A/N: Okay, here's another story for you. Hope you like it…

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight or her characters… I'm just taking them for a joy ride ;)

Until Tomorrow

Chapter 1- Dreaming of You, Selena.

Bella.

In a swift and harsh movement I pulled my phone out of my bag, glancing at the time. I was running late, and was anticipating a long scolding and lecture session from my co-workers, but even worse, from my mother. Since she owned the stupid place.

"Can you hurry it up?" I nearly hissed to the taxi driver. He scowled at me through the rear-view mirror. I just rolled my eyes and intertwined my fingers together nervously. I tried to clear my head as we slowly inched forward in traffic.

It was a beautiful day. Nice, not too warm or cold. Just…right. Forks, Washington was nothing compared to New York. That's why I moved here. That and I would have to help run the family business of real-estate. Oh the joy. As I looked out the window of the taxi I couldn't help but groan. Today was not a good day, well beside the weather.

"Can't you just…zip around these people?" I suggested to the taxi driver who was supposedly named Jim. How original. "It can't be that hard. I mean, I've seen it in the movies and—"

He cut me off. "Look lady, I'm going as fast as I can." He took a swig from his cigar and looked back at me through the rear-view mirror. "Unless you want to drive this beautiful peice of machinery, then I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Or, go on foot." His New York accent more pronounced toward the end, and I could tell he was mad.

"Okay, fine." I said and leaned back in my seat. It was a little slow this week, and there wouldn't be anyone at the business, right? It was just a little family company, how busy can it get? Well, this is New York…I argued with myself.

"You can get out now," Jim said. "We're here," He smiled sickly sweet. I nodded my thanks and grabbed my coffee, bags and coat. I tossed him his bills and slammed the door shut behind me.

"Watch it," A man on the street growled to me as I almost knocked him down with my bag. I didn't even have a chance to apologize. (Like I really would even if I did have the time. Sad, but true).

As I raced through the double doors of the building I almost slipped on the slick marble floor. I caught my balance and ran to the mahogany elevator.

I pressed the 'up' button fast and roughly with my right thumb. Thankfully I heard the bell ding, and I was shuffling my way into the elevator. Once I was in, I placed my bag on the floor, and straightened out my clothes. I pushed my sunglasses back on top of my head and took a sip of my coffee.

I reached for the number 27 and it lit up. The doors were about to close when a pale hand made its way in between them, stopping it. I was puzzled, who could it be? I was sure it wasn't him…he would have to be late, even if it was him. I stared after the hand, it looked smooth. I had to pull my hand back to my side; I was very tempted to feel it, just to see if it was as soft as it looked. I soon realized it was male when I saw the tendons in his arm pulse out as he pulled the doors open with one hand.

I looked up to see the face that the hand belonged to, and had the wind knocked out of me when I saw who it was. It was him.

The emerald green eyes, the bronze unorganized hair and the strong features. Him. His hair was even messier than usual, it was windblown. The one I have seen everyday for the past year. I was sort of developing a crush on him…even though we had never spoken. But, I had always tried to talk to him. I had always, as childish as this sounded, rehearsed what I would say to him as I laid in bed, every night.

Once he was in, he reached over to press the number 20, and went back to where he was standing. He took one glance at me and cleared his throat awkwardly before staring straight ahead at the doors.

Why did he look at me like that? Maybe if I would stop staring… I thought.

Nahh. Not going to happen, I couldn't keep my eyes away from him. He was wearing a black button down top, which had the two top buttons un-done. The sleeves of his shirt were pushed back to his elbows, emphasizing his muscular arms. He was also wearing some nice professional pants. Nice.

The whole ride, I stared at the back of his head. I didn't even know his name. We would always see each other on the elevator. On the way over here, and when he got off, which was apparently three o'clock. Because that was the time that I got off. Well—I showed houses at three to optimistic and pessimistic buyers.

The bell dinged and signaled that this was his stop. As the elevators door opened, he shifted to his other foot uncomfortably, waiting for the doors to open. But, before walking out of the elevator he gave me one side glanced look. And, this time, I knew he was looking at me. I was the only other person in here.

When I was caught looking, I blushed and averted my gaze to the ceiling. I heard his footsteps walk out. I looked back to see if he was out, or still standing there. He was gone. I didn't even have a chance to ask him his name…but even if I did, I would still be too speechless to say anything. I will say something to him…I will…I want to.

The doors closed and I sighed.

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"Bella…I've told you," My mother ran a hand down her face, and blinked. "Don't be late anymore okay? It's been a busy week," oh, sure it has.

"Okay, I'm sorry I shouldn't—"

"No," She cut me off. "Don't start Bella. I don't need this. Just…go."

I glared at her. "Don't treat me like I am a child. I'm twenty-seven years old, I think I can handle myself. Yes, I know I was late today, but it was the first time I have ever been late. It's not like I do this frequently. So we lost one customer. Big deal, mom this is New York. There are so many people here, we will get enough business. Just…chill," I said before leaving.

Now, I finally understood why my dad wanted a divorce from my mom. She could be cold, shallow, and really blunt. I use to hate my dad for divorcing my mom and making us move to New York. Now, I finally understood. I loved my mom, but sometimes she can treat me like I'm dirt, and like I was a moody teenager. When I'm not. So I was twenty minutes late, I overslept. It happens to everyone.

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I was already stressing enough about everything, I didn't want to add my mom to the list of reasons why I was upset.

"So, how did it go?" Angela, my best friend, appeared out of no where and nudged my shoulder. "Did the almighty Renee talk to you about how you need-to-be–on- time-and-the-judge-of-your-life talk?" She pressed, amusement dancing in her eyes.

"Yes," I inhaled deeply. "Wait—how did you know?"

"I got it last week," She shrugged. "So, how are you and Ben doing?" Ben, my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend since yesterday.

"It's over," I sighed, and ran my hand through my hair, a crease started to from in Angela's eyebrows as she stared at me. "He was just…too quiet. He's really sweet, but not for me…"

"Oh, you're waiting for 'Mr. Elevator Man' to make his move huh?" She chuckled and continued to follow me as I took a seat in my cubicle.

"No," I slapped her arm playfully. I told her about how I was starting to develop a crush on him. So she would call him 'Mr. Elevator Man' since that was the only time I would see him. Or, sometimes she would just call him, him. With more exaggeration on the letter 'm'. "He doesn't even know my name,"

"He can…if you want him to. Just talk to him." She said, leaning on the desk. "Just say 'hi, I'm Bella and I watch you everyday when you come on the elevator. I think you are extremely hot, so I was wondering…can I have your number?'" She teased. I blushed and hid my face in my hands.

"Shut up." I groaned as I heard her giggle. "He is probably dating someone. And, I could never be so…blunt—like my mother—and just start a random conversation with him. He's so…intimidating," She mouthed the words like she knew what I was going to say.

"I know, you tell me that everyday." She smiled. "Even if he is taken, just strike up a conversation. You never know unless you try…" and with that, she left.

I shook my head and logged onto my computer, my thoughts consuming me. I couldn't even remember what I was supposed to be doing until my mom walked by and smacked my head with her folder.

"Wake up," She grunted and rolled her eyes, passing me and walking into the office supply room.

"Love you too," I said sarcastically and rubbed the spot where she hit me. I reached for the phone when I heard it ring.

"Bella Swan, Dazzle Real-Estate, how can I help you?" I felt like I was in a cheesy movie or commercial as I uttered those words. One of my mothers rules, we had to answer the phone like that…or it was off with our heads. (Not really, but you get it).

"Hi, my name is Mary Alice Brandon—but I go by Alice—I just wanted to make sure that our four thirty appointment was still on?" Her voice was bubbly and like tinkling bells as it ran through the phone to my ear.

"Yes, it is. I will meet you at four-thirty, I found a few more houses that I'm sure you and your husband will be interested in." I said. My voice sounded pale and plain in comparison to hers.

"Thanks." She said. We exchanged goodbyes and hung up. I rubbed my eyes, yawning. I barley got here, and I was already begging to go home. Today is going to be a long day…

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"Wait!" I yelled when I saw that the elevator doors were closing. Thankfully someone stopped it before it closed. When I saw who it was that stopped it, my breathing started to come out in short gasps, and my palms started to sweat. When my eyes met his I quickly looked to the ground and walked in to the elevator, toward the back this time, and let my hair conceal my face as the blush made its way over from my neck to my cheeks.

Childishly, I hid behind a tall man with a top hat so that he couldn't see me, and I couldn't see him. I could feel someone's gaze on me, so I looked up to see who it was.

It was Angela. She was smirking and giving me a pointed glance at him. I shook my head furiously at her, 'don't. please,' I mouthed to her. She took a step closer to him, still smirking at me. Now, I was waving my arms in the air, trying to get her to stop. She looked like she was fighting laughs as she looked away from the both of us. I breathed out a sigh and looked at him to see that he was looking at me like I was mental. I lowered my arms back to my side. And smiled sheepishly and hid behind the tall man again.

As the elevator went down, I decided I would talk to him. Why base your life on these 'what if's?' go for it I told myself. I had everything planned out. I would tap on his shoulder and say hello, or a friendly good afternoon.

I scooted around the couple of men that were blocking me from him. And when I got close enough to touch his shoulder, I did. I tapped it lightly, I saw him turn toward me, but I chickened out. I pretended to drop my bag on the ground. I went to my knees and took too long to pick up my bag, but I was too scared to see what he would say. I felt like I was in high school, like the nerd trying to talk to the head football star athlete. I felt like the acne ridden kid and him asthe popular perfect faced big man on campus.

I stood up and saw him walk out of the elevator and I sighed. I let others go in front of me, and I saw Angela give me a sad smile. I didn't return it. I was the last to exit the elevator, and as I watched him walk out of the building I ran a hand through my hair.

"Until tomorrow," I breathed before walking out of the building myself and smiling to the doorman John.

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A/N: Alright, tell me what you thought..just a crazy idea I came up with. No, the story is not based off of the song Until Tomorrow by Paramore. So, don't ask me if it is lol.

Review :) thanks.

-&-Pixie Hollow.