DISCLAIMER: This applies to this entire story, if there is an entire story. I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, though I SO wish I owned Edward. And Emmett… but don't we all?

A/N

So this is a new story that I just came up with today. I know I'm still in the middle of IWGYP, but I came up with this and I just had to write and post it. Most of it will be in Edward's POV, if you guys vote to keep it going. So without further adu, I present to you… (drum roll)…E-Ville. Capitulo Uno.

CHAPTER ONE: Traditions Need To End Sometime

EPOV

"Congratulations, Mayor Masen."

"Thank you."

I knew I couldn't get that stupid grin off of my face as I continued to shake hands with the numerous colleagues and loved ones that were currently suffocating me with congratulations. Becoming mayor of Forks, Washington was something that had been planned out and hoped for my future since the day I was born. By the time I could speak, my parents had had my campaign all planned and ready to go.

I guess you could say being mayor of Forks was a… family tradition of sorts. My great-grandfather was mayor, as were my grandfather and his son, my father; Edward Masen Sr. He was the town's mayor all throughout my life, until now, that is.

Last May he decided that he would not run in any more elections, and that it was finally my time to take his place. My family and I campaigned long and hard so that I could keep the 'tradition' going and not lose to someone who did not bear the surname 'Masen'.

To be honest, I didn't actually think I would win. Sure, the entire town had known and loved my family for years, but my opponent, Michael Newton, was quite the contender. He really was a likeable guy, and he truly had some fantastic ideas about how to make Forks a better place to live. But I guess our fellow townsmen just didn't want to end the Masen era, and I was elected as the fourth Mayor Masen of Forks.

So there I was, 28 years old and with every ounce of knowledge I could have about the world of politics. I must admit, I was terribly nervous to see how I would actually do in office. Would I be a good mayor? Would the people that voted for me actually like me? Would the people that didn't?

"Congrats, your wonderful Mayor-ness."

I turned around abruptly at the sound of the voice of my long-time girlfriend, and hopefully soon-to-be fiancé. She stood there in a knee-length off-the-shoulder red dress and black stiletto heels, holding an obviously hand-made sash in her right hand.

"Well, don't just stand there like a dunce, hon. Bend down," she commanded with a smile. I felt my own starting to form as I leaned my head down to her level so that she could place the sash over my head.

"I now dub thee Mayor Edward Masen the Second," she said with a giggle. I couldn't help my own laughter slip out as she said the words. Mayor Edward Masen the Second. It was finally starting to sink in. Wow.

"Now we match, see?" She pointed to herself and I now noticed that she was wearing a sash of her own, with the words "MAYOR'S GIRLFRIEND" written in silver glitter. I had to laugh at that. She could be so much of a child sometimes. That's why I loved her. And that was why I was about to do what I was about to do.

"What were you going to do with these wonderfully made sashes if I hadn't won?" I asked her.

"I would've gone over to old Mikey's place and given it to him," she said, shrugging.

"What about yours?"

"What about mine?"

"Well, if I hadn't have won, you wouldn't be the mayor's girlfriend."

"Says you…" I think my heart just about stopped beating as she said that. She wouldn't have really gone and tried to be Mike's girlfriend… would she have?

"Relax, you paranoid silly-poo," she told me, laughing.

"That wasn't funny. You really had me worried that you would've actually gone and left me for him."

"I would never do that. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you," she said matter-of-factly. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me.

"I love you too," I told her, burying my face in her strawberry blonde hair. It smelled of apricots.

I pulled away from her, held her at arms length and looked intensely into her eyes.

"What?" she asked cautiously. I felt the corners of my lips starting to pull up into a whole new smile.

"Wait here just a moment, please," I said to her, holding up my index finger.

"Edward! Where are you going?" she called after me, giggling again.

I jumped up onto the small stage we had set up in the center of the campaign headquarters and grabbed the microphone. I tapped it twice to make sure it was on and working. It was.

"Excuse me, everybody. May I please have your attention?" Oh, I had their attention since they spotted me running through the crowded office towards the stage at the speed of light.

Everyone was turned to face in my direction. Nobody was talking. Oh boy, was I really about to do this? In front of all of my colleagues and family and all my friends? I suddenly felt light-headed and like the pit of my stomach was filled with butterflies.

Well, no time like the present, I thought mentally. Especially since I've already started, I added.

"Well, I'd just like to quickly thank every single person in this room for making my election into office possible." The room erupted in cheers and hollers. I turned to the far right corner of the room where my parents were sitting with some family friends. They were holding hands on top of the table, and I could see how in love they were. My parents had been married 34 years, and they had never once fought. I wished that my future bride and I could have what they had.

"I'd especially like to thank my parents, Elizabeth and Edward Masen Senior." More cheers. "Without the two of you, I don't know where I'd be."

"To Liz and Ed!" someone shouted.

"To Liz and Ed!" everyone echoed.

"And also for the encouragement for what I'm about to do," I said, looking directly at my mother, who gave me a smile and a wink. I smiled back at her.

"There's one other person who I couldn't have done any of this without: my wonderfully amazing girlfriend, Tanya Denali." I turned back towards the other side of the room where she was standing, smiling brightly at me. "If you can't find her, she's the cute little strawberry blonde chick wearing the 'mayor's girlfriend' sash," I added. The crowd laughed again.

"For those of you that don't know, Ms. Denali and I have known each other basically since before we were born. Our mothers went to college together and our fathers have been friends since high school. Our mothers had us together for play dates almost every afternoon. They even put us in matching outfits every now and then."

Everyone laughed again, including Tanya and myself. I continued my speech.

"Basically, what I'm trying to say is that we've pretty much had our wedding planned out all our lives." I looked directly into Tanya's eyes, all traces of humor gone.

"But now, I'd like to make that fantasy wedding a reality."

Tanya's face turned serious, as did the other people in the room. I could see the tears starting to form in her eyes as I hopped off the stage, replacing the microphone in my hand with the little black velvet box in my pocket.

"Oh my God," she whispered, placing her free left hand over her chest. I knelt down on my right knee and held the box that contained our futures together inside of it.

"Tanya Elisa Denali, I love you more that words can describe. I have since we were merely middle school teenagers. Every time you hug me, I never want to let go. Every time I look in your eyes, the rest of the world just disappears. I want to be yours for the rest of eternity, if you'll have me, that is. Tanya…"

"Yes?" she asked, her face red and the tears just about to break free.

"Will you be my bride? Will you marry me?" I opened the box the reveal the antique engagement ring that had been in my mother's family for generations.

"Yes. Yes, Edward, a thousand times yes!" she shouted, pulling my face up to her level to place a kiss firmly on my lips. I stood up, slowly as to not break the kiss. I could hardly even hear the roar of applause around us, for I was too completely wrapped up in our entanglement to notice.

Tanya finally broke away first, still holding my face in her hands, and her face was red and wet from crying. She looked lovingly into my eyes, and I stared just as lovingly into hers.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too. Forever," I told her. She smiled.

"Forever."

I awoke startled from my dream. Why did I have to keep having the same one? The one where I was reminded of the day I became mayor and engaged to the love of my life. Why did that memory have to keep replaying itself while I slept? Was it not enough that every time I saw a petite young lady with strawberry colored hair I was reminded of her? Was it not enough that every time I saw that black box I was reminded of our future together that we'd had planned since we were thirteen?

Apparently, it wasn't. I had to keep having that stupid dream that replayed the memory of the day she'd agreed to marry me.

I rolled my eyes and moaned, annoyed, as I fell back against my pillow. I placed my arm over my eyes, trying to keep the tears that I could feel forming from falling from my eyes. I didn't want to cry anymore. I'd been doing that for a year now, as long as it had been since she'd been killed in that car crash, the same car crash that had taken my parents.

They were coming to Tacoma to visit me, where I was currently campaigning to become governor of Washington. I was trying to become the first governor of Washington that my family had ever seen. They were on their way to my rally. Out of nowhere, a drunk driver had gone through the red light and slammed into the driver's side of the limo, where my parents had apparently been sitting. The drunk's old Ford truck had slammed the limo into a light pole, killing my parents, Tanya, and our long-time driver, Frederick.

It was still an incredibly hard thing to think about. Of course it was. Just a year ago, my parents and fiancé had been killed in a horrid car crash. Not much time to have to get over it, though, how could you really ever get over such a tragedy?

I missed my parents very much. The three of us had always been extremely close and I loved them immensely. It was hard to think about them. I usually tried not to. But it was hard to ignore the subject when people would come up to me and say things along the lines of, "I'm sorry about your parents," or, "Your father was a great man". It was only about a month ago that I had started saving my tears for when I was in the privacy of my own home.

I never thought about Tanya, except for when the thoughts were forced on me in my dreams, more like nightmares. Nobody dared to speak her name around me. There was no way I was ever able to keep those tears in. I once fired one of my secretaries named Tina because the names were just too close in sound. I felt terrible about it, but really: nobody in the office liked how I'd cry or break something whenever someone would say her name. Or both… Usually both.

The truth is, I'd gone through quite a few secretaries and assistants over the past year for having names that sounded too close to any of my three loved ones' names. There have been, Lizzie, Lena, Eleanor, Tammy, Ellie, and Lisa. Which brings us to why Jasper Hale, my best friend and colleague, was now banging loudly on my door.

"Ed, bud, let's get a move on! We've got more interviews today!" he was shouting from the other side of the door blocking my bedroom from the rest of our house. Yes, our house. Jasper and I lived together with my cousin, and our other best friend Emmett McCarty, in my parents' house in Forks. We had all been living there since the accident happened. They thought it best that I not be left to live alone, at least not for a few years. I had given up my apartment in Seattle to move back into my parents' three-story mansion. No way was I going to leave it to collect dust, and there was an even slimmer chance that I would sell it to someone that would no doubt treat it with less than half the amount of care my mother and father had given it.

Jasper pounded on the door again.

"EDWARD! Come on, man, I've got coffee and we have to be at the office, like, now!"

"Edward's not here right now, don't leave a message at the beep!" I shouted back at him. I really didn't want to go through another round of secretary interviews that would no doubt lead to another break down.

"Ha ha, very funny! But seriously, man, we can't leave these girls waiting! If you don't like 'em, you don't like 'em, but you at least have to show up to your own interviews!" Wow, when Jas was mad, it really brought out his southern twang. It was kind of entertaining for about half a second.

"NO. I can't do anymore interviews. Why do you continue to set them up? You'd make a better secretary than all of these 'eligible young ladies' put together and then doubled!" It was true.

"That's true." See? "BUT…" he said, opening my door. I immediately pulled the sheets over my head and groaned. "...I'm not as nice to look at. Come on, get up." He punched where he knew my arm would be, like he does every time we go through this.

"I'd rather look at you than look at any other woman for the rest of my life," I muttered. Jasper sighed.

"That's very flattering, buddy, but you've got to get over this."

That set me off.

"Get…over this?" I sat up quickly, locking my furious gaze on his annoyed one. "Did you seriously say I need to get over this?!"

"That's not what I meant and you know it," he said sternly. I sighed and fell back against my headboard.

"I know, I know. It's just… it's just hard, you know? Nah, of course you don't know. You've never had to go through anything like this."

"I know I haven't. I'm lucky for that. But Edward, you can't just stay kooked up in here all the time. You can't avoid the office because there are women that work there. You're Mayor Edward Masen of Forks, Washington. You earned that. And now you need to show Forks why they elected you. You need to get our ass out of bed and down to the office right now so you can interview your potential secretaries that will make your life as mayor a hell of a lot easier. Now get up, or I'll make you."

"I don't even care about being mayor anymore, Jas. I just… I've lost all love for it. I can't do it anymore."

"What?! What do you mean you can't do it anymore? Ed, you love being mayor. It's all you've wanted since before I've known you."

"A: Don't call me Ed. That was my father. And B: I loved being mayor. Not anymore." He sighed again.

"Response to A: Ed is your name, too. It always has been. I'm going to continue to call you it as I please, and you will not argue. Response to B: You still love being mayor. You just don't know it. Come on, get up and let's go. The quicker we leave, the quicker we can get out of there."

"No."

"Edward…"

"No."

"Now."

"Who are you, my mo—" I stopped myself before I could even continue that rhetorical question.

"No, I'm not your mo. I'm your best friend who's about two seconds away from going to get Emmett to sick on you."

"DID SOMEONE SAY MY NAME?!"

"Crap! You'll pay for that," I said to Jasper, narrowing my eyes. He just shrugged.

"If you'd just gotten up and dressed already we could have left and there would've been no need for—"

"Someone in need of a little Emmett McCarty services?"

I snapped my head towards my open door where my bear of a cousin was leaning against the frame, an eager grin on his face as he cracked his knuckles.

"No!" I yelled at him.

"Yes, actually, we are," Jasper said, looking at me smugly.

"What's the problem? Little Eddie afraid to go to work again?"

"That is not the problem and you know it!" I snarled.

"We've got interviews today and he's refusing to go."

"I can take care of that."

"No. Emmett, don't you d—"

I couldn't even finish my sentence because while I was warning him not to, Emmett had gone around to the side of the bed Jasper was standing at and flipped the mattress, tossing me to the hardwood floor.

I could hear both of them laughing, Jasper's muffled chuckling and Emmett's sonic booms, beneath the mattress that was now lying on top of me. I struggled to push it off. Man that thing was heavy. How was Emmett always able to lift it so effortlessly?

It was suddenly picked off of me and thrown back on the bed. I glared up at Emmett, who was still laughing wildly, as I tried to untangle the sheets from around my body. When I did, Emmett offered a hand to help me up. I refused it and stood up on my own.

"You really need to stop doing that," I told him.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd just stop being such a wuss and get your ass you work everyday like a good mayor should," he shrugged.

"Well, maybe I'm not a good mayor. Ever think of that?" He pretended to think.

"Actually, yes I have. I think sometimes you can be a terrible mayor. Like right now, for example. You can't even go to the office and fulfill your mayorly duties because you can't push away the fact that what happened did happen long enough to get through one measly day. I say if you don't want to be mayor, don't. Resign and stop making Jasper and I, and Alice and Rose, too for that matter, feel like shit because you're always feeling like shit. If you actually care about Forks and really do want to make it better, then stop sulking any way because you'd feel like shit anyway."

Wow. Had all those feelings really just come from Emmett McCarty? Noted goof-ball, Emmett McCarty? Huh. Didn't know he had it in him.

"I don't… I don't want to resign," I said quietly.

"Then get dressed and be in the car in ten minutes." With that, he turned around and walked out of my room. I looked on after him for a few more seconds, and then turned back to Jasper.

"Do I really have to do this?" I whined. He nodded his head solemnly and replied, "Yep." I groaned again.

"Wonderful."

A/N

Soooo what did we think? If I get enough reviews saying that they like this so far and want it to continue, I will. I've already got some ideas for the next chapter.

I know it's a really young age for a mayor, but seriously. Does anyone really want a 30-something year old Edward? That's what I thought. I know 29 isn't really much better, but it sounds better.

I almost started crying when I was writing this chapter, just because of the whole parents-and-fiancé-dying-in-a-car-crash thing. It was pretty long, too, right? I'm proud of myself for that. Almost 7 pages, this first chapter. Nice, right? I know, I know. BTW: Alice is Jasper's fiancé, and Rosalie is Emmett's girlfriend of forever. I couldn't find a way to write that in there anywhere, but I'm sure it'll come up somewhere in Chapter 2, if you guys want a Chapter 2.

Anyway, I really think I could do a lot with this story. Again, I need your reviews and more votes for my poll!! Thanks for reading and sticking with me, and I love you all lots!!

-SoNotObsessed (Jess)

p.s- I'm going to dedicate each chapter after a song that relates to it. Here you go.

Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

-Evanescence 'My Immortal'