This is my first fanfic, i'd love to hear what you think.

Sadly i don't own twilight. It's all down to Stephanie Meyer.

Epov

I woke to the sound of my alarm beeping. On any other day the repetitive beep beep beep would irritate the fuck out of me and I would be likely to have an act of violence towards the small metal box. But today I woke with a massive grin plastered across my face - today was the day I started at NYU.

I jumped out of bed and quickly made my way to my en suite bathroom hopping in the shower. Once I was out I through on a clean pair of boxer briefs, faded black jeans, a long sleeved gray shirt, a dark gray hooded jacket and a pair of black converse. I grabbed my keys, wallet and messenger bag full of things for school and went out side to my silver Volvo. Some people think its ridiculous to own a car in a city like New York but I found it impossible to part with. The thought of swapping my black leather seats for the stained, broken and ripped ones of public transport was damned near horrifying.

It had just turned 9am when I pulled up outside a local diner, my first lecture didn't start until 10am so I had plenty of time to grab some breakfast. I got out of my car and made my way inside. It was a standard diner - plain, white, simple. Nothing about the place had any sign of personal touch. I made my way to the short line contemplating what I was going to order.

It wasn't very busy for a Monday morning so I didn't have to wait in line long. There was a woman in her late 20's with badly died blonde hair and dark roots serving. I watched as she served the person in front of me, her too long pink acrylic nails scraping along the surface of the work top as she attempted to pick up a spoon, I tried to stifle a laugh as she slid it to the edge of the work top so it would fall into her other hand. Once the person in front took their food and walked over to find a table she turned to me with a scary smile and a batter of her pink sparkly eyelids Gulp. I cringed away and prayed that I wouldn't find any of her nails in my cappuccino. Just as I stepped up to the counter to order she thankfully got called away to take a phone call out back.

"I'm sorry sir, if you wouldn't mind waiting a moment while I go get someone else to serve you" Oh thank you lord.

With one last scary make my southern region shrivel up, not to be seen again until miles away from the scary chick kinda smile she hurried off to a girl who must have been around the same age as me that was wiping down tables near the back of the café. I watched as the girl nodded at the blond and made her way over. I now got a good look at her and inhaled sharply. She was beautiful with her large chocolate eyes, and long mahogany hair which just touched the small of her back. I smiled as she tripped over her own feet and quickly righted herself before she hit the floor by grabbing onto a nearby table, her face reddening from embarrassment, eyes darting around to see if anyone saw. As she got closer I could hear her quite mutterings of "I'm such an idiot", "so clumsy I should be locked up for the safety of the public" and finally my favourite "I can't believe I'm not paralysed yet". I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from bursting out into fits of laughter, it was just so damn funny, I could hear the true wonder in her voice when she spoke that last sentence.

I'm sorry I know I'm a dick but she's just so damn cute!! As if someone so delicate could cause any serious damage - she couldn't be any taller than 5'4'' and by the looks she couldn't weigh much either.

Once she made it round to her side of the counter she began "Sorry to keep you waiting wh-" she cut off abruptly when she had finished tying her apron and looked up at me. She blushed and then quickly looked down.

Hmmmm interesting….

"W-what can I get you sir" she stuttered out hesitantly meeting my gaze only to look away once again.

What's with the 'sir'? I'm only 21 freaking years old people!

I smiled "I'll have a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin please"

She quickly got to work plating my muffin and then making my cappuccino. It was interesting to watch - she was obviously clumsy but that only made her that much more endearing. It was shocking to see that such a little thing could find so many ways to trip, knock, drop, hit and slip in a kitchen. After only three minutes I was already understanding the wonder in her voice when she said I can't believe I'm not paralysed yet. She bent over at the waist to grab something from a low shelf and I found myself staring at her ass which was clad in tight black skinny jeans. Oh dear lord have mercy. My hard on was back full force now. As she stood back up I reluctantly pulled my eyes from her perfect behind and looked up to see that she was wearing a blue band t-shirt with a long sleeved white shirt underneath.

She placed my order on the counter in front of me, looking up she met my gaze and smiled shyly. "That will be $4.50 please"

I returned her smile, pulling a 5 dollar note from my wallet and handing it to her. "Thank you" grabbing my breakfast I add "keep the change"

I made my way over to a table conveniently placed in the corner so I could easily spy on the brown haired beauty but was hidden enough so that it wasn't to obvious. I sat down, took a sip from my hot drink and sighed watching her get to work.

Bpov

I woke up with a groan looking at my clock.

4.30am

I groaned again as I heaved my aching body out of bed and groggily headed to my tiny bathroom. Surprisingly I only managed to bump into the dresser and the sink in my sleepy state. The shower finished to soon for my liking. Once dry I pulled on my favourite black skinny's and my old band tee with a plain white long sleeved shirt underneath. It was my first day at NYU today so I should really make an effort but I was just not that kind of girl. I preferred to blend into the back ground and quietly observe rather than be in the spotlight. With my clumsiness nobody would want to be in the spotlight.

I looked over at the time again as I finished slipping on my boots.

5.07am

Sigh

I grabbed my house keys and purse and rushed out to catch the metro.

* * *

I arrived at the dinner just in time for my shift. I worked at the diner from 5.30am till 9.30am every week day. It was a plain little hole in the wall compared to most places but beggars can't be choosers and I was a beggar. I worked three jobs and have just managed to work them around my school schedule. It would be tight getting from one to the other and still be on time but it was something I had to do.

I am 19 and have no family in the whole world. I am on my own. Originally I had planned to just get as good a job as I could and hope that one day I would be able to get my life back on track and eventually make something of myself - even if that was just to be the manager of my local supermarket. What changed my mind and made my decision to move to New York like I have dreamed of since I was a little girl was a photograph on my coffee table of my parents and myself at one of my ballet recitals - I must have been only six or seven years old. We all looked so happy and even though I was hopeless at ballet I could see that my parents were proud of me. I realised in that moment that I had to do what ever it took to make my dreams come true and ultimately make them proud once again - that began with moving to New York and going to university. This was my second chance. I was starting over. The past behind me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and quickly made my way inside. It didn't take long for the she-devil to come screaming at me, her fake blond hair hanging limply at her shoulder. As she got closer she raised her right hand and pointed one of her bright pink talons dangerously close to my face.

"And why are you late!!" She growled at me.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not late Irena, I'm right on time" I lifted my arm to show her my watch. "There's not even anyone her yet" I noticed.

"That's besides the point! Now go get your things and get to work! NOW!!" WOW!! Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed.

I rolled my eyes again but did as she said, there was rarely any point in arguing with Irena, she was like a vicious bull dog when angry and I really didn't want to lose my job but I'm sure there's something about not punching co-workers in my contract.

Three and a half hours late I was wiping down tables near the back of the diner when Irena came bustling over. I suppressed a groan. "What do you want Irena?" She missed my snippy tone.

"You have to go over and serve for a while I'm needed in the back" She smirked proud of her self that she was more important. I rolled my eyes for the fiftieth time today. "Oh! And the guy at the counter is soooo hot!! So don't spill anything on the poor bloke just so you can get a feel, he's way out of your league honey" She gave me a fake sympathizing look. "Now go! Don't keep the hotty waiting!" I sighed and nodded before I gathered up my cleaning things and made my way over to the small kitchen. Just like the klutz that I am I tripped over thin air and nearly smashed my face into the mint green lino floor, luckily I righted my self by grabbing onto the nearest table. Embarrassed I quickly looked around to see if anyone saw and muttered to my self about inability to stay vertical.

I grabbed my apron and through it on while asking the customer what they wanted but by the time I looked up I was stunned into silence. Fuck me!!. The Adonis of a man standing in front of me was the single most beautiful man I had ever seen. He had a head of wild bronze locks sufficiently ruffled into the most perfect sex hair. How I would love to see that hair on my pillow. He seemed to unconsciously smile at me, his sparkling green orbs boring into mine. I blushed instantly and quickly looked down trying to hide it.

I took a quick breathe to try to calm my self.

"W-what can I get you sir?" Shit! I had to go and stutter like a complete tit!. I hesitantly met his gaze but quickly looked away again when I saw him looking straight at me, afraid to see the disgust in them of seeing someone like me gawking at him and stuttering like an idiot. Heh, I may as well just drool on him.

"I'll have a cappuccino and a blueberry muffin please" God his voice was beautiful. He had an amazing crooked smile on his face, his eyes shining down at me. I turned quickly before I did something stupid.

Like jump over the counter and lick his face. Yum!

Shush!! I did not ask your opinion!

I grabbed the counter and took another calming breath, willing my less noble self to shut the hell up. I started to put his order together and thought I could feel his eyes on me. I chastised myself for thinking something so ridiculous - as if the Greek god would look twice at someone as boring and plain as me. I had boring brown eyes, boring brown hair, I was a boring 5'4'', and had a boring social life - wait scratch that - no social life, what with school and my three jobs; at the diner, the club Apple, and a little bookstore/music store/film store called Jensen's Open Book. I pushed those thoughts aside and finished his order. Being so close to the guy was making me even more clumsy than usual which was not a good thing. Placing his cappuccino and blueberry muffin on the counter, I looked up and smiled shyly.

"That will be $4.50 please" He smiled back at me and I swear I almost collapsed right then and there. Handing me a five dollar note, he grabbed his breakfast and said "Thank you, keep the change". With that he walked to a table in the far corner while I stood there like the loser that I am staring at his ass.