I own absolutely nothing. Eric Hutchinson owns the song that inspired this, and Stephenie Meyers owns all of the Twilight characters.
PROLOGUE
Nobody plans out their lives.
Absolutely fucking no one.
The weekend has again rolled on towards me. I'd be thankful, especially this week. After a week of dealing with all of the dip-shit customers and my 'darling' little sister, Alice, and all of her wedding plans, I think I deserve a bit of a rest.
I work in an old little coffee shop. A nice and quiet place behind all of the hustle and bustle of the loud world. I started working here sometimes over the summer for a little extra cash, but people really seemed to enjoy my music, so Marge had asked me to stay full time.
I jumped up from my spot and the piano bench and said goodnight to everyone.
My boss caught me on the way out.
"So, dear Edward, got any plans for a lady friend?"
I chuckled, "Mrs. Franks-"
"Marge." She interjected.
"Okay, Marge. I don't have any interest for women right now. Living a little while is what counts right? I'm 22, Marge. I need to live a little."
As I made my way out she called to me,
"I know you'll find one. Tonight, sonny boy, I'll bet you what. Bring her back here, eh! Ya here me, sonny? I'd like to meet the young lady. She's' got some guts if she tries to break through your walls."
I stepped out into the cold night air of Seattle.
Ah, Seattle.
Nicest place for some of the best night clubs. Probably most of them father more-than-accounted-for-kids, drunk off your ass guys grinding on drunk off your ass girls giving right back to the guys.
All in all, you could say it would be a pretty fun night...if you are looking for some serious in shit trouble.
"Ring ring, hello? Ring ring, h-hello? Ring ring-"
My God damn phone.....? Emmett must have changed the damn ringtone again. Charlie the Unicorn though? Really?
I grabbed it from my pocket and put it up to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Edward Anthony Cullen! Haul your lazy ass back over to this house and help me with my fucking wedding!"
Damn. Alice. Should have looked at caller ID first...
"No, Alice. I'm going clubbing. Adios, ja ne, auf wiedersehen, bis dann, cia, au revoir, tot ziens!"
"I don't need you to say them in different languages you assho-"
I closed the phone quickly before anymore gibberish should be emitted from my annoying sister.
I started down the street. A club could be anywhere in Seattle, so I would just go and waltz around 'till I found one.
I whistled a familiar tune and started down the street.
No more wedding plans, no more work. Just me, a shot glass, and some good old sluts.
Yes, life is good.
Yes, no, maybe so?
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SillyRimy