An Event

Author Note

I want to thank everyone reading this, for taking the time to read my fan fiction. This is only the second thing I have published, and I have only ever done one shots before. I have a lot of ideas bouncing around in my head right now. Therefore I might write extras along with this story, most of these being one shots most probably. I also want everyone to know that I am a strong believer in happy endings. I promise. I also want to warn for future chapters, lemons, lots of sweet lemonade.

I need to shout out to RelicWitch, she is sort of keeping me sane. And of course she is my number one fan. Thank you(:

All Twilight stuff belongs to Stephanie Mayer, if it belonged to me, there would be no 'and it all went black', and Edward and Bella would get a lot more sexy time.

EPOV

My story is not one of legends and fairytales, and beautiful princess's who need to be rescued. Mine is one angst, and sexual tension. My story is happy, and sad, my story is real. My name is Edward, and I'm getting another tattoo today.

From the outside, I might look scary, or mean… but that isn't me. I am warm and kind, and most of all loving. I have my tongue pierced, along with snakebites, and a few other pierced places, which I don't like to talk about in polite conversation. But not many people stick around to know ME. I guess they wrote the saying, 'Never judge a book by its cover', on me, basically its the motto of my life.

I wear black-rimmed glasses. Apparently the are cool. Not that that means much to me. I also have a few tattoos, from different artists. Not many of them have huge significance, although I do have the names of my mother and father. I like colourful tattoos, things which you can actually see… other than that, they are a complete disarray.

On the other hand, I am extremely proud of my back. It was done by an amazing artist, named Alice Brandon. It consists of many small images, which somehow actually work, when they come together. There are robots, (a childhood love), and birds, ad there is a camera, (I am a professional photographer), and there is the sun, the moon, and many, many more. It is full of colour, and it screams EDWARD… too bad not many people have seen it.

Which brings me back to today. In approximately two hours, I will be having stars tattooed onto my hipbones. Apparently, it hurts a lot in this placement, due to how close the bone is to the skin. But I'm still going to get it done, I mean, I don't get scared. Not by these things anyway. Another different thing about today, is that I am going to be tattooed by a completely different artist, at the shop Alice works at. She had huge praise for this girl, and I trust Alice, after giving me the amazing tattoo, therefore I said yes, when she offered her apprentice. Although the word apprentice starts you with a sour taste, she is, and I quote, 'crazy talented.'

It seems like forever since I got a new tattoo, when in fact it was only two months ago. I am excited to be getting it. Just the feeling when the needle marks you, forever. I love it. Your body after all, is a blank canvas. Of course, when I got my first tattoo, I was sadly, not this wise.

When I was eighteen, and finally legal (to get ink that is), I was ecstatic. I couldn't eat for days before, I was so nervous, but then so excited at the same time. The day is etched in my memory, I will never forget it. I used to think it would be one of the happiest days of my life, however, that was then, and this is now.

Her name was Tanya, and she was my first love. Well, at the time I thought it was love anyways. Of course it wasn't. It was lust, I was driven by my hormones, like many teenagers are.

Well, I needed to get a tattoo at this point, I mean, I had been interested in tattoos for such a long time. And when I told Tanya… she seemed just as interested as I did. I had so many designs of my own, that I wanted on my body permanently. However, me and Tanya got talking, and there was definite grindage of bodies, so I stupidly agreed to get her name tattooed onto my body.

I don't know weather I had been drinking, or I really was just stupid those years ago, but I went in that tattoo parlour, with the stupid grin on my face, and I exited with the exact same expression on my face. Only then? I had Tanya written in italic script on my left shoulder blade.

However me and Tanya soon broke up, and it dawned on me, what a horrid mistake I had made. Alice was my savour. When I got my back tattooed by her, she covered up the stupid mistake, and now, no one is any the wiser.

I guess I have been lucky in my life. I am my parents only child, and they are not exactly short for money. I now have my own apartment, I have a few amazing, close friends, and I have a job, of which I love. But I feel like there is something missing. I am a strong believer in romance, however, I am starting to question weather there is someone what there made for me. Being a photographer, and meeting so many people in my life, you would think I would at least have hot passionate affairs. Sadly, that is a very sad mistake. I have not had a physical relationship since Jessica, and that was two years ago. I am twenty-two years old, and I have never meet anyone who I have a 'spark' with. Its sort of sad I guess.

Maybe when I have gotten this tattoo from say, mystery tattooist, I could move… I have always wanted to travel more, and my job is rather versatile. But then again, I have said since school that I was going to leave for a while, and it hasn't happened yet. There really must be something in the coffee here, I mean am sitting staring out the window, basically, checking out my life. Wow, I really do need to get out more.

The smell of coffee invades my nostrils, as the waitress refills my mug. I breath heavily, the smell always relaxes me, and even though I have had many tattoos, as usual I a nervous. Not only that, but of course I want to make a good impression with Alice's apprentice. This business really is all about word of mouth. But also, if she is as good as Alice says, well, she could have some pieces worth me photographing.

Chicago is busy, I know that now. I mean living in a rather secluded suburb for most of my childhood, when I moved into the big city, the lights, the nightlife, I had to adjust pretty quickly. I expect it now. But sitting in this window, staring at the people passing by, there are so many people paired up. In the space of ten minutes, maybe about thirty couples walk by, hand in hand. I really am jealous. Just thinking about all those lucky people. They have their spark, or at least I hope they do. Not only that, but every night, if not multiple times, they are having hot steamy sex. Great, now I have a very uncomfortable bulge in my pants, as well as a nervous stomach. And on top of that, there is a very unattractive waitress, shamelessly staring and flirting at me. I really hope she doesn't check me out, she might think that I got… 'excited' about her, and not just my perverted mind.

Needless to say, I stay sat in this uncomfortable state for a while. Simply staring out of the window. It takes my blueberry chirping to life to disturb me, and I think a lot of people around me too. Seeing Jaspers name flash up, I smirk and open his message. It is wishing me good luck with the tattoo, and to be prepared, whatever that means. You see everyone is connected, Jasper is my best, most important friend. And Jasper, is dating Alice, the tattoo Alice. I guess he knows the mystery tattooist, and him and Alice have been discussing it.

Me and Jasper have been friends for a long time you see. I have never really been a people person, but we have been pretty close, throughout my life. Of course I have a little chagrin, when you see Alice and Jasper together, they have definitely found their sparks. They might not be extremely public, in their relations, but sometimes they just look into each others eyes and I for one feel the need to look away, there is just too much love there. But they are deffinitly going to last. I know Jasper is in it for life, he told me the other week when we were drunk.

Time ticked by slowly, but soon it was time to go. Paying the waitress was an event in itself. I mean, me being me, I don't get lot of attention from females. However, this waitress tried to slip me her number when I was paying. But she had this sort of look about her, you know creepy, obbsessed stalker, so I politely declined. The tattoo shop is just up the road, so I know that I am not going to be late. That really is something I hate. People think just because I am a photographer, that I am not going to be punctual, and I am going to be disappearing all over the place. However, I actually hate people who are not punctual.

I can't help the smile on my face as I walk towards the shop. Yeah, I might still be a nervous wreck, and yes I might still be horney, but I am getting new ink, and apart from very few other extra curricular activities, getting a new tattoo is amazing to me. I know the adrenaline will start soon, and I love that point. I just feel so alive. And I know it won't dull until tomorrow morning, when I wake up with an uncomfortable ache wherever the new tattoo is.

My smile impossibly grows as I walk through the doors of Alice's tattoo studio, and the familiar buzz starts to run through my veins. It might only be the second time I have been here, but it feels somewhat comforting to know my surroundings. The walls are bright and the room is open plan. Somewhat the opposite of typical studios. There are also pictures on the walls of tattoo inspired art. And albums upon albums strewn about, filled with Alice, and I guess the mystery tattooists designs and creations.

The shop is empty except for the female body peircer who works here so many times a week. She is named Angela, or so Jasper tells me. As I near the counter she is situated behind, I notice the amazing jewellery there is behind the glass. I will definitely have to get a few new labrets… I really do need some. Angela smiles up at me as I near the counter.

"Edward? The one o'clock? Star tattoos?" She asks me as I stop at the countertop.

"Yes, yes and yes," I answer. Angela has some very nice piercings, bridge, spider bites, eyebrow and I think tongue. She has messy bangs hanging over her face and she has brown eyes. She is pretty by all means, yet, I hold no attraction to her. I am really starting to think there is something wrong with me.

"Okay, well I can see this is not your first tattoo?" She continues as I meet her questioning gaze. I nod in clarification. Even though this annoys me a little, she can see both my three quarter length sleeves, as I have only a t-shirt on.

"Good, then you know the procedures. Isabella is just finishing her ten o'clock, she will be with you shortly. Take a seat, and make yourself comfortable." She says with a small smile.

"Sure," I answer simply, as I turn around and gaze at the pieces of art on the opposite wall. I really wish that I had some sort of painting talent, however, I really can just take the photos. Jasper on the other hand, he is a dab hand with a paint brush.

I know that I have slightly zoned out, staring at one of the pieces. It seems to be of a mans face, however each time I turn my head a little, I see something different. The loud colours jumping out at me. These are the sort of pieces I love, I can get lost in another world almost. There is a light tap on my shoulder, and it jolts me out of whatever world I am in. I turn around with a smile on my face, I don't want to make a bad impression, but I also don't want to scare whoever it is. As a turn, I realise that it is only Angela who is wanting my attention, but there is also another man who must be wanting Angela's attention.

"You can go in now Edward, have a great time, and I hope you are happy with the results." Angela politely tells me. So am I. I tell myself. However, I just smile at her, as I make my way into the tattoo room. This room is different from the one I was in with Alice, its decoration matches completely to the main room, the only difference being that it is smaller. It has a few art pieces on the wall, however these are photographs, which makes me smile, there is a reclining bed for the customer, and also a chair for the tattooist. There is a small table with the new tattoo machines on, and various colour bottles are set up.

I close the door and sit down on the bed. I might as well get comfy. The familiar rush of adrenaline is now coursing through my veins, which I must admit, makes me feel good. I smile as the door opens and I am greeted with the back of mystery tattooist. I see Angela walking about in the background. She must have opened the door for her. Mystery tattooist is petite, but in a cute way, she is tall, and she has mahogany coloured hair, which goes down to where guess her bra strap is. Not that I should be thinking about such things. She is wearing extremely tight, black jeans, which not only make her legs look very thin, but they also give them extreme length. I could get lost on those legs. She has a scruffy pair of red chucks on, and a green t-shirt. I chuckle to myself, as I realise we match. This is because I am wearing black jeans, and my old chucks, except mine are bright blue. I also only have a t-shirt on.

She must have heard my chuckle, and she slowly turns around to face me. My smile grows as I realise she is carrying a tray, which has two cups of coffee on, black. Just how I drink it. My eyes travel upwards, and somehow my smile grows when I read her shirt. It states 'If your reading this, stop looking at my breasts.' Of course, it basically means everyone looks at her breasts. A certain someone in my pants likes this, and is starting to react. My eyes travel upwards and they settle on her face. She has deep brown eyes, the sort I could get lost in. She also has the most perfect lips, which are painted into a calm smile. I realise with a start, that this is the first girl in two years to get me fully 'excited', for lack of a better word.

BPOV

Alice is amazing to me. She has helped me so much recently. I only just moved to Chicago, and it was not exactly what I was expecting. I mean, I grew up in a tiny town, with my dad as the chief of police, and my mother living in Arizona. Therefore I knew when I finally made the move, it would be different, but there is definitely something to be said for polar opposites. That's where Alice came in, she is the one who offered me an apprentice after meeting me only once, she also introduced me to important people in the business, and she also helped me find somewhere to live. Of course I was scared when I first moved, I mean I am a twenty one year old girl, who has a load of tattoos, and I also have my septum pierced and spider bites. I had no idea if this would help me here, or not. I have a lot to thank Alice for.

That was a couple of months ago, but now I am here. Apparently I have been improving significantly the past few months, and Alice seems to think I am 'crazy talented,' her words, not mine. Now she has gone away for the weekend and left me in charge of the shop. I actually love that she trusts me enough to do that, it means so much to me.

Which leads me to today, I have very few clients in, this is because Alice didn't want me to get stressed about things. But it also means that get to go home early and enjoy my Saturday night, which is a huge plus. This is my second client of the day. His name is Edward Cullen, he wants star tattoos, and he likes his coffee black. Alice told me all of this, as soon as Edward made his appointment. The stars that Edwards wants are simple, but they can be painful, therefore I am trying to make him as comfortable as possible. This is why I bought the coffee in, I don't know about him, but even the smell relaxes me.

I back into the room, hearing a small chuckle after a couple of seconds, turning round to meet the gaze of Edward. However he is too busy smiling at my shirt, which I have to smile at. I mean the writing is in bright red, coupled with the green background, people looking at the shirt, automatically read the writing. I soon realise looking over him, that we are dressed somewhat similarly. He has on dark jeans, as I do, he has old chuck taylors on, and so do I. Then we both also, only have t-shirts on. My eyes travel towards his face, where I see the most vivid green eyes, I have ever seen before. He has an amazing jaw, it looks like it is chiselled from marble. And his hair, it is a bronze sort of colour, and it is in a huge disarray. Basically, he has sex hair. This man is actually, rather beautiful, and the thought makes me blush. I'm Isabella, or rather Bella. I don't think of men like that, and I certainly don't imagine them grabbing me and pulling down onto their aching length. This man could be married, have children, all I know is that his name is Edward, and he likes his coffee black-and that is thanks to Alice. I must be bright crimson right now.

To make matters worse, my eyes travel further down, and I am met with a sight which makes me weak at the knees. I can see a very prominent, and very large bulge in this Edward's pants. It makes me tingle in places that haven't, in a very long time, if ever. Blush stains my cheeks further as I feels the wetness pooling between my legs.

I try to rub my thighs together, without drawing attention to myself, and my eyes travel upwards again, only to be met with the same, vibrant, green eyes.

"Hello Edward, I'm Isabella, but I prefer Bella," I tell him, embarrassment permanently staining me, as my voice breaks.

Author Note

Thank you, if you have read through this chapter. I know there is not much in BPOV, but I much prefer writing in EPOV. I am in his head more. However, if people reading want to see more BPOV, I will do my best.

Thank you for taking the time to read, ad reviews would be much appreciated.

Nicola

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