Hello, and thank you for reading my fanfic: Last Kiss Goodbye. This is a first POV fanfic that is going to be switching from Bella and Edward's POV's.
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Chapter 1
--Bella Swan--
"TAXI! STOP! NOO! WAIT!"
Welcome to my life. My name is Bella Swan. 23 years old. Single, and…
"PLEASE! STOP THAT TAXI! I HAVE TO GET TO WORK!"
Ahh yes, work. Wonderful, wonderful 9 to 5…OH if only it was that simple…Mine was more like whenever my boss needed me. Be it midnight or 5 am…Constant errand running, memo taking, jetting here and there for a 'Faaaaabulous' fashion magazine editor.
I came to New York City with dreams of grandeur…Long nights partying, strolls through Central Park with a gorgeous man at my side, and a beautiful loft on the 20th floor overlooking the city…
Instead I have long nights with terrible allergies from all the pollution here, strolls through Central Park with a gorgeous Labrador Retriever named George,(who,by the way, makes a whole LOT of POOP for me to pick up), and a not so lovely one bedroom apartment on the 5th floor overlooking…the local tire recycling plant. Oh and how can I forget my constantly leaky toilet and incredibly nosy neighbor Mrs. Penderly with her 30 cats…
Speaking of work…That is where I am supposed to be oh…3 minutes ago… Here I am, stuck on 5th and Main, with a large armful of Starbucks drinks, and a taxi driver who doesn't even seem to know I exist. You see my wonderful boss decided to ring me up at 6:30 am (30 minutes before work starts mind you) to tell me that I needed to bring her some Starbucks. "OH DAAAAHLING, I have a couple more orders for you to pick up for the office while you are at it." She had said in her incredibly nasal voice.
A couple more turned into oh….15 orders…
"I NEED A TALL MOCHA LATTE NO WHIP CREAM, EASY FOAM, EXTRA DOUBLE ESPRESSO ASAP!"
UGH. Repeating that 15 times just about killed me…
Anyways, back to the present. My current taxi has now left me behind, on a busy corner in the craziest city in the world. Still, trying to balance the coffee, I begin to try and hail yet another cab driver.
Suddenly a smooth voice speaks right behind me.
"Excuse me; do you need some help with that?"
Clumsily flopping around to see who was speaking, I stared straight into a black tie, and white shirt. I looked up to see the most gorgeous man I have ever seen on the face of the planet. And trust me I have seen my fair share of gorgeous men. I DO work at a fashion magazine.
He had longish copper hair that fell down just above his shoulders and dark sunglasses on over his eyes. He smiled crookedly down at me, and I thought I would drop my Starbucks right then and there all over his shiny expensive black shoes.
"Ahh…baaa..whuh…" Was all that I could manage to get out of my mouth. Psh. Typical Bella. The epitome of smoothness. NOT.
He laughed lightly. "I'll take that as a yes." He gently took the coffee tray from my hands, and then putting his two long fingers to his very very gorgeous mouth, whistled loudly. Like magic a cab immediately appeared in front of me.
I picked up my overly full purse, and tried to compose myself as much as I possibly could. Of course standing next to this man, I pretty much looked like a homeless bum.
I smoothed out my long brown ponytail, and brushed off my blue skirt and black shirt. I of course had a lovely whip cream stain on the front of my skirt, which I am sure made me look like a million bucks. sigh
Finally getting my nerves and voice back, I thanked the polite stranger, who stood holding my coffee and the taxi door open smiling lightly.
I sat down in the stiff taxi seat, and then turned to get the coffee from him. He was already bending down, smiling his crooked smile. I could see myself reflected in his dark black sunglasses. I hate it when people wear sunglasses like that. You can never tell what they were looking at.
I assumed he was looking into my eyes, and not the rest of my disheveled appearance.
I took the coffee from him, and our hands brushed one another. His fingers were cool, yet there was an electricity about that touch that made me shiver slightly.
"Umm…thanks again…I really appreciate your…Ahh…Halp.." The last word kind of came out in a squeaky yelp…like a lonely puppy…GAH why do I have to be such an idiot!
He didn't seem to notice though. If he did, he didn't show it. He simply continued to smile, closed the door and signaled for me to roll down the window.
The cab HAD to have manual windows didn't it? Took me a couple of minutes to finally get a grip on the handle and roll the window down.
"You're welcome for the help. I hope your day goes better than it already has…" He backed a little ways off from the cab, just a couple of feet.
"Oh, and Miss Swan…You have just a little whip cream on the bottom of your skirt…might want to take care of that before you get to where you are going." He laughed and waved.
"Hey! How do you know my last name!?" The taxi driver took off before I could get my answer, but I looked back just in time to see him tapping his left breast pocket.
I looked down at my shirt on the left side, and saw my silver name tag shining in the morning sun. "Bella Swan Assistant to Editor in Chief."
Guh, kill me now.
--Edward--
God this car is stifling. I hate sitting here, waiting and waiting like this. I wish that Rosalie would just call Emmett and get the orders to get this all over with. I can't stand all of the bells and whistles that we have to go through in order to get a job done.
Get information on the target, take a look at piles of paperwork, follow contacts, figure out the best way to get in and get out silently…blah blah blah.
I've been doing this thing now for 5 years. I know the way it goes like the back of my hand, and I must say that I think this assignment has been a shitty one.
You must be wondering what exactly it is that I do? Well, to keep things simple and sweet, I was sent here today to kidnap someone. Someone important. Someone who will make the company I work for a lot of money. You see me and my family work for some very influential people in New York City. The Volturi's. The Volturi family had led the city's biggest underground gambling ring since before I was born.
My adopted sisters Alice and Rosalie and their boyfriends Jasper and Emmett both are all involved with me in order to pull this job off. You see, we are to kidnap the child of a very important person in this city, turn them over to the Volturi, who will in turn ransom them back to their father for a very large sum. Apparently our victim's father got in deep at one of the black jack tables in the Volturi's most prestigious underground casino, and now owes them a pretty penny.
And he's not paying…
"There she is Edward."
Rosalie sits next to me in my silver Volvo, looking out of the side window at the busy corner we have been watching for a while.
I look in the direction she is pointing and see the person we have been waiting for…
She looks like she is about to have a nervous breakdown. She is precariously balancing what looks like 30 cups of coffee in her left hand, while her right hand frantically waves down a passing taxi.
"That's her alright. Long unkempt hair. Frumpy outfit…" Rosalie observes quietly from her seat next to me. Of course anyone who isn't dressed in the latest designer clothing would be considered 'frumpy' in Rosalie's eyes. She looked like a supermodel all the time. Her golden blonde hair was neatly tied up in a flawless bun, and she wore a business suit that was a dark navy blue with a white shirt strategically unbuttoned underneath. Her black lace bra could be seen peeking out from under the shirt just slightly.
Rosalie had always relied on her looks to get her whatever she wanted from men…And it had always worked for her.
I rolled my eyes at her comment, and looked back at the struggling girl who was still trying to wave down a taxi.
"So what time does she get off of work?" I asked as I continued to observe her. She actually wasn't half bad looking…There was something about her that I couldn't quite place…She wasn't gorgeous like Rosalie of course, but she had a unique beauty about her. As for gracefulness…well…she was definitely lacking in that department.
"Well, she was supposed to be at work right now actually, so I can guarantee that her boss will make her stay late."
"Mmm." I didn't really respond to Rosalie, I had another idea in mind…
Tonight was the night that we had to carry out our plan. And in order to do this, Bella Swan had to be at her apartment by a certain time…
I stepped out of the car, and put my sunglasses on. I think I will help out just a little bit.
"What the hell are you doing! Edward!"
I could hear Rosalie hiss behind me as I walked toward the struggling girl. A taxicab had just pulled off leaving her stranded on the corner, and she really looked like she was about to cry.
I walked up behind her. "Excuse me do you need some help with that."
Bella stiffened up and turned around slowly. I noticed that she wore little makeup on her face, and her eyes were very brown and large. She stared at my chest and then up at my face.
Hmm…do I…have something stuck in my teeth? She was staring at me as if she had never seen another human being before. She managed to squeak out something I didn't understand, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.
"I'll take that as a yes." I took the coffee from her hands, and whistled for a taxi that was passing by.
The cabbie stopped suddenly and backed up to the curb. It definitely pays to have a strong New York whistle out here.
I opened up the taxi door for her, and watched as she gathered her things and slipped into the taxi.
When she got in, I leaned down to hand her the coffee. She really looked like a deer caught in headlights.
I think she managed to squeak out a thank you. It was hard to hear her voice; it was very soft and quiet.
I smiled and handed her the Starbucks that she was trying so hard to hold onto before. And shut the door to the taxi. Since the window was rolled up I signaled for her to roll her window down.
It took her a few moments to get the thing rolled down, but when she finally did, I said, "You're welcome for the help. I hope your day goes better than it already has…"
I backed away from the curb so that the driver could get on his way, and get our little Miss Swan to her job semi-on time. Got to keep things moving along.
I had noticed a little bit of whipped cream that she had dropped on her lap while she was waiting for the taxi. I decided she didn't need to get into trouble at work for her appearance on top of being late.
"Oh, and Miss Swan…You have just a little whip cream on the bottom of your skirt…might want to take care of that before you get to where you are going."
As the taxi was driving off, I heard her exclaim "Hey! How do you know my last name?!"
Thank god she had a name tag on. That little slip up could have cost me…I laughed and pointed to my left breast pocket indicating that I saw her nametag. Hopefully she gets the clue…
I walked slowly back to Rosalie, who sat upright in my car, her arms crossed. I knew that she hated it when I did things like that. What can I say? I like to take little risks here and there…
"You are such an ass." Rosalie says as I laugh and shift the car into gear.
Told you she hates it when I do that kind of stuff…
Chapter 1 End
Well, what did you think of my first chapter? Do you think the alternate POV's are confusing? Please let me know, as this is how I want to do my whole story! Of course later down the line I will switch back and forth between Edward and Bella multiple times during the story….
Please review, and let me know if you find any errors or if you think there is something that I need to change! All constructive criticism will be considered!
Thanks! Chapter 2 will be up soon!
