AN: S. Meyer owns Twilight. Sorry this is up a day late, went Christmas shopping...I know, I suck.

~The Ghost Writer~

Chapter 2

"Boulevard Of Broken Dreams"

by

Green Day

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk alone

I walk alone
I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah
Ah-ah, Ah-ah

I walk alone
I walk a...

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

~*~

-Edward-

I don't get why people buy red apples.

Really, I don't know why they even bother. The likelihood of this shiny, waxed, red apple tasting grainy is highly possible. I, for one, do not like grainy apples. So I ask again, why does anyone bother? I much rather buy applesauce, you're guaranteed to like it. It says so on the label.

"Hey Edward, are you done yet?" asked Erik.

I looked at the pimply face teen, "Yeah, why?"

"Mike wants to talk to you in his office."

Ugh, Mike Newton.

The store's supervisor, and self proclaimed God's gift to earth, was such a dick-wad. Ever since he got promoted last month he's been riding everyone's ass. Especially mine.

Would that make him gay?

I don't flow that way, but if I did, I'd like to think I could attract better looking men.

Just saying.

I groaned and rubbed my face, "Alright, tell him I'll be there in a minute."

Erick picked at one of the many pimples on his face, "Well, you better hurry up, it sounds urgent."

God, I threw up a little in my mouth. I mean, I'm standing right in fucking front of him. Can't he pop that shit in privet?

"Take over for me then, I don't want your boss' panties riding up his ass," I threw my utility knife at him.

He jumped back and let it hit the floor, "Jesus, Edward, you could really hurt someone like that."

I rolled my eyes and walked to the back of the store to Mikes tiny office.

I knocked quickly and cracked the door open, "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, come in Mr. Cullen," Mike called from his faux-wooden desk.

He never called me 'Mr. Cullen' until he got promoted, I guess it makes him sound more official or some shit.

He gestured to the plastic chair in front of his desk, "Close the door and have a seat."

Christ, I hate this clown.

I closed the door, sat my ass on the uncomfortable chair and propped my feet on his desk, "What can I do for you boss?"

He leaned over and knocked my feet of his desk, dusting off the dirt my shoes left behind, "Did you drive your dad's car to work today?"

"Huh?"

"Did you drive your dad's car to work today?" he asked again.

"Um, yeah," I furrowed brows, "Why?"

"I need you to make a delivery...to the Swan Estate."

"The Swan Estate? I thought Isa-Ms. Swan sold it."

Mike shook his head, "No, why would she sell it? Anyways she called and gave us a list of items she needed."

I leaned forward and propped my elbows on the desk, "She called? She lives here? Have you seen her?"

To my knowledge, no one in Forks has actually seen the people that moved in that house. It's been over a month with no sign of life coming in or out of that house.

"No, I haven't seen her, but Tyler took the call and he said it was her on the phone."

"How does he know? I mean, it could have been someone else."

Mike raised his brow, "Because she gave her name and credit card number to pay for the purchase. Why are you so interested?"

I leaned back on my chair, "I'm not. Just curious, that's all."

"Right, well, Tyler has everything packed in boxes and ready to go. You know how to get to the house, right?" I nodded, "She said just to walk in and leave the items on the kitchen counter."

"She's not gonna to be there?" She left the door unlocked?

Well, that wasn't very safe.

"She left a code for the front gate and the same code disarms the security system," he looked through some papers in his desk, "Here it is, you need to sign this before I can give you the code."

He handed me a paper, a privacy disclosure contract.

"What's this?" I asked.

He picked up his pen, "I can't give you the code until you sign that, it just states that you wont share the code with anyone else or talk about anything you see or hear. She faxed this just a minute ago, I have to mail the original back to her."

"Is she some kind of drug lord?" because that would be kind of cool, I mean, a girl as a drug lord? You have to admit, that's kind of fucking hot.

He glared at me, "Please don't say anything stupid if she happens to be there, we don't want you misrepresenting the store."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay."

I took the pen from him and signed my name. He got up and made me a copy for my 'records' and gave me the code. I got up and opened the door to leave.

"Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"Could you please tuck in your shirt? And try to tame that hair of yours?"

I smirked and walked out of his office.

Tyler had eight large boxes waiting in the sidewalk.

Shit, that's a lot of food.

She must be one of those people that weigh a ton.

Maybe that's why no ones seen her and needs her food delivered.

Oh, man, that really sucks. She was such a pretty little girl.

"Eight boxes? Are you sure she ordered that much food?" I asked Tyler.

He shrugged, "Yeah, six hundred and seventy-four dollars and twenty-two cents worth of food, soda, water, and booze."

Is she having a party?

I wonder if she'd invite me.

How much booze exactly?

I pulled my dad's Explorer to the front of the store and opened the back. I had to fold down the back seats for all eight boxes to fit.

The whole way I was picturing different scenarios I would encounter once I got there. Like, a brothel, drug trafficking ring, porn studio, underground strip club. You know, things of that nature.

I pulled up to a pair of large black rod-iron gates with a intercom on the side of the driveway. I punched in the code I was give and the gates silently opened.

I drove down the newly paved lane noticing all the changes they've made. The large trees were trimmed, flowers added, and flood lamps were installed. I drove up to the clearing were the huge house sat. It looked new, I guess she had them expand it. Maybe added more rooms? The garage looks bigger too.

Five black SUV's with limo-tint were parked in front. I pulled up next to one of them and started unloading the boxes.

Fuck, I should have asked Tyler to help.

These boxes are fucking heavy.

I ran up the steps to the door and punched in the code. There was a beep followed by a click, I turned the knob and opened the door.

Holy shit!

I walked passed the foyer into the great-room, the entire room was filled with drums, speakers, recording equipment, keyboards, guitars, mics, boom mics, stands, and a concert piano. There was only a lone black leather couch pushed up against the wall.

What the fuck is all this?

The cream colored walls were bare and a bunch of moving boxes were scattered around. You almost couldn't see the black wooden floor.

This was music heaven.

I really, really wanted to go touch the guitars but I knew somehow she would know. She probably had hidden cameras everywhere. She had to, with all this money worth of instruments and equipment.

I some how moved my ass pass the room to the kitchen and turned on the lights. The kitchen was huge, open, and state of the art.

This is fucking unreal.

I hurried and started bringing in her groceries. No one ever came to check on me. By the time I brought in the last box, I was kind of disappointed, I thought she would show up.

I noticed an envelope on the fridge held up by a big-ass magnet. I stepped closer to check it out.

Written in elegant scrips said, 'To: Grocery Delivery Guy or Girl.'

That would be me, right?

I took it off the fridge and opened it.

Dear Safeway Employee,

Thank you for delivering my order, I'm aware that this is not a service the store provides and an exception was made for my behalf. I have added a tip in the envelop for gas and your trouble. I would like to remind you of the contract you signed regarding my privacy and the security codes, legal action will be taken if you choose to break the contract. My privacy is the up-most importance to my associates and myself.

Once again thank you,

Bella.

I looked in the envelope and pulled out two crisp one-hundred dollar bills.

Yup, drug lord, definitely a drug lord.

I put the cash in my pocket and turned off the kitchen lights. I was almost out of the house when I heard it.

A fain melody looming in the room. It sounded distant, muffled. I listen closely, I could hear a guitar, drums, piano, and...a violin? I stood there for a couple of minutes when I heard a door open and the music escaped loudly through the door. I guess the room was soundproof.

She had a recording studio?

Quiet steps were headed my way. I didn't know what to do. Should I run out the door or stay and introduce myself, or hide? I was still on the fence when a tiny brunette crossed the great-room. She stopped mid step and turned her head slowly.

She tilted her head, "Um, can I help you?" she asked in a soft timid voice.

The room was dark, so I really couldn't make out her features. All I could see was dark hair, pale skin, and she was tiny. Not as small as Alice but pretty damn close.

I ran a hand through my hair, "Yeah, um...I left your groceries in the kitchen. Oh, and can you thank Ms. Swan for the tip, though it wasn't necessary."

She turned her whole body to face me, "Oh, okay. And yes, it was necessary. Your job doesn't require you to make delivery's."

"Well, thank her anyways but seriously, it wasn't a problem at all. I mean, she must be busy with the unpacking and all that. I wouldn't know much about that because I've never moved before but it seems like a lot of work and she must get hungry that's why she ordered all that food. Unless she's planing on having a party, which would be fun...you know...to attend, but I'm not asking to be invited...but if she wanted me to come I would because there isn't much to do in Forks, not like I wouldn't come if there was something else going on, um...never mind."

Christ, why was she making me so goddamn nervous?

A soft laugh escaped from her lips, "Why are you so nervous?"

Shit, she could fucking smell fear.

I shoved my hands in my pants pocket, "I'm not nervous."

She walked to a wall were the light switch was, "Yes, you are. You're rambling and mumbling."

She switched on the lights and it took a sec for my eyes to adjust.

Jesus all mighty.

She was beautiful.

Long brown hair, illuminating porcelain skin, wide chocolate eyes rimed with thick lashes, full pink lips, rosie cheeks, and a crest smile. She was small, maybe 5'1'', and slim but with an ass, a mighty fine ass...oh, and nice tits, can't forget about the tits. All of this was showcased by her tight skinny jeans and a snug concert-tee.

I ran my hands through my hair...again, "What if I just ramble and mumble all the time?"

"Because you only run your hands through your hair, ramble and mumble when your nervous...Edward," she laughed.

I choked on air and almost swallowed my gum, "I-Isabella?"

She smiled, "Bella, just Bella, Edward Cullen."

She remembers him.

But then again, who wouldn't ;)