A/N: Hey, everyone. I got this done later than I initially wanted but considering I have work and classes, I think I did ok. Just to recap, I am not continuing Fix Me because I'm pretty much doing it over. I don't know what to call this yet because it's still a work in progress but I like this so far and want to see where this goes. Let me know what you guys think. No beta so all mistakes are my own.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the title belongs to Lana Del Rey :D.

Prologue (EPOV)

I close my eyes and relax against the booth I'm siting in as I let the warm scotch wash over my teeth. I'm not even there, letting the music and people fade as I lose myself in my thoughts, something I do quite often. I'm all about tomorrow's classes and what I have left to do for my upcoming paper as I roll my glass back and forth absently, the clink of the ice mesmerizing me until I feel someone watching me.

"Hey there, handsome. What are you doing here all by yourself?"

I slowly open my eyes, barely glancing at her. The lights of the club are low but I can still see her enough. She's all tits and tight material that covers nothing at all because I can see her hot pink bra through her dress. I guess that's the point, huh?

"Shouldn't that be my line?" She giggles and I know that the sarcasm has gone right over her head.

"That was funny."

"It wasn't a joke."

Her smile falters a bit but her sexy face is back and she's leaning in closer.

"How bout we loosen you up a bit. Dance with me?" she asks me, taking my hand already.

I watch her, her hand squeezing mine a bit. She's not bad at all. She has that pretty girl look that would look sooo much better if her face wasn't a mask of makeup plaster. So I let her lead me to the dance floor and pulls my arms around her waist. The music is something upbeat but something I can dance to. I let her lead, her body twisting and rocking against mine to the beat. I admit it feels good but not where it counts.

I hold her hips as she turns and grinds her ass against me, giving me a look over her shoulder and I just watch her. She looks at me with too much hope and I know I'm not taking her home with me but I make her think I am as I cooperate with her. She bends over, rolling her hips and I look up to see the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I've ever seen and I blink to see that afterwards, they're gone. By the time I look back down, she's still at it so I let her finish. After she's tired, we sit back down and get another drink. A vodka this time. I down that shit, actually enjoying the burn of alcohol in my nose and throat. I feel her lean next to me and I look at her.

"What's the matter, hun?"

"Nothing.."

She nods but doesn't look convinced. Shit.

I'm still drinking and she's still leaning and after like ten minutes she says she's going home. I look at her, expected to hear an offering and when she doesn't, I'm surprised. Not that I would have taken it but still..

"Looks like you're having a rough night tonight." Like she can hear the question in my head.

"Try a rough life."

She chuckles and nods like she understands. She gestures to my fourth glass of vodka. Or was it six?

"Try to save some for someone else, Edward." I raise my glass a bit in my signature way; half sarcastic, half pathetic.

"See you next week, Tan." I give her a nod and lean my head back, letting it bump the cushion of the booth seat.

I met Tanya in my Communications class my freshman year of college and we hit it off pretty well. We hung out a lot outside of class, watching movies and eating out. That was three years ago.

Now, she gives me something to look forward to at the end of the week. After work, I come here and drink until she gets here. She'll put on something like the girls I used to date would wear, sometimes she'll even wear a wig. She'll do anything to make me laugh or at least feel better. She says she's humoring me but I think she pities me. I guess it's the same thing.

I know she'll be home, snuggled up with her girlfriend by the time I leave but I'll text her later to make sure she got home okay.

I take my loser ass home and keep the lights off when I come in. Dumping myself onto my plush couch, another glass in my hand. It's water this time but it was very tempting not to be. I stare at the television, even though it's off and let myself wander again. But I can't quite this time because I keep seeing those eyes. I've seen them somewhere before, it's on the tip of my tongue..

I startle myself from the state I was just in; not quite sleep, not quite awake. I shift on the couch, groaning as I stiffly get up. I slowly make my way to bed as I smell a sweet fragrance of something and a faint trail of goosebumps left behind on my jaw. I make it upstairs to my lair, a bed and a big ass piano is all that occupies the large studio space. I strip, looking over at the open windows that line up the wall of the room, not really caring as I spill into my bed and under the covers. Laying on my back, I stare at the ceiling and let the alcohol claim me, knowing I've drank enough to lull me to sleep. I dream about those beautiful brown eyes.

A/N: Like I said before, work in progress but I of course still want you guys' criticism. There is no schedule of posting but I'll try to get the chapters out when I can. I don't want to just rush out stuff when it's not how I wanted it to be. Thank you for your support, people. I mean it.