You've Got Twilight!

Ahh yes. You've Got Twilight!. Will the twisters NEVER END? So... sad to say, I'm kind of... stuck on this story, which is dreadful, because this was one of the first, decent Twilight stories I've ever tried writing. I have the whole plot down and all, but I also have a severe case of Writer's Block. I definitely don't mean you turn you off this story, so please, by all means, go ahead and read what I have so far. Just don't be expecting an update too soon. Considering OTJOH! is getting way better reviews than this one. -grunts-

Synopsis: Think You've Got Mail Twilight style. Bella owns a small bookstore in Forks. When a Cullen Books comes to town towing the gorgeous Edward Cullen, can they both set aside their prejudices? Who are SingingAngel and EcBoy? [LiNk]

As quickly as I could I opened up his first e-mail:

Good morning, SingingAngel. What is on your agenda today?

I glanced at the time it had been sent and received, which was very early this morning. I tried to quench the disappointment that I suddenly felt coursing through my veins and frowned. I had forgotten that he had sent a second e-mail.

SingingAngel,

Why do I have the feeling you’re ignoring me on purpose?

EcBoy.

He probably wouldn’t be around to read my answer yet, but it wouldn’t hurt to reply anyway.

Hey, EcBoy. I’m not ignoring you. I went to work this morning, was flirted with by a few 8 year olds, a young dad and an employee, fell over a few cardboard boxes full of books, pretty much had a breakdown, and talked myself hoarse. All in all, a pretty typical day for me. But enough of me. What did you do today? Sorry I haven’t replied sooner, I was at work and just got home now.

SingingAngel.

I hesitated, wondering if I should add any more or take any thing out. I shrugged and pressed send, suddenly nervous. I decided I needed a nice up of tea to calm me down, so I stood up, walked over to the kitchen and brewed myself a cup.

I paced back to my computer; idly tapping on the edge of the keyboard, almost wishing for a response that I knew had no way of happening. EcBoy had the same kind of hours I did – unpredictable and plenty of them.

Therefore, I was pleasantly surprised when a simple line that made me the happiest in the world popped up.

You’ve Got Mail.

SingingAngel, You never told me, do you have a boyfriend? As to the flirting issue, if your disposition online is as real as your disposition in real life, then what man in his right mind would pass up a chance to spend a few minutes of your time? This is not flattery, it’s the truth. Are you sure I don’t know where you live? :) You’re probably blushing right now. xD EcBoy.

I was blushing by the time I got through this e-mail. My jaw had also dropped to the floor. How did I respond to e-mail like that? My fingers moved slowly as my brain whirled.

EcBoy,

I do not have a boyfriend, nor am I looking for one.

No, that didn’t sound friendly at all. I pressed the backspace button.

I do not have a boyfriend, and I like my life. I had the urge to add, don’t go around screwing it up, but I didn’t.

No, you don’t know where I live, or you’d probably be around here in about five minutes, considering you know me so well.

SingingAngel.

I pressed Send as quickly as I was able to, half of me hoping I was too late and half of me hoping I wasn’t.

You’ve Got Mail.

I clicked almost frantically on the email, and felt my heart give an uncomfortable leap.

SingingAngel,

I enjoy my life as it is too. Did you see any more of that guy whom you hate so much? You know, the stalker? And yes, I do know you so well.

EcBoy.

I blushed furiously. He sounded so smug…

EcBoy,

I’d like to wipe that smirk off your face. I paused. This was something totally new in our Cyber relationship. No, but considering the fact that he’s left me alone ever since we started talking, I have some suspicions as to who that might be.

SingingAngel.

Sure enough, two minutes later I got a response.

SingingAngel,

If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were a tad annoyed… xD

Crap, I’m sorry, Singer, I need to leave. Someone I never wanted to see again just called my office. Do you have MSN, by any chance?

EcBoy.

I snickered as I clicked on the reply button, my tone slightly scornful.

Where do you think I live, the stone ages?

Yes, I do.

SingingAngel.

Sorry its so long!