A/N: Christmas fic! Um, so, I know I only posted a new story a couple of days ago, but this is going to be a short story, with 12 chapters leading up to 24th December! :D

Summary: Everyday Bella sees Starbucks guy, but can never get the courage to speak to him. What happens when Bella gets to photograph her favourite composer, Anthony Masen? R&R

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or Starbucks, or the Twelve Days of Christmas song :P

Enjoy! :D

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
A partridge in a pear tree.

9th December 2012

Bella:

I walk into the coffee shop, same as every other morning, and walk up to the counter.

"Cappuccino and a chocolate chunk cookie, please," I smile as I order, same as every other day.

"$5.80, then, and your drink will be at the end soon," the man, the same man, replies. Just like any other day.

I'm handed my chocolate chip cookie, and I take one final look before grabbing my cappuccino and taking a seat at my usual table.

Call me sad, but I may have a bit of a crush on the Starbucks man. He has copper hair, green, emerald, expressive eyes and the most beautiful smile. And that's all I know about him. I've guessed his age at 25 or 26, a couple years older than me. I don't even know his name.

So, every day, before work, I come here and ogle a bit at him. He probably thinks I'm addicted to coffee and cookies, what with my order never changing. The only words I've ever spoken to him are to place my order.

You could say I'm a bit shy.

Not all of the time. If my friend's saw this side of me…I'd be mocked for weeks. Me, shy? They'd laugh and tell you that you must be talking about a different person.

I guess when I'm around him I am a different person. Shy, awkward, and hopeful. Constantly questioning myself. Does he even notice me? Would he ever consider going out with me? Should I leave my number on a napkin and slyly hand it to him? No. Definitely not.

I slowly drink my coffee and eat my cookie, in no hurry to leave. Contemplating what I should do today, I decide to go to my favourite place. It's in Central Park, and it's a small lock running through the heart of it.

Picking up my bag, I quickly glance towards the door before heading out. The walk isn't long, and soon enough I'm slipping off my sandals and dipping my feet into the cool, crisp water. Carefully, I remove my Canon camera from its bag, and begin looking for something to inspire me.

I do this often, trying to find secluded spots to take unusual and different pictures. A job as a professional photographer has been my lifelong ambition, but it doesn't provide the best of incomes.

As I'm walking along with the water, I take a shot of the trees with the buildings of New York peeking out between them. The contrast between the peaceful forest and the New York skyline is evident in the picture.

I spend the rest of the afternoon submerged in photography, staying until it is fairly dark to get some night time pictures, the skyline becoming more vivid.

When I return to my apartment, my two best friends are already there, waiting for me.

"Uh, hello," I wave, placing my stuff down on my dining table and wondering why they're here.

"Have you been in Central Park all day?" Rose asks, bitch brow cocked and hand firmly on hip.

"So what if I have?" I reply indignantly.

"We've been trying to call you!" Alice huffs, this time agreeing with Rose. They should have learnt by now that when I'm taking photographs I switch my phone off.

"I was busy," I tell them, grabbing a beer from the fridge and walking back into the living room. I didn't offer them one, since they've probably already helped themselves.

"You've already taken hundreds off pictures of Central frickin' Park!" Rose wildly gestures around my living room, to my walls adorned with all the photographs I've taken. Well, not all of them. They wouldn't all fit.

To say Rose doesn't agree with my career choice would be an understatement. We spent almost a whole year not talking after one remark she made. Though, she still regularly tells me what an unstable job I have, and how I don't have a steady income.

Hypocrite.

She's says my jobs unsteady, but she's one to talk. As a model, I'd say her job is more unsteady. However, I refrain from telling her this. If only she would do the same…

"If you just came here to whine and bitch, you can go," I offer to both of them. Since neither of them move, I'm guessing there's more to their surprise visit.

"We were wondering if you wanted to go out with us tonight. Maybe, um…" Alice mumbles, trailing off at the end.

"Maybe what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at the both of them. I have a pretty good idea how she was going to end that sentence, but I want to be certain.

"Maybe you could find someone. Some guy," Rose sits next to me on the sofa, taking my hand in hers.

"I'm fine!" I shout unconvincingly. If there was going to be any guy that I'd date, it would be Starbucks guy. I'm perfectly fine alone, however.

"Oh, come on, Bella! Just one night out?" Alice pleads.

"Yeah, and it's getting close to Christmas. No one wants to be alone for Christmas," Rose adds. Now, I know my friends are only doing this to help, but I am honestly fine.

"I won't be alone. I'll have you guys. And my parents," I point out to them.

"You know that's not what we mean," Rose says gently, patronisingly.

Fed up of this conversation, and just wanting for it to be over, I reluctantly agree to go out with them. It should shut them up for a couple of hours, anyway.

Once at the bar, Rose sways off to some man in the crowd, leaving Alice and me alone at the bar.

"There's someone, isn't there?" Alice asks out of the blue.

"W-What?" I splutter.

"You have a crush on someone. Who is he? Or she?" Alice grins, looking at me expectantly. How she knows, I have no idea, but all I know is that it's impossible to keep a secret from her.

"It's a he, definitely," I giggle, sipping on my drink.

"What's his name? Age? Job?" Alice inquires.

"Um, I'm not sure. I'd guess 25 to 26, and he…he works at Starbucks…" I mumble, embarrassed about my lack of knowledge.

"You need to talk to him! When did you become shy?" Alice raises her eyebrows at me.

"Around him I'm just…ugh, pathetically shy! I've only ever placed my order, oogled a bit, then walked away!" I whine, drinking the rest of my drink.

"Tomorrow, you're going to get dressed in a super-hot outfit, and talk to him. Actually, no, you're going to flirt with him!" Alice squeals. Oh god.

Rose returns to the bar, man who's drooling close behind her, and Alice quickly fills her in on my crush. Dammit. Alice can't keep a secret for shit, despite always knowing everyone's.

"Guys, this is Emmett, Emmett, this is Bella and Alice," Rose points us all out to the drooling, muscular man.

"Hey," Alice and I wave a little.

"Hello, Rosie has told me lots about you two," Emmett says politely.

"Really? Because, it looked more like she was telling you about her tongue," Alice giggles. I just nod in agreement.

Soon after Rose and Emmett leave, so I ask Alice is that means I can go.

"Only if you let me dress you tomorrow morning," Alice bargains with me.

"Fine," I huff.

Hopefully Starbucks guy will notice.

A/N: Thoughts on the first chapter? Ideas who Starbucks guy might be? :D

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