This idea came to me after getting out of the shower. I usually hate when people take characters and put them in other situations but this was good…I just thought you might care (even though I am POSITIVE you don't)

How about I stop talking?

Edward looked out one of the large windows that made up the walls of the room he was in. Meanwhile a whiney voice asked him why he was staring out the window, and why wouldn't he pay attention to her. He rubbed his temples in quiet agony. The source of this migraine's name was Bernadette, who was notorious for sleeping around with anyone who owned a silk shirt. Many of the women of the town called her a homewrecker. Edward referred to her as his fiancé', and had since the day he was born. His father had arranged for them to be married once they were both of age. Much to his dismay, his eighteenth birthday was drawing near. He had despised Bernadette and her materialistic ways since the day they were introduced. As a boy he had spent his days thinking that he had all of the time in the world to find a way out of the marriage. But time was now running out. His spirits had by now been broken. He was the shell of a man and simply nodded at her words. But, being only human, Edward could only take so much shrill drabble at a time.

He let out a sigh "I am going out for a moment. I'd like some fresh air."

"Oh, great!" exclaimed Bernadette. "You can take me shopping!"

A few years ago Edward would have called her a spoiled leach who would rather marry a diamond than any man and then plead her to do so. But he was now broken. Instead he attempted to defend himself with a lie

"I actually was going to go to the court house and have some discussions and debates with some friends of mine." He said in a monotone voice.

"Oh." She replied, seeming almost repulsed. "That's boring. You go ahead." She stated waving her fan towards the door. "I'll stay here and have your musician play for me."

As he left she called out "I can't wait until we're married! Then you'll have to spend your days with me rather than at the museum or the silly court house." She giggled with pleasure at the thought.

"I am…overjoyed at the fact that we will soon be wed as well." He said lowly and then left the estate.

Walking down the town streets people said hello and greeted him with smiles. He would nod sadly before staring back down at his feet. Because he was looking at his feet rather than where he was going he ran into the fruit-stand worker. Apples and peaches scattered across the road.

"I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Edward explained as he gathered a few pears that were around him.

"Oh not at all, it was my fault in fact," Said the worker who knew their place. If some one was wealthy then they were not at fault.

Edward looked up at the frazzled fruit-stand worker who took the pears he had returned. She was beautiful. Mid-length brown hair draped over one of her shoulders as her brown eyes scanned the ground for anymore of the previously air-born citrus.

"Excuse me….but may I ask your name?" asked Edward.

"hm?" she looked up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh, my name is Bella Swan."

Edward nodded. "Well it's nice to meet you Bella my name is Edward Cullen."

Bella started to sort the fruit onto its respective pile on the cart.

Edward wasn't incomplete control of his mind at the moment, and was thus not conciouse of his next question.

"Would you please come with me?"

R&R no flames please. (The next chapter wont suck quite so badly)