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EDWARD POV:

Just one more needle, I shoved the metal quickly into my veins my head spun with the feel of intoxication. Heroin you are a life saver. I sat in the back of an alley getting my daily dose of Life. The exilir swiftly ran through my veins. My body shook with satisfaction.

The syringe fell to the pavement. Finally my fix has been filled, the dark alley seemed to become more pleasing on my eyes. The street lamps on the end became brighter and the world seemed to slow down. or if not completely stop.

My clothes were starting to look grungy and I still had work tonight and god knows I would be late as usual. The alley swirled, spiders crawled from the cracks of the bricks.

"Fuck!" I muttered trying to get away my fear of spiders always became relevant with each different dose. Crawling/dragging my body out of the alley away from the spider infested building. The street lamps dimmed just a little and I felt darkness in the corners of my vision. I leaned up against the bricks for support so much for the love of my life treating me kindly.

I shook and the ground below me did as well, as freaking weird as it seemed the whole earth seemed to be shaking. "How wonderful."

I started laughing thank god no one was around to hear the cackles of Edward Masen, not like anyone would stop to see what was going on anyway. We were in Chicago everyone hid form the back alleys and the abandoned places. They were scary full of creepers and rapist wandering the streets or your local addicts like myself. At 17 you would think I would still be in school, or have my degree or something of a more positive nature.

But no, my life went down the tubes once that fuck head came into my life. No I was like this a Heroin addict: Dictionary definition one who is addicted to Heroin. Fun huh?

I haven't pictured my life any other way since I was 12 years old, everything happy ended then. The ground stopped shaking and things became more clear the light dimmed to the point of being a street lamp again and not a beacon of hope ha ha ha.

It was all returning to its original position, the spiders slowly crept back into there holes. Looking at the digital watch I got from the dollar store last week.

"Shit, 30 minutes. Late again Bob is going to kill me." I stood up, tripping over my own two feet, I felt dizzy and like I was going to throw up.

Rushing into the doors of Bob's Quickie Mart it all seemed really familiar. I'm always late. Always.

"Edward, is that you?" Bob yelled from the back room. Most likely getting his late night cigarette.

"Yeah, Bob." I sighed really hoping this wasn't the end of my only job I have been able to hold on to.

"Well, get your ass in gear boy your 30 minutes late." Thank god. I rushed to the back room and grabbed my vest. Sitting on the stool behind the counter. Bob left shortly after I arrived, I worked the grave yard shift, not that I was complaining. I could usually get a nap in. I pulled out my sheets for music and started writing.

At around 2:00 in the morning 5 people walked in. I was engrossed in my writing.

"Excuse me..." The women hovered over me. I looked up into the face of a blond haired woman. She was gorgeous I'll give her that but way to close for my taste.

"Yeah..." I raised my eyebrows waiting for the freaking question. She glared. I almost laughed except well, there was a humongous guy standing next to her and well I was scared.

"Can you open the freezers in the back please we wanted to get some Ice cream." A little pixie girl interrupted the meeting between Blondie and me. I know your probably wondering why anyone locks up the ice cream, well those lil thieving kids around the neighborhood I think you get it.

"Ummm, sure let me find the key." I dropped down from the stool and below the counter my hand rested firmly on the edge. There the key was with the little ice cream cone key chain hanging from it. I grabbed it rising to the surface, that was until I slammed my head on the counter. "Well, FUCK!"

I rubbed my head. "You okay pal?" A billowing voice rang through the store.

"Sure." I got back up with the key in hand. Walking through the swooshing door. I was followed by four people. Unlocking the door was rather simple. "Your going to want to hold the door open between choosing because once its closed again it will be locked."

They shook their heads. I walked back to the front of the store and there stood a gorgeous blond boy. I was mesmerized staring at him.

"You play?" interupted my staring.

"Huh?" I shook my head once. Clearing out the thoughts.

"Do you play?" I looked down at my sheet music it looked like a disaster, but the truth was it was my disaster.

"I use to." I replied, shuffling the papers together.

"What do you mean use to?" He looked back at me his gorgeous ice blue eyes penetrating me. "As you have quit?"

"Yeah." I put the papers under the counter.

"Why would you quit?" His eyes were piercing me to my soul, well that was if I had one left.

"Complicated." I muttered running my hand through the entanglement I called my hair.

"Jasper Cullen." He stuck his hand out, his hands looked smooth and delicate.

"Edward Masen." I grabbed his hand and I swear an electric shock roared through my frame. I shook it off he seemed completely calm and at ease maybe it was just the after effects of the heroin. Footsteps rang through out the building. The other four emerged from behind the aisle of chips. Carrying about 20 containers of Ice cream .

ice cream clanked to the counter and I started ringing them up. They kept watching me ring up the ice cream.

"Your total is $89.00." I almost choked on my own words. "I might sound rude here but do you really need 89 dollars worth of Ice cream?"

"We're having a party!" The lil blacked haired girl squeaked.

"Okay." I bagged all the ice cream. "Please come again."

I smiled and returned to sitting on my ass. And writing my disasterpiece.

JASPER POV:

When we got back home from the store, the only I had stuck in my mind was that Edward guy. He was gorgeous. But very skinny almost in a sickly fashion.

"God did you see the cashier?" Rosalie huffed, storming her way to the kitchen

"Yeah." I replied slightly confused.

"Man he looked nasty. He was to skinny and pale. YUCK!" Rosalie was pissing me off.

"What the hell does it matter what he looked like?!" I yelled, her judgemental ways were going to kill me.

"Woah Jasper man calm down." Emmett tensed watching me with that look on his face. The look of don't yell at my girlfriend even though she's your twin.

"It matters because when you work having to communicate with people you need to make yourself presentable." She yelled right back. Alice and Bella quietly sat on the couch cuddling with one another. "Also he smelled weird and looked like he just got off a 3 day drunk."

"Oh fuck off Rosalie, not everyone can meet your expectations." I screamed racing up the stairs I knew sooner or later one of them was going to come after me. I guess it was coming sooner, cuz i heard the heavy footsteps racing after me damn it all.

I got to my room trying to shut the door fast before Emmett could reach it. Emmetts body weight became part of the door.

"Jasper just give up." Emmett stated pushing against the door.

"Fine." I muttered allowing him to enter.

"What is up with you man?" Emmett asked shutting the door behind him I sat on my bed.

"I don't really know." I replied placing my face in my hands. Everyone in my house knew I was gay. Big frigin deal.

"Why were you so defensive over this Edward fellow?" I loved it when Emmett used the word fellow it was well to funny.

"I think I like him." I replied.

"REALLY?! you just met him!" I sighed.

"I know, but when he shook my hand there was something there. Something I can't really explain." This day was turning out to suck really bad.

"Maybe you should go search him on the computer maybe hes got a myspace. And I know that feeling, I had it when I hug your sister." He laughed when my face gave away the disgusting images.

"Fine, I will." He left without a second glance. I turned on my lap top and went to google.

I searched for Edward Masen and I about died when thousends of things came up. WTF?! I clicked on the first one. The article was titled

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE EDWARD MASEN?

Reading it over it was about a piano player who dropped from the scene he was supposedly 13 when he disappered. Some supposed child prodigy. What a pompous ass. I scrolled down a little more revealing a picture of the 13 year-old and I stopped. I was staring at the hot cashier from Bob's Quickie Mart.

Holy shit!

Now I want to know what happened to Edward Masen!

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