The Angel's Name Is Alice

A/N: Alright, this is my first attempt at writing any story EVER. I'm not really a creative person by any means, but I've always liked the Bellice pairing, and I got an idea and decided to go with it. So please let me know if I should keep this going or if I should just give up and stick to reading instead.

Disclamer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters

Chapter 1

God, it's too early. 7am and I just can't go back to sleep. This is nothing new though. I can never sleep in when I'm in a strange place...especially when I'm not alone. I look to my right and Angela is still dead asleep in the bed next to me. Must be nice. I look around the hotel room a few moments more before finally accepting the fact that falling back asleep is no longer an option. Damn. Well, I can't turn on the TV because it'll wake up Angela, and she can be such a crabby person in the morning. Forget that.

I walk over to the window to get a view of the town of Forks. It's still really foggy outside. Being from Arizona, fog is definitely something I'm not used to. I could feel the cold coming in from the closed window. I hate the cold. But Angela wanted to come here. She wanted to visit her family and her bf, Eric, and I just tagged along. I needed an excuse to go on vacation. I'd been working too much and I haven't used any of my vacation time. My captain practically made me take a week off.

I have over 8 weeks of vacation time that has rolled over in the last couple years, and I had to use them or my captain would get in trouble for "working me too hard". Whatever. He says that he'd rather me take a few days here and there then me take the last 2 months of the year off. Seeing that it's already early September, I had no choice. I never really ever felt the need to take time off from work. I love my job. I'm an FBI agent and a damn good one too. Over the past few years, I've been offered some promotions to desk jobs but I love being out in the field. I love the adrenaline. And I love the fact that I can kick the shit out of assholes that think their above the law.

From the window, I see a Starbucks about two blocks down the street. Maybe I'll get some coffee and a Chai tea for Angela when she wakes up. I comb out my hair, put on a minimal amount of make-up, and throw on a plain dark green v-neck, a light black jacket, and some dark wash jeans.

I walk out of the hotel, and the cool air rushes over me. I take a deep breath in and I relax instantly. Hmm. Maybe a week here won't be so bad. I start making my way down to Starbucks and taking in my surroundings. It's still early but the morning traffic is starting up. I see big yellow school buses picking up kids. Thank God I'm not in school anymore.

I head into Starbucks and notice there's only one person in line ahead of me. I take my phone out of my pocket and look over the Facebook newsfeed. Song lyrics, song lyrics, people complaining about their love lives, pictures from a party the night before, song lyrics, blah, blah, blah.

"Crap! I think I left my wallet at home!" My attention is drawn up to the girl in front of me who appears to be digging through her purse. "Forget it, then. Ugh."

"I can pay for you," I speak up. The girl turns around, and instantly, my breath is caught in my throat. Damn. She has the most beautiful pair of emerald eyes I have ever seen. She has pixie-like features, and soft, medium-length, dark brown hair. My eyes travel down her body noticing her wearing a simple, low-cut (but not too low), white t-shirt with black denim skinny jeans that make her legs look long and slender even though she a few inches shorter than I am. Fucking gorgeous. Yes, I am bisexual. Sue me.

"Oh no. It's ok. You don't have to pay for me," she says. Her voice is like velvet, almost musical. Answer stupid!

"Uh…no don't...don't worry about it. Umm…it's no big deal really," since when the hell do I stutter. Smooth dumbass.

"Thank you," the beauty smiles, flashing perfect teeth. Of course. I lost my train of thought again…nice.

"What were you going to order miss?" the barista asks pulling my gaze away from the girl. Oh yeah. Coffee. Right.

Careful not to look at her again so I don't lose my focus, I order. "Can I have a grande, hot caramel macchiato and a grande, hot Chai tea please?" I give her my credit card and step to the side to wait for my drinks.

"Really, thanks again. It's really sweet of you," she smiles. God I love her smile.

"No problem. Everyone needs a break every once in awhile. Uh besides, I saw the opportunity to do my annual good deed." …Annual good deed. Wow. That's the best I could come up with. She laughs anyway. Even her laugh is alluring…like soft wind chimes

"Why do I highly doubt that I was your only good deed for the year? I can't even believe that it's the only good thing you done even today."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, you're either really thirsty or you're getting Starbucks for someone else and seeing that one is tea and the other is coffee, I doubt they are both for you," she smirks proud of her observation. I raise my eyebrow. I'm impressed by her observation as well. Most people wouldn't have noticed.

I smile…not as pretty as hers but a smile nonetheless. "The tea is for my friend, Angela. She's still asleep in the hotel room."

"I knew you weren't from here! Where are you from? What brings you to Forks?" She looks actually interested. Huh…

"Here are your drinks ladies! Have a nice day!" says the barista as she passes us our drinks over the counter. I grab hers first and hand it to her causing her fingers to brush over mine. Tingles dance across my hand briefly from the contact. Whoa. What the hell was that? Her breath catches just a bit as her eyes flicker with confusion for only a moment, then smiles as she waits for my response to her questions. Wait, did she feel that too?

"Umm I'm actually from Phoenix, Arizona. My friend, Angela is from here though and she wanted to visit family and friends so I'm just..uh tagging along." I really need to quit stuttering.

"Angela Weber?" she asks.

"Yeah?" She knows her?

"I went to high school with her! Wow I haven't seen her in years! How long are you guys here for?" I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Forks does look small.

"A week. We just got in last night." My phone starts buzzing; Angela is calling me. Speak of the devil. "Excuse me for a sec," she nods. "Hello?" I answer.

"Hey Bella, where are you?" asks Angela with her voice all groggy. She must still be lying in bed.

"I'm at the Starbucks down the street getting you tea. I'll be there in a sec."

"Mmm kay. I just didn't know where you were. See you in a bit," Angela mumbles. I hang up the phone and look up at the girl patiently waiting. She's got to be a model…

"That was Angela. She just woke up," I tell her.

She purses her lips. "Guess you should go then huh?"

My stomach drops. "Yeah, I guess I should." I don't really want to go…

"Well, tell Angela I said hi and if you aren't too busy, I'd like to get together with you guys some time to, you know, pay you back for the coffee," she looks down as she finishes her statement. She looks almost vulnerable as if expecting rejection…I must be imagining this…

"Yeah, sure. I don't think I'll be too busy," Psh I'll clear my schedule even if I was. Then it hits me. "Wait, I don't even know your name."

"Right, I'm sorry. My name is Alice. Alice Cullen," she smiles. The angel's name is Alice.