A/N: So are we liking this story yet? Huh? I hope so! I love it but then again it is coming from my head lol. Anyway, here is a dash of Edward for you. Oh and so far I have only decided to do this in Bella and Edward's POV but who knows what is to come. And sorry for not stating that before, I'm kinda new at this.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or songs used in this story. They belong to the wonderful Stepheine Meyer and the Artists. Also most places are real businesses and places in the city.

BPOV

I'm slippin? into the lava
And I'm tryin? keep from goin' under
Baby, who turned the temperature hotter?
'Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you baby

"What the flying fuck?" I groaned as I threw the closest pillow at my radio clock. Damn Alice and her radio Disney and stupid Jonas Brothers. Once I figured I killed the clock I rolled over to see the sun peaking through my curtains. With the fact the clock is going off I assumed it was about 11. Great, 5 hours of sleep. I was clearly going to need to take earlier shifts at the club.

Sliding out from under the sheet and slipping on my flip flops, I made my way to the kitchen to get some well deserved coffee. I saw Rose already sitting at the table flipping through the latest Cosmo with one hand and a coffee mug in the other. I flopped down in a chair across from her and she pushed another cup toward me.

"How did you know?" gratefully taking the cup and sipping the hot java. Ah, Rose always makes the best coffee.

"I assumed you wouldn't be far along once I heard Joe Jonas' voice enter death by pillow" she said without lifting her head from whatever article she was reading.

"Yeah, it was either him or me and I think I won the battle." Sipping on my coffee happily, I leaned back in the chair and looked around. "Speaking of bubbly people, where is the short one this morning?"

Rose, bringing the mug to her lips and shrugged, "She left a note on the fridge that said she was going out but that was it. I assumed she either went shopping or shopping so I didn't worry." I rolled my eyes and continued sipping.

Just like Alice. If that woman was not shopping she was making plans to shop. It didn't even matter what she was shopping for as long as she was emptying her pockets. But what could I say? She did do it for a living. Alice was a professional shopper for some of New York's elitist socialites. She did this to help pay her way through fashion school. Alice was going to be the next hottest designer to show at New York's Fashion Week or that's what she has been hopping to do since we moved here.

Alice, Rosalie, and I all come from the small town of Forks, Washington. We came here four years ago after graduating high school to all pursue our dreams. Alice, a fashion designer, Rosalie wanted to own her own string of night clubs and I wanted to be a recording star. I have to admit, from coming from a small town, us girls do dream big. But it wasn't like we had anything to hold us back. All of us come from broken homes. That's how we met. We all lived in the same foster home. It wasn't a horror like some you hear about. It was actually really nice compared to what some of us have seen in our pasts but we all knew we were destined for better. Alice always said we were and she just has a six sense about those kinds of things.

"Aren't you going to be late if you don't get your ass out of here? It's almost 12 and you know how you have to be on time for your boyfriend" Rose snickered from across the table, knocking me out my daze. I just rolled my eyes at her and gave her the finger. She grinned and blew me a kiss "Later pumpkin, I'm kinda beat. Rain check?"

"Whatever you freak." I laughed and headed to the bathroom. She was right; if I didn't get out of here I was definitely going to be late. Doesn't look good to be late for the one job you actually can tolerate. So I jumped into the shower, threw on one of my vintage tees and skinny jeans, put my hair in a high ponytail, grabbed my messenger bag and headed out the door with a last wave to Rose before heading to Shakespeare &Co.

I loved working there mostly because I was surrounded by my second love which was literature. My first of course was music. I could spend all day surrounded by books. It made me kinda sad that I couldn't afford to work there full time but since they were a little independent bookstore they could only afford to give me 15 hours a week. I gladly took what I could get. God knows I needed the money.

Walking through the doors of the store automatically sent a smile spreading across my face. Ah, hello my beauties. I chuckled inwardly as I waved to Angela behind the counter. Angela was one of my co-workers and she was pretty cool to hang with. Me and her would sometimes spend the slow hours just talking about books or about her boyfriend Ben who worked down the street at Jamba juice. They made a cute couple.

I continued my way past some of the lingering costumers to the stairs in the back of the store leading downstairs to the employee lounge, office and storage. I got my time card and just as I punched it in I felt a set of hands rest on my hips and I rolled my eyes and lifted them off me. "Mike I thought we talked about personal space and your blatant ignorance for it?" I turned around with my scowl all ready and there he was. Mike Newton. One of the managers for S&Co. and my ex. IF you can even call him that. We had gone out on a few dates over two months when I started here but I felt no connection between us and ended it. And for good reason. Mike was a dick.

"Aw come on Bella. You know you like my hugs. I can remember back when you loved being in my arms." He smirked. The jerk actually smirked! Mike leaned against the wall besides employee bulletin board and stuck his hands in his jean pockets, looking really pervy.

I sighed and walked up to him and brushed past him heading to the stairs but turning around before I made my climb back up. "Yeah, keep thinking that Mike. But right now I wouldn't even want your arms around me if I was choking and you were the only one to do the Heimlich maneuver on me." And with that I went up to start my shift.

After that little exchange of words my day went by rather slow. Not that I mind. Any time I get to spend just looking at books and flipping through them was a good time to me. And since we didn't get a lot of costumers it provided a lot of down time for me to read and write. I would get inspired by something in my day and sometimes write a song about it. I think last week I wrote a song about dog walkers. I know, very strange but when you get the urge you get the urge. That was my day; reading, writing, and occasionally dealing with costumers. Better than the club for sure.

An hour left in my shift and I couldn't wait. I wanted to get out of there like crazy because I didn't have much time to get ready for the set. But here I was shelving books. I was caught in one of my many day dreams wishing the time go faster. I usually day dreamed about what I would do when I make it big. The places I would go, the people I would meet and how people would love my stuff. Today's day dream revolved around how my first concert would be. It would be amazing. Me on stage just rocking out with my back up band and millions of fans singing my songs. Ah it was a sight to behold until Rose entered my thoughts. Ugh. Then my dream was poisoned by thoughts of tonight. Not the part where I was going to be on stage, that part I loved. No, what poisoned my wonderful thoughts was the idea of me being set up on a date. I wasn't peeved at the fact she did it. It wasn't the first time she has "pimped" me out to get laid. What really got under my skin was that here I was trying to wonder if the guy was going to be cute or not and how I should wear my hair and what jeans looked best on my ass. That is the shit that was getting to me. I shouldn't be caring or not about this. I was there for one reason and one reason only and that was to get noticed so I can further my dreams.

Right during my inner battle with myself over which shoes I should wear I felt a hand tap my shoulder and someone clear their throat. I inwardly groaned and turned around slowly knowing that this was not going to make my hour go by quickly. Once I was face to face with whoever was about to be a pain in my ass I had to force my jaw to stay closed because a god was standing in front of me. I quickly glanced over his beautiful face and from what I could tell gorgeous body. I had never seen a man look so good before. Here he was standing maybe 6 feet tall, bronze tint hair that shaggily hung over his eyes. Oh his eyes! They were the most piercing green I have ever seen. They reminded me of emerald stones that I could get lost in forever. And a jaw that I just wanted to lick clean. I realized I was staring longer than acceptable and I snapped back to reality.

I managed to choke out "How can I help you?" Then I just wanted to slap myself for how desperate that sounded but then remembered it was my job.

He looked around and then looked down at this piece of paper he was holding "Yeah I was wondering if you happen to carry this book called The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo?" He asked and then ran his hand through his glorious disheveled hair.

It took me a moment to even register what he was talking about and then I nodded. "Come with me. It should be in our Thriller section" Placing the book I was currently reading or supposedly shelving and I heard a snort behind me. I turned around to see the sex god smirking at me. That ticked me off. I'm not sure exactly why it did but none the less it did. I turned to him with a raised eyebrow "Excuse me? Is there a problem?"

And what I saw next kinda started to piss me off. He had a smug look on his face and a crooked smile before opening his mouth.

"No, no problem. It's just funny how you can be reading something so… so cliché as Bram Stoker's Dracula. I mean it is just so typical."

I just looked at him with my wide brown eyes. How dare he criticize my taste in reading? I happen to love that book and had a dog-eared copy of it at home. And then he did the most ridiculous thing ever. He laughed. The motherfucker LAUGHED right in my face and it took all of my strength not to slap the shit out of him right there.

"Well I am sorry if not all of us are into the new and "cool" literature like you but what I read shouldn't be part of your concern should it? I don't even know you. Plus, you are here and asked for my help so I doubt it would be wise to be rude."

"Whatever. Just my thought. Now can I have the book I asked for since you made it obvious you are "working" and I am the costumer"? The asshole then chuckled at me and that was the last straw. I went to where the book was he asked for, grabbed it and shoved it to his chest.

"There. I hope you have a wonderful say sir." And with that I stalked to the counter and snatched up my bag. "Angela? Can you tell Mike I had to go and can you punch out my card for me? I have to…go." I glared at the smartass costumer as she nodded and I left the store in a huff. I hated smug asswipes like that. Thinking they own the whole fucking world because they look good and have money. I knew he had money by the stupid Diesel jeans he had on. Cost a fortune to look like you don't care what you're wearing. Just a prick.

I made it home and thanked my lucky stars no one was there. I threw my bag in the corner and sat down at my keyboard. I needed to let this out before it spoiled my whole day. Between Mike and book guy, I had a lot of rage to lay on a song. And with that final thought I started writing.

A/N: Whew! It is hard trying to introduce a god! But I did it. Now that is done, on to important thing.

The song for this chapter is "Feed Your Ego" by Angel Taylor and the beginning was no other than "Burnin' Up" by Jonas Brothers. Some of the songs I'll use are a little unknown or very popular. I love all music lol

Also I will be posting pictures of the characters in the way I envision them so you know what I'm seeing and pictures of some of the locations. Hope you enjoyed! Chapter three to be up soon hopefully and it is coming from our very own smart ass Edward! Hugs and Kisses :D