The house is spotless. I feel like a fucking maid doing all this housework, but I don't want a gross house for when Bella comes over. She comes over tomorrow, by the way. I have the music blaring from a radio website and my laptop is open, on, and with Video Chat signed in. You know, just in case Bella logs on. I still have the broom in hand, and I'm somewhat dancing and sweeping around the house. It's more like moving the dirt around instead of making a pile becuase I'm randomly dancing. I bet it looks cute when a girl does it, but me, being a guy, I probably look stupid.

Oh well. No one can see me.

I hope.

Good God, I can only imagine what it'd be like if someone saw me. I'd be such a laughing stock. My cheeks get red just thinking about it.

The phone in my pocket suddenly goes off and within a second the broom is out of my hand and is replaced by the IPhone. I already have the message on the screen. I must be some sort of cell phone ninja.

One more day. :) How are you this morning?

Smiling, I reply.

Pretty good. Doing some Spring cleaning.

I get a message back within two minutes.

It's June. I think you're a little late for Spring cleaning.

I laugh to myself at my own stupidity. Maybe it gave Bella a good laugh, too. If so, my own stupidity was so worth it. I set the phone day and go to my laptop. I click on the calendar and sure enough it's June 18th. It's still Spring. For a few more days anyways.

I'm just a late cleaner. I usually don't clean all that much. I mean my condo isn't a mess, but it doesn't look like I have a maid cleaning it. My neighbours - I don't really talk to them much - both have maids. They're also rich beyond belief and own more than one condo. Oakvale is their home town, so they want a house that's here, but since they're rich, they want to travel too. It makes a lot of sense. It also makes sense that my 'neighbours' are hardly ever home. Half the year they're travelling. The ones on my left have family in California and the ones on my right have family in Ottawa.

My neighbours are good friends with each other, just not with me. It's kind of lonely actually.

After getting back from my thoughts, I walk over to the coffee table and pick up the phone. I'm so used to Bella's phone now, do I really want to give it back? It's nice not worrying about Mike texting me and it made me actually call my parents instead of texting them. Life has been better these past few days. Eventful. And it's all because I swapped phones with some stranger. Some stranger I'm going on a date with tomorrow.

It's crazy how my life has changed. I've been contemplating a lot. I mean a lot. I'm realizing a lot. Like how lonely I am, how much I want to be an out-there kind of guy. A guy who leaves his footprint on earth. So far, I've left nothing. If I were to die, there wouldn't be many memories of me. Just some editor that can be replaced - not easily, but still - and I didn't leave an impact. I didn't get married, have kids, I have few friends. My family cares about me, but that's nothing big. I'm single, I live on my own, I hate my job. I'm not an athelete or an author, I don't use my skills often except editing, but apart from the company, who cares about the editor? People don't buy a magazine because of the editor. They don't even think about who edited it. Books however, are another story. The editor is a big deal. I'd love to edit a book. I love reading books, not articles, I'd rather edit books not some stupid sports magazine. Especially not some stupid sports magazine run by a guy I don't even like.

A guy who wants to castrate me for talking to his ex-girlfriend.

I hate Mike. Before, I didn't exactly 'hate' him. I just really disliked him. But now, finding out that he abused Bella, threatened me and is making not just mine, but Bella's life a living hell, I can openly say that I hate him. It makes me hate my job even more. I want to quit, but first I need to find another job.

Before I know it, I'm at my laptop fixing up my resume, phone forgotten for the moment.

I'm going to do something with my life.

I want to leave my footprint.

I want another job. So what's stopping me?

I want Bella and Mike sure as hell won't stop me.

Nothing will stop me.

I'm going to do something important.

I'm twenty-six and only know am I having this epiphany.

I want to be somebody, somebody important.

Once I printed my resume a few times, I take the copies and grab the phone that I set aside. The broom lay in the middle of the room where I dropped it, but I have too much on my mind to go and grab it and put it away. Instead, I grab my keys and with a smile on my face, I leave the condo, resumes in hand.

A/N: I know this is a lot of insight into Edward's mine, but I think this epiphany is a big deal for Edward. It's a key concept in the story. Making Edward a somebody.