AN: This is my first story so it'll probably suck.

BPOV:

It's raining. That's the first thing I notice when I wake up. Living in New York City means that, no matter when or where it rains, it's always illuminated by light. I live in an apartment complex, five floors and around fifty apartments, I wouldn't know, I don't count them. I look around my room until I see my alarm clock 6:17am. Great, I sigh as I get up, but I'm stopped when an arm is slung over my mid-section.

"Mmm, babe don't go, it's too early" Riley, my boyfriend mumbled sleepily, I giggled as I crawled over to him and knelt over him, I leaned down and kissed him on the nose before I got up and walked into the bathroom. I heard Riley mumble some unintelligible words as I got into the shower. I made myself busy by washing my hair with my coconut scented shampoo and conditioner, and shaving all the appropriate areas.

By the time I got out of the shower it was 6:30am and I had to be at work in an hour, I'm the manager at an art gallery, all I do is make calls, check the art and arrange to sell or buy it. Fun right? I walk into my closet to find something weather appropriate. After looking around for five-minutes, I settled on some grey skinny jeans, a red long sleeved shirt and a Metallica shirt over the top with my Doc Martens that go halfway up my calf. I walk to my vanity mirror and put on my eyeliner and dark purple lipstick. After that I put in my face jewelry, nose, lip,eyebrow, and ears.

I walked out of the bedroom to see Riley stood at the oven, making bacon I would assume, he was wearing my favorite pair of his jeans, the hung loose on his hips and were slightly baggy, with a black wife beater and he had a bandanna on his head. I let out a low whistle as I walked into the kitchen. "Hey baby" he said as he turned around,

"Hey" I replied with a small grin, I walked over to the pan and picked up a piece of bacon, ignoring the burn it brought, kissed Riley on the cheek and went to work.

I got out of my beautiful black 1967 Camaro (ss) it was hard to keep her running, with the parts needed when she failed but I did it. I locked the doors and went to open shop, the city was a beautiful sight, even when it was raining and people were running to and fro to get away from the rain.

I ran to the door and unlocked it before rushing in. I huffed out a breath when I got on, turning the CLOSED sign to OPEN, I walked around the studio, flicking switches as I went. Five minutes later, the studio was lit up with dull light and fairy light scattered around. It was my little piece of heaven,music, art and fairy lights-we were in the process of setting up a mini music store, just a few classic rock records and CD's-. Walking into the back, behind the counter, I noticed the little kitchen's lights were on, there were no other cars parked outside, I thought frowning to myself.

It wasn't until I heard the humming of a song I knew well Come As You Are by Nirvana, I was practically raised on this band. "Alice! You scared the crap outta me!" I exclaimed as I walked into the kitchen, she was a little ball of black pixie dust. With short black hair, an off the shoulder Foo Fighters tee paired with a white mini-skirt, striped red and black tights with biker boots.

"Haha, sorry Bell," Alice said before handing me a cup of coffee, black one sugar, second heaven.

"Ah, thanks Al, I needed this" I replied before walking back out front and taking a seat at the counter, Enter Sandman by Metallica was playing quietly in the background.

I don't really know how long I sat there before I heard the bell ding over the door, I didn't look up until I heard the voice of my love, Riley.

"Hey baby, I got you a sub for lunch" he said, holding up a bag filled with food, I grinned at him and hopped off my stool to skip towards him. He leaned down for a kiss; I leaned up, only to steal the sandwiches out of his hand and running round the counter. "Hey!" he exclaimed before running after me.

I was giggling like a maniac while I ran away from Riley, I ran out the back-door, hoping he wouldn't be able to catch me. I turned my head around, looking for him, but I couldn't see anything but the back of my shop- the door slightly ajar and nothing else. I turned to the front and slowed down, only to run into a hard chest. "Oomph!" the breath rushed out of me as I fell back, I landed on my ass and looked up to see Riley stood above me laughing his ass off.

I gave him the stink eye before holding my hand out for him to grab- when he did, I yanked as hard as I could and pulled him down with me- the asphalt was wet and cold, but it was soothing at the same time. Riley landed with a groan and rolled over facing me, I moved my hair out of my eye so I could see him. We didn't say anything just stared at each other for what seemed like forever, I took in all his details, from the color of his hair to the shape of his lips.

Our moment was ruined when Alice shouted "Bell, I know you're the boss and everything but we have a customer; he's requested you personally" I shot Riley a confused look before getting up and holding my hand out to him to pull him up. We walked back inside to see a man lingering at the counter staring aimlessly at the paintings. I gave Riley a side look before speaking up. "Hello. Can I help you?"

EPOV:

I'd rung the bell five minutes ago; the small woman had told me she was going to get someone else. I sighed as I looked around the quaint shop, it had nice artwork on the walls, some of it more outgoing than others, but nice none the less.

A particular painting caught my eye: a woman, but she was stood under an oak tree, holding a dying rose i her hands. Even though you couldn't see her eyes, you could tell she was sad; the artist label said Riley Biers so I figured he was the one to paint it.

"Hello. Can I help you?" A voice asked; I whipped round. She was beautiful to say the least, her hair fell nicely around her face, halo-ing it, she had thick eyeliner on and purple lips-she was littered with face piercings but she made them look good. I must have been staring for too long because the man beside her did an not-so-subtle cough,

"Um, I wanted to make a purchase?" It came out like a question, not a statement. shit. I saw the man next to her smirk at me as the girl looked at me for a few seconds before speaking

"Sure! My name's Bella; I own the place, so just show me what you want to buy and we'll come to an arrangement" Bella said. I nodded and slowly walked over to the painting of the woman I had noticed before,

"How much for this one?" I asked, now Bella was smirking

"Oh, that one's not for sale" She said, not for sale? But I wanted that one, it was perfect; I would make it worth her while.

"I'll make it worth your while, how much? Five-hundred? Thousand?" I pretty much begged how pathetic

"It's not for sale sir, I'm sorry, the artist is actually here if you want to ask them?" She suggested; I nodded frantically, she chuckled before stepping backward and letting the man step forward,

"Hello, I'm Riley Biers" He introduced himself.

Oh.

AN: Comment?