked up someone's Red Bull and began drinking from it. "We were just feeling the music."

"Need I remind you of what happened when you felt the music with Tanya?"

I dropped the Red Bull from my lips. They knew that was an unspeakable topic. "Not funny."

Jasper, completely serious, replied. "Not laughing."

Yeah, well, neither was I.

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"Edward!" She was trailing behind screeching, throwing anything and everything she could get her hands on. "Edward, do not walk out on me!"

I whipped around suddenly and stared her deep in the eyes. I gathered up all the hatred and anger I felt at the moment and said darkly, "You bitch! You manipulative slutty bitch!"

She stopped dead in her tracks and hurt flashed all over her face. The pillow in her hand fell to the floor. "You don't mean that."

"I do." I nodded. "I really do."

Her eyes filled with tears and she began shaking. "You don't understand. You have no idea what I've been through today."

"You're right. I'm sure it takes a lot of energy to be a whore. There's probably a lot of preparation that goes into -" She slapped me right across the face. Hard. My face was stinging and it took everything in my power to calm down and not retaliate. She's a girl. She's a girl. She's a girl. I turned quickly on my heel and marched toward the door.

"You don't get to be angry." I heard her trailing behind me. "Do you hear me? You don't get to be angry! I get to be angry."

I turned my face to the side so I could see her in my peripherals. "Honestly, you have the most fucked up logic out of anyone in the entire world." I could feel myself starting to tear up and I sniffled. "But, I don't even care anymore. I honestly don't." I walked out and slammed the door behind me.

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