A/N: Hey all, this is my first time writing a fan fiction and actually posting it :) I actually never intended for this to get further than my laptop, seeing as it didn't start out as a Twilight fan fiction, but I thought, 'hey why not, give it a go'! Feedback would be absolutely lovely, I'm a big fan of constructive criticism :) Huge thanks to writeswithcrayons for helping me out with this! I hope you guys enjoy it!!

p.s. I know that this first chapter is hella short, they'll get longer, promise :p

Disclaimer: Unfortunetly I did not make up Edward Cullen, or base him off of a real person (or any of these other fabulous characters). Stephanie Meyer is lovely for creating these people for us to play around with :)

BPOV

The air was hot and moist, and filled with the smell of stale cigarettes and cheap alcohol. But no one seemed to care; either that or they were just too drunk off their asses to notice. That's what Bella was doing that night, getting drunk off her ass. She was at her usual seat at the Hairy Monk, watching some re-runs of a Boston Red Sox game. It had been exactly two years since the accident, and every month on the day she drank for him. For all the parties he wouldn't get to go to, all the places he wouldn't be able to see, and the one person she couldn't love anymore.

"One more Tony." She tried to compose the words slurring out of her mouth. Her tongue felt numb, as well as her cheeks. She could feel her eyes closing on her as her vision became hazy. Senses that she has become well acquainted with throughout the years.

"Isabella, I think you have had enough for…"

"One more. Thanks." She knew when enough was enough, she learned that two years ago.

Tony handed her one last shot of the captain's tattoo and watched her familiar sour face appear as she gulped it down.

"And now it's a night. Take care Tony, I'll see ya later." Bella caught herself on the bar table just before she landed on the floor. In her head she was blaming it on her clumsiness, and the fact that her heels were slippery on the floor. She glanced around the dimly lit room to see if anyone was watching her, but their eyes were all fixated on the television screen. Truth is, they have all witnessed that same exact scene for the past two years.

Bella sauntered out of the bar, her head ducked down, and her long chocolate brown wavy hair shielding the tears coming out of her eyes from onlookers. The late November night's air immediately stung her moist cheeks and for a second she found herself unable to breath. She let the chill escape her throat as she leaned up against the brick building, and watched as her breath floated and danced away in the air.

She regained composure of her legs and feet and almost looking like a new born deer, she made her way out of the alley and to the corner of 14th and Broadway. Attempting to balance one foot on the sidewalk and one foot in the road, she tried to hail a taxi. Several flew by, as if they had more important customers to tend to at two in the morning.

Frustrated with failing, she sat down on the curb letting the heavy weight of her leather jacket pool up next to her, having her knees pulled up toward her chest she let her elbows rest on them and then hugged her arms around her head, in an attempt to make the world stop spinning for one moment. Or was it she that was spinning?

As she was contemplating the idea of just sleeping on the sidewalk the rest of the night, she heard a loud whistle coming from the mouth of a man next to her, followed by a deep voice bellowing out "Taxi!" Almost instantly a taxi stopped at Bella's feet.

"Well lucky you," she angrily mumbled, just loud enough for the man to hear her.

"Actually," she turned her head and saw a hand in front of her, shaking a little. She put her hand out and it strongly but also gently grasped around hers and pulled her up to her feet. She stumbled a little, and she could feel another warm hand on her side to help stabilize her center of gravity. "This one's is for you."

Bella looked up and was met with piercing green eyes, as bright and new as a fresh spring field. They were smiling at her, as well as his pearly whites and perfectly plump lips. She also took time to notice the way his freckles were dusted across his nose and cheeks. She met his eyes again and smiled a little, unable to think about anything other than the way his hand felt wrapped around her own as well on her waist. She felt her left hand get chilly as he removed his right hand to open the taxi door.

"You gonna be alright, love?" The stranger was smiling down at her as he helped her into the taxi. She picked up on his foreign accent this time, as well as the way his messy light brown hair was gently moved by the light night wind.

She slightly nodded back at him, already missing the way his hands were lingering gently on her waist. He smiled brighter, getting the reassurance he needed to let her go. "Well goodnight then." He nodded his head and closed the door.

Bella sat back in the seat letting the last event of the night soak away in her brain, hopefully to be used in the future for something nice to look back upon to make her smile when she was at her worst. Yes, she would be using that memory a lot, she decided.