(This is my second fanfiction ever. My first piece is Breaking Away From The Habit. I wanted to try my skills in first person writing and this is the idea I came apon. Let me know if it seems interesting enough to continue working on. Rated M for later chapters.)

Edward [POV]

Why does everyone always have to scream? I couldn't even walk outside and enjoy a breath of fresh air on my own back deck without hearing some crazed fan girl screaming up at me, or someone snapping a photo. There really was no telling the kinds of pictures people had taken of me that I would never see or notice. Being famous had it's perks and all, but one should really appreciate their private life while they had it. I never could understand why most fans couldn't just approach me like a normal person, shake my hand and say hey without causing me to go deaf.

I sighed and mentally prepared myself to walk out the door and to my limo. Trying to already block out the screams and voices I could hear awaiting me on the other side. I took the step forward and began the walk once the door was open.

My agent told me I didn't have time to sign any autographs or say hi, to just keep walking. I mean that was ok and all to spare me from getting attacked, but I didn't want to be rude. No matter how loud they could be I really did appreciate my fans and loved meeting new people. When the time was right after all.

I made it to the limo without losing any limbs so that was a good sign so far. Once the door was closed and we were on our way I took the moment to shut my eyes and just relax from the long days events. I let my mind wander at seeing all the girls standing outside and being disappointed when I just walked right on and didn't say a word. They were probably waiting there for hours and I made myself seem like an ass. Had it been my choice things would of been different, but that isn't how they saw it.

I sighed again and ran a hand through my hair. I was glad the day was over and I was going out to dinner to drink and just hang out with my friends from the set. Shooting didn't start for another four days and this gave me the chance to catch up on things with them all. I hadn't really kept in contact with any of them after the first movie was done filming. Everyone else just seemed to have their plates full with other things including myself and I was really looking forward to being around them all again.

The limo let me out at my apartment and I hurried inside to get a shower and dress to meet the gang. It was nice to be able to settle into one place and not live day by day in a hotel room. I pretty much refused to take any job that would require me to move from LA at that point. My job was amazing and I enjoyed acting, but at the same time I wanted to try and live a normal life.

My phone alarm went off letting me know it was time to leave so I gathered my things and rushed out the door. I would probably be late for everything if I didn't have my phone. I got into my normal none fancy car and headed out.

Apparently the memo that we were all meeting there got out and the place was swarmed with people standing outside with cameras and once again screaming girls. I could see some of my former co-stars in the middle of the mayhem putting on their fake smiles and complying with their fans. I took that moment to form an escape plan and how to make it to the door without being seen. Hopefully they were all too excited to be talking to them they wouldn't even notice I walked by. Yeah, like that would happen. I couldn't go anywhere without being seen, even if I wore a mask somehow someone would recognize me.

I pulled up my hood and stepped out of my car trying to act as normal as possible. In the back of my mind I wondered how funny it would be to just place myself with crowd and start screaming along with them. Find out how long it took them to notice I was standing there and who I was. I chuckled slightly and notice out of the corner of my eye my agent waving at me from a back door.

With a few slick movements I managed to get inside without being hassled and took the time to notice the restaurant was almost empty, but that was do to our director trying to keep us safe. I slid myself into a booth that was assigned to us and ordered a drink. I was the first one to make it inside so I was going to have to wait for the others before I could enjoy myself.

I stood up when Emmett sped in through the front door. He had become like a brother to me on set and I had missed him a lot. He was busier than me these past few months so I didn't get much time to keep in touch with him like I would of wanted.

"Edward, Hey man!" He shouted from across the room as he approached. Obviously just as excited to be there as I was. I took a step forward and smiled as we gave each other a friendly hug.

"It's been a long time Emmett. I'm glad you're here." We both sat down then and he ordered his drink before facing me.

"How the hell did you manage to get in here without having to deal with that?" He nodded in the direction of the front door and I grinned. "It's a mad house out there. I could only imagine how much worse it would be if you had gotten caught up in it."

Sure I was the lead role in the movies, but I didn't let it get to my head. "If you plan to live here you better know how to avoid a crowd." I laughed.

I faced the door again as the screams got louder do to it opening. Jasper, Alice, and Rosalie all stumbled in next and security quickly closed and locked them. I guessed this was all that was going to show tonight and I couldn't be happier.

Alice bounced as she made her way to the table and I stood so I wasn't pounced on while sitting in the booth. Alice had played my wife in the first movie, but her and Jasper had always been dating since past work they had done together. She was like a little sister to me anyways so it gave Jasper less stress to have to worry about fighting me off too. Rosalie on the other hand was an amazing person, but for some reason always assumed we would eventually end up together. As did the media. I fucking hated the media and the things that would get printed in magazines and posted on the Internet. My life was too complicated at the moment to worry about dating and just like with Alice I saw her as nothing more than a sister.

I had to cut back on the drinking out with my co-stars during the last film because no matter how much I didn't want to be with Rosalie, when I drank someone always managed to get a picture of us kissing. Or me holding her in my lap and it was everywhere the next day that we were dating. Even drunk I could always refuse actually leaving with her and getting myself into more trouble, so I had to thank the little voice in the back of my mind multiple times for that one.

We caught up on things and laughed and enjoyed being around each other again. I made sure to cut myself off so I didn't get drunk since one I had driven myself and two did not want to get in trouble. I had to constantly change the subject or move myself from Rosalie to avoid her in the nicest way possible.

I found myself looking off around the restaurant as the others went on and on about anything and everything. There were a few people that were staring in our direction, either from the noise or they recognized who we were. One person in general stood out the most from the rest and I found myself staring. A woman probably around 23 was sitting in a booth alone stretched out on the seat as she leaned back against the wall. She was reading a book and casually eating on what seemed to be soup. She looked more peaceful than you would think someone could find in a small restaurant on the corner of a busy city. Her long dark brown hair stretched down past her shoulders and she wore this cute knit beanie that covered the top of her head and part of her face. I could barely see her eyes as they scanned the page on the book that she was in deep thought about, but when I finally did I had this odd feeling in the pit of my stomach.

They were normal brown eyes so I didn't understand why that had effected me so much. I had to quickly look away when she turned her eyes from the book and in my direction. I guess she had that feeling someone was looking at her and of course it had been me.

I tried not to let me eyes linger in her direction the rest of the night, but found it extremely hard to do. What the hell was wrong with me? I had way more important things to worry about than stalking some girl. I didn't even have time to devote to a girl for that matter. I shut my eyes and ran a hand through my hair not even understanding why I had these thoughts.

Just moments before I was repulse by the thought of having someone in my life to deal with and all that had just been thrown out the window when I felt the need to get to know her. Something about the way she was there alone and how she looked made me find her interesting. Like she had a life style I dreamed of or secrets I wanted to know. I clenched my teeth together and for the hundredth time directed my attention back to my co-stars.

It was getting late and I was tired of pushing Rosalie off me so I called it a night. Getting everyones numbers that had changed I added them to my phone and said my good byes. Before I left I took one last glance at the woman I would probably never see again and snuck out the same way I entered.

It was very disappointing to just let that opportunity go away without knowing what could of happened if I talked to her. For all I know she could of been a bitch and told me to leave her alone. It was just one of those choices that haunt you forever and make you wonder what if?

Bella [POV]

I cursed as I struggled with the dratted lock on the front of my book store. Just another thing I was going to have to get fixed with the money I didn't have. Thankfully my best friend Jacob Black was still lingering around like he always did. It was nice having my own store and my best friend as my only other co-worker. He was the only one that seemed to be able to work the lock just right.

I always joked and told him it was because he was gay and good with his hands. I had known him practically my whole life and we always told each other we were going to grow up and get married, just so we knew we wouldn't fall out of touch. That was until about 8th grade when he suddenly announced he was gay. It took me by complete surprise and according to him he was just as thrown back.

Even so I still loved him to death and was glad he stuck by me all these years. He was the perfect best friend gay or not.

I gave it one last try and growled as Jake started laughing at me.

"Dammit!" I sighed and held up the keys for him to take, finally admitting my defeat.

"Oh calm down." He grinned and poked the tip of my nose before locking the store up with ease.

I just shook my head and took the keys back before giving him a hug. "Love you girl, see you tomorrow."

He kissed my cheek and I rolled my eyes playfully. He still amused me to this day at how he would act sometimes. He was Jake though so I did not care what he did as long as he always came back to me. I said bye and started walking to my favorite restaurant in the city.

It was the place I went to every night after work for my down time and some wonderful soup. My perfect place I could find peace in a busy loud city as odd as that may sound. The owner of the place Beth had given me a key to the back door over time so I wouldn't have to fight through the crowds like tonight.

They got a lot of famous people who would come eat there and fans would always show up and make a scene.

I had become friends with everyone who worked there and we were all like a little family. I was told there was a group of people having dinner there that night that were working on a new movie, but that was all the information given to me. Once I saw the crowd out front I knew it had to be someone big.

I walked in through the back door and through the kitchen saying 'hi' to the cooks and went on my way to my favorite booth in the place. Beth made sure to keep that one private just for me and always had my food ready when I would arrive. It just seemed I would always show up around the same time and so often she didn't even charge me anymore.

I couldn't ask for more. Those people who worked there were like angles and the nicest people I had ever met in my entire life. I kept to myself when these events would take place, not wanting to distract anyone working with my chit chatter when they were trying to keep a good impression on their restaurant. Especially when famous people would come in and people outside with cameras. It had to live up to it's hype.

The soup was amazing as always and I pulled my favorite book out of my bag to begin reading. I had gotten used to the screaming people from outside so when the door would open it wouldn't even phase me anymore. I just kept to myself and enjoyed my time there.

Any normal person would think I was crazy if I told them that was my peaceful spot, but they just didn't understand the mix of it all. It really wasn't worth trying to explain.

I heard the people finally enter and the screaming outside seemed to ease up some for a while. I never looked up from my table until I had this strange feeling someone was watching me. My eyes searched the room for a second before I saw who it was. I recognized him like anyone else on this planet would.

However I didn't know anything about him. I wasn't like your typical girl when it came to famous gorgeous male actors and stalked them looking up everything possible about them on the Internet. I knew he was one of my favorite actors and I really enjoyed his work, but that was about it. I couldn't tell you his birthday, or what town he was born in or anything like that. My breath hitched slightly and I watched him look away before my eyes darted back to the pages of my book. Out of all the people in the restaurant even his friends that seemed to be having a nice time, why on earth had he been staring at me so hard? I made sure I hadn't lost my pants or something.

I took a moment to gather my thoughts and shove him aside. Maybe he was just checking out the restaurant and I was over reacting. I sighed and went back to reading, not even looking up as I heard them leave. I knew I would never see him again and there was no reason to make a big deal out of it. Yes I know he was one of my favorite actors, but I could live with the fact I got to actually see him and take it to my grave without actually having to speak to him and be content.

"Slide over beautiful."

I smiled to myself knowing that voice from anywhere. I looked up at Jake and tucked my book back into my bag as I made him room. His arm instantly wrapped around my shoulder as he sat down and I rest my head against him.

"I thought you were going home?" I asked, kind of surprised to see him there so late. "I didn't think I would see you until you dragged your ass out of bed tomorrow and had me make you breakfast."

He just shrugged and smiled. "I saw the crowd outside and wondered if people finally noticed you would make a wonderful model. I had to make sure no one else took credit for you except me after all." He laughed only teasing.

I rolled my eyes. "Please."

"So I take it I missed the excitement?" I saw his eyes scan the room to try and find someone famous or some reason for the crowd of people.

"You're about 5 minutes late. Edward Cullen and the rest of the stars from Reject Lovers were here. I'm guessing to talk about working on the sequel." I noticed Jake's jaw drop and I grinned. I knew he was in love with Edward and thought he was the most gorgeous man in the world, as did I, so it was nice to hold that over his head. I wasn't going to be too mean about it though.

"Did you get to talk to them?" He was a little more excited than I would of thought. I expected him to be angry he had missed them and cursing about it.

I simply just shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even know who it was until I caught one of them staring at me. At least I think they were..." That thought was going to bug me forever now. I sighed.

"Which one was it?"

I doubted he would believe me so instead of making him continue to ask I went ahead and told him. "Edward."

He yelped and smiled. "Edward Cullen checking out my beautiful Bella? Doesn't surprise me."

"Jake! Wipe that smirk off your face." I laughed. "I'm not even sure if he was. So don't get too excited."

Did I really care anyways? It was a one in a million chance we would ever cross paths again so it didn't seem worth getting bent out of shape about it.

He just kissed my cheek and helped himself to finishing my soup like he usually would with any meal I had. I didn't understand how he stayed so thin and in shape with all the food he poured into himself. I went back to reading my book as he enjoyed eating, then we just talked for a while.

The place was closing and we both did our part in helping as much as we could. They deserved everything and more we could give them after all they did for us. Just like always they pushed us out and didn't let us help. Always saying it was a pleasure to have us around. It did no good to protest so we shared our good byes and they knew we would be back the following night.

Edward [POV]

I growled as the alarm clock went off and drug my ass out of bed to begin my day. I had a ton of paper work to go over and a script to learn. In only three days we would start shooting and I didn't feel prepared at all.

I grabbed some clothes from my drawer and took a quick shower. The hot water helped wake me up, but I was still feeling lazy when it came to doing what I was suppose to. Knowing it had to be done I didn't put it off any longer. I grabbed my keys and script and drove to my favorite coffee shop. It was hard to keep my presence on the low when the talks of filming was started got out.

Just like the first movie there were always people waiting at every corner wanting a picture or autograph no matter where you went. At least that is how things seemed. Maybe I just had that type of luck.

My car roared to life as I turned the key and I put in my favorite CD into the player. I turned the volume up as loud as I could stand and pulled out of my drive way. From seeing me in the streets or on film I didn't expect people to understand my taste of music at all just by looking at me. I loved a little bit of everything, but I was in an Eleventeen type of mood that morning. Maybe it was because it helped wake me up even more.

I chose my typical parking spot away from the crowded streets and possible fan attacks and walked the rest of the way to the coffee shop. Surprisingly I did not encounter anyone at all. The walk was peaceful with my Ipod and script in hand.

Thankfully the coffee shop of my choosing was family owned and even though they knew who I was they treated me like a normal person. It was perfect.

The longer I sat there trying to read over my script the more restless I got. I ended up getting frustrated with trying to read when my body wanted to jump up and down. I bit my lip and decided to leave. It probably wasn't the best choice since I really needed to get my work done and I knew I wasn't being responsible with my job and not being prepared. I was good at this though, it wasn't like it was my first time acting. I could get over this script in no time over the next few days. Maybe I could even finish it tonight if I felt the motivation or I could just wing it when it came to acting. I mean that really was the point wasn't it? A good actor could make up their own lines and things to do on the spot if needed. I could do it too.

I sighed and shoved the script into my back pocket as I grabbed my coffee and stood. It was early enough in the morning that the streets weren't too crowded yet, so I didn't have to go into ninja mode and try to avoid being seen. I walked around the city for a while looking into random windows of the various shops as I listened to my Ipod.

I quickly ignored the loud pounding in my ears from the speakers as I took in the sight of an old book store. At least it looked old. It wasn't the store that got my attention, but the lady sitting behind the counter reading a book.

The same woman I had seen the night before at the restaurant. What were the chances? I finally noticed I was standing there like an idiot with my mouth open when the sun reflected in the window showing my reflection instead of her. I pulled the headphones out of my ears and stood to the side of the store slightly so no one would see I had been staring.

My hand found it's way through my hair as I stood there thinking. Wondering if I should attempt to go talk to her. I found myself having the same conversation in my head as I had the night before. Going over the reasons why this was a bad idea and why I did not need anything more in my life to worry about. However the feeling inside me kept pulling at my chest wanting me to walk through the doors. To go meet her, find out her name and anything about her life in general. I wanted to know everything about her and I couldn't explain why.

The whole bitch thing popped into my head again. That was a slight fear and would really crush me if she turned me down. I took another look at her through the window and smiled, there was no way this woman was a bitch. Her eyes seemed too peaceful the way they scanned over the pages of the book and the way her free hand twirled a strand of her hair. She was absolutely adorable.