A/N This is not Beta'd. I don't even know someone to ask to Beta... it's my first time so please be gentle...

I do not own Twilight. I own this idea of a story that has been in my head for months. No copyright infringement intended.

Then the conversation stopped
And I looked down at my feet
I was next to you and you were right there next to me

She's sitting there again. Just like Monday and last Wednesday and Saturday and the Wednesday and Monday before that. Not that I'm stalking her or anything. I'm just a casual observer, who has happened to notice her in a total non-creepy way.

She's wearing a tank top again. A blue one that makes her shiny dark hair and tanned skin look amazing. A top that makes me start to wonder how tan the rest of her is…

"Why don't ya stop staring and go talk to her?" Jasper bumps my shoulder as he hands me my beer. I swear his southern drawl comes out more when he's busting my balls. "Otherwise you're just going to come off as a creeper"

"I'm not staring, I'm observing. She's always sitting there… by herself… drinking a Blue Moon with an orange and sitting there…"

"By herself, yeah I got that part While You Were Staring at Her!" he shouts the last part at me.

"Dude shut up! She might hear you!" I glance nervously toward her table. She's not even looking towards us, or more importantly me. I'm not used to that. Girls usually at least check me out. Not this girl. This girl never seems to notice anyone… except that stupid server Riley who is always hitting on her, or the bouncer Emmett. I might have seen her laughing at something that big dumb oaf said to her when he was checking ID's.

"Look, Ed you can continue this staring problem you have if you want but you're going to have to start doing it alone. This bar has grown tiresome to me." I see Jasper eye the bartender Rosalie and I snort.

"Tiresome? You mean you've fucked everyone here you can"

"Basically, yea" he downs the rest of his beer. "And the other ones…well its time for me to move on."

Jesus, Jasper won't let this thing with Rosalie go. The girl is hot I'll give him that but her personality sucks. I don't know why he even cares. I guess the Playboy model blond bimbo look never did anything for me. Besides, I think her and Emmett are a thing this summer.

"This bar is way better than any of the other ones close by. Unless you really want to talk to drunk tourist girls sipping Appletini's or whatever the fuck it is city girls drink." I motion to Rosalie for two more as I turn my back to the bar and lean back on my elbows.

My view has just gotten a whole lot better. She's looking at her phone and scrunching her eyebrows together. She looks worried or maybe annoyed? I'm not sure but either way I find myself wondering what she's looking at and why I care. This girl is under my skin… and I like it.

"You know what? Drunk tourist city girls sounds real good right about now. Have fun creepin." He grabs his phone off the bar and turns to walk away as Rosalie sets down our two Blue Moons.

"Wait... I just got you another beer!" I hold up the glass as he turns around and sighs.

"Give it to her" Jasper points to my staring problem "And call me when you're cool again" he stomps out of the bars entrance. Emmett shakes his head and laughs to himself at Jasper's dramantics.

"Having boyfriend problems Edward?" Rosalie giggles as she wipes down the bar. "You two are soooooo cute when you fight"

"Shut up" I reach for my beer and raise it to my mouth

"He's right you know. You should stop staring."

I almost choke on my drink as my head snaps up and I'm met with big brown eyes and long dark hair. A delicate smile plays at her lips and she quirks an eyebrow at me.

"It's rude"

I know I should say something but I'm lost for words. My staring problem has just called me out. And she's even prettier up close. Prettier and much, much smaller. Short and sweet I think to myself as my mind starts to wonder about all of the sweet parts she has…

I want to touch her face. I want to brush her hair out of her big, big eyes. I want to hear her voice again. I want to grab the back of her neck and pull her into me and kiss her long and slow. Let all these motherfuckers in here know that she's mine.

Wait what? Mine? I shake my head trying to clear it.

"Oh my God Edward… a fight with your boyfriend and the girl you've been creeping on busts you. You just made my night" Rosalie is practically doubled over laughing.

"I'll take that drink though" brown eyes smiles up at me as she reaches around behind me to snag Jasper's full beer. Her chest brushes against mine as she does and I suck in a breath. I let it out slow, praying that my dick will try and behave itself while she's this close and look down at her. "Cheers!" she clinks her glass with mine then brings it to her mouth taking a large gulp, never breaking eye contact. She licks her lips, winks and walks back to her table.

I watch her ass the whole time.

I may or may not subtly adjust myself.

OK it wasn't subtle.

I don't give a fuck.

I reach in my pocket, pull out a twenty and throw it on the bar. "Wrong Rose." I say smiling "Best night ever." then I finally find my balls and make my way over to her table.

My creeping is over.

I hope.