DISCLAMER: NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGMENT INTENDED. ALL CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF STEPHENIE MEYER.

Now that that's out of the way.

Summary: Just because he's 17, doesn't mean Edward isn't loaded.

References/Notes: This is set in the past, 2005 to be exact. A 2005 Vanquish S V12 picture is linked on my profile.


I knew today wasn't going to be an easy day.

I had drove the four hours from Forks to Bellevue, and Alice had decided come with me to drive my Volvo back to Forks.

"Are you sure you don't want me to wait?" She asked, yet again.

"Alice, I intend on purchasing today." I sighed. "One way or another."

She pealed out of the dealership as I went inside.

Right away, salesmen seemed to jump out from behind Volantes and DB9s, welcoming me in, one more aggressive than the other stood out from the pack.

"Hello Sir, my name is Ron, was there anything in particular your looking for today?" This was accompanied by the fake salesmen hand shake, and fake wide smile. His thoughts were slightly different. "Another kid. I'm sick of them coming in here."

"I'm actually looking for a 2005 Vanquish V12 S, black." I nodded in the direction of the car in the corner of the showroom.

"Very nice choice, Mr. . . ?" He trailed off.

"Cullen." I replied, already walking over to inspect my latest purchase.

"Well, Mr. Cullen, this was preceded by the Aston Martin Vantages, like the ones you passed when you walked in. This car has 5.9 liter V12 engine, and is in the grand tourer class. . ." I stopped him before he could even finish.

"Yes, I know, I saw it premiere at Salon de l'Auto last year."

"Pardon?" Ron was stumped already.

Watch it Edward. I mentally scolded myself. They haven't called it that since 1986.

"Mondial de l'Automobile. The Paris Motor Show." I looked up at his blank expression. He had no idea what I was talking about. "The biennial auto show in Paris." I sighed and opened the door.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but we try to keep our cars in mid condition for our buyers. This car costs a pretty penny." His hand flew out to my shoulder. "This kid is going to drive me nuts. Like hell this kid went to Paris to see a bunch of cars."

"Price does not matter. I didn't drive four hours and intend not to buy." I noted, accompanied by a death glare. His hand shrugged off quickly. "When can I get a test drive?"

"If you'll excuse me." He said quickly and ran off to his boss. They were in the back talking in hushed tones, but like that mattered. I scooted in behind the wheel. Yes, I was going to drive out of here in this.

"What should I do? He wants a test drive. Show this kid the door and point him in direction of the Honda dealership down the block?"

"Is he alone?"

"Yeah, the kid can't be more than 16 or 17." Ha. These guys were great. Try 104!

"It doesn't mean he doesn't have it. I use to work in Beverly Hills. Have you told him the price?"

"He said it didn't matter. He's loaded or bluffing."

"Fine. I'll handle this."

Emerging only seconds later, Ron's boss, Steve appeared. We did the fake car salesmen routine all over again. Smile. Introduce. Shake hands. Smile.

"Mr. Cullen from what Ron has been telling me you know your cars and what you want." I leaned against my Vanquish with arms crossed. His hand started to fly out too, but retreated. Good choice.

"I guess we should talk financing options, initial down payments. . ." The hand came out again, to gesture to the sales office in the corner.

"That won't be a problem." I reached around to my back pocket for my wallet, before sitting down in one of the puffy chairs adjacent the desk. I pulled out my credit card and thew it down on the desk.

Both of their mouths hung agape.

"I...I've never actually s...seen one of these." Steve stammered and turned my card over in his hand. "I think I'll have to make a few calls first."

I smiled. "Take your time."

- - - -

I drove the four hours back to Forks, shortly after my card cleared. Everyone had come out at the sound of my new car. Carlisle was the first to speak.

"How much do I owe for this one?" I handed him the receipt and the spare key.

"Carlisle," I said, "drive it and you won't care."

"Very nice." Emmett thumped me on the back

"You bought it with 7,000 miles on it? Usually you have to have everything new!" Jasper was in disbelief.

"I'll have to do the darker tint tomorrow." Rosalie confirmed.

"Your only going to keep it until 2009." Alice chimed. "I can see the RS concept car now."

Esme sighed. "As long as your happy dear, I guess it doesn't matter how much we spend."


Author's Note: Thanks for reading and the new chapter of Surging Storms within a few days! It just needs editing!