Hiya peoples. Tada, I'm amazing.

Here is the first OFFICIAL chapter of the most polled for story, Club Cullen!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm putting up a poll for you to vote if you want to have the FIRST time Bella and Edward met at his old club ( well, not really the old club, but the get drunk club, anyways). It would be a one shot that led up to this, set five years ago. Please vote!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love you all, now onward!!!

Playlist:
Misguided Ghosts - Paramore

Trust Me - The Fray

Where'd You Go - Fort Minor featuring Holly Brooke

All at Once - The Fray

Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Jason Castro

The Drinking Song - Jenny Owen Youngs

Previously:

I am Edward Cullen and I have a date tonight.

Club Cullen

Chapter 1

Edward point of view

I walked back to my car after a short shower and ironing a green button up shirt that supposedly matched my eyes. I grabbed a random pair of jeans from the drawer and slipped them on. I put on some shoes and messed quickly with my hair.

I pulled on my pea coat, got in my Volvo, and drove back to the club. I walked through the back door and greeted everyone in the kitchen.

The head chef, Jasper, and his sous chef and wife, Alice, were in the middle of making a Cullen House salad, which consisted of the best ingredients.

I walked out into the main space, which had loveseats and armchairs and one end and circular tables with fine china at the other end. In the middle there was parquet dance floor which had a stage in front of it.

I looked at the tables, which had some regular customers and some new. The armchairs and couches were now occupied by a group of college students. I looked now at the stage and saw the backside of a girl with a tiny frame.

Her hair was both wavy and curly, chestnut colored. It was partially covered by a slouchy beanie that covered most of the shortest layer of hair. She had on a cardigan and a dress that ended mid-thigh and some high heels.

She then turned around and I saw they peep toe stilettos. "Rosalie" I sighed. If she wasn't my brother's wife, I wouldn't know any of this. But of course, she had to brainwash me.

She was strumming her guitar, eyes covered with smoky eyelids as she got into the music. She looked really peaceful, a small smile on her red lips. She started singing. Her voice was absolutely amazing.

{Just pretend that these are all her original songs}

[Misguided Ghosts – Paramore – off of "Brand New Eyes"]

{Verse 1}
I am going away for a while
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes

{Chorus}
And run
From them, from them
With no direction
We'll run from them, from them
With no conviction

'Cause I'm just one of those ghosts
Traveling endlessly
Don't need no roads
In fact they follow me

And we just go in circles

{Verse 2}
Well Now I'm told that this is life
And pain is just a simple compromise
So we can get what we want out of it
Would someone care to classify,
Of broken hearts and twisted minds
So I can find someone to rely on

{Chorus}
And run
To them, to them
Full speed ahead
Oh you are not, Useless
We are just

Misguided ghosts
Traveling endlessly
The ones we trusted the most
Pushed us far away
And there's no one road
We should not be the same
But I'm just a ghost
And still they echo me

They echo me in circles

[End of song] ( That is a really goood song, you should listen to it!!)

She was picturesque. One of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

She had a necklace in with a ring. Probably from a boyfriend.

No one this pretty could be single.

I turned and looked at our new building, which we got when got too busy and the Fire Marshall got involved. With that opportunity we changed our name from "The E's" to "Club Cullen". I walked into my office in the back and pulled up the internet.

"Might as well learn something about this girl." I muttered.

Thirty minutes later, I had learned all about her from her interview with the school paper at the local college after she won the talent show, and another interview from the local paper that did a story on her. She lived in downtown Chicago and was a Cubs fan.

What Good taste she has. I thought to myself.

Her=r favorite color changes frequently and she had a best friend who was gay named Jake.

The necklace she had was a trinket and she never left home without it.

She loved Italian food.

She didn't seem like a girl that Emmett usually picked out.

They were usually blondes that had a common problem with their brains, they didn't work.

I walked out of my office and sat at the back of the room. Bella was sitting on the stool, strumming away and singing with her angelic voice. It filled the air and I saw a bunch of people gathered on the dance floor, much more than usual.

I smiled. She's very good for business.

She finished her set twenty minutes later and we closed up five minutes later, at nine o'clock.

I had still yet to meet her, and this was the time to. I walked up to her, and tapped on her shoulder. She quickly turned around, stumbling backwards and I caught her just as she was about to fall. She readjusted herself to face me. She was gorgeous, and oddly familiar looking.

"Hi, I'm Edward."

DAh, nun, nuh.

The official meet and greet is next chapter. Please review, it makes people feel better, and I like being vain/ self assured. ;)

143, Z