A/N – (I don't own twilight or the characters in any way. All credit goes to Stephanie Meyers)

Growing Up

Edward's P.O.V.

(1933)

Edward I need you to deliver this to the bank, please. I looked up and over my music sheets that were piled on top of my piano, to Esme who was curled up on the sofa reading. There was an envelope placed on the coffee table next to her, tucked under another book she had just finished.

I sighed, stacking the loose papers together before reluctantly getting up and taking the thin piece of paper in my hand.

"Thank you, Edward." I smiled softly at Esme.

"Well, there's nothing else to do," I sighed.

She frowned slightly and shook her head, but let it slide.

"What were you doing over there?" I paused in opening the front door.

"The piano?" I questioned.

Her musical laughter followed. "What else were you doing?"

"I was...composing."

"Composing," she mused. "And may I ask how it went?"

"It went very well," I replied. I went to walk out the door, but she mentally called me back again.

Edward?

"Esme, it's a surprise." I looked back over my shoulder at Esme's face. "Just wait until Carlisle gets back. Can you do that for me?"

"I'm not a child," she scolded.

"I know." I let a cheeky grin spread across my face while taking my leave out the front door. "I'll see you in a minute!" I called.

"Goodbye and thank you Edward!"

The run was annoyingly short. We lived, what to me, so close to the town centre. It was ridiculous. Hunting took twice as long considering we had to move way out into the forests, not only that, but our human charade was amplified twice as much as well. Not once could we let our guard down, we lived far too close for any human suspicions.

"Rosalie, take this for me will you?" I looked to my right, passing through the local park. A girl of about 18 walked down her house steps, sighing while her mum ushered her out.

"I don't know why you need me to go!" She snapped while pinning the rest of her curls underneath her hat.

"Your father has forgotten his lunch, now don't argue with me." The young woman snatched the lunch bag out of her mother's hand. Her white organza flowed behind her.

There really is no point. She thought. Father is never that forgetful. She passed me, glaring. I returned the gesture which made her more annoyed.

Stupid boy, always thinks he's better than me.

Ah, the infamous Rosalie Hale. The girl who thought the world revolved around her and believed everyone's eyes were only for her. The shallow blonde bimbo we had grown to know as important in our society, was peeved off for only one reason when she saw me. I was prettier, more beautiful than her. I had to suppress my laugh as she stalked past me. She was as shallow as ever.

Of course, I had watched her grow up. Really. She was merely just 13 years old when we had arrived here. From her thoughts I knew she'd be difficult. She was always looking for peoples – especially the opposite sex's – approval. Her self obsession had begun at the innocent age of 10 as her mum and father began feeding useless words into her head.

"Morning," I said, politely.

"Morning," she replied, still glaring. My crooked smile made its appearance and she stalked past me.

"Charming," I muttered, sarcastically. Luckily, she didn't hear.

I hope this goes as planned. I examined Rosalie's mother as she stood on the door step watching her daughter go. Jonathon is usually right... I shook my head.

Rosalie's father hadn't forgotten about his lunch at all, instead they were using their own child as bait.

I carried on walking down the road behind the blonde goddess in front of me. My curiosity was peeked and so I sped up a little, wandering who she was destined on seeing. I kept my pace relatively slow and carried on to the bank, to not only deliver Esme's money, but to see why – who even – Rosalie was about to see.

I turned right once more and was faced by Rochester Bank. Rosalie crossed the road the same time I did, her thoughts still thoroughly annoyed.

A poor, destitute family caught my eye. I shrank away, slightly uncomfortable. I had nothing to give them, I couldn't help them, and that's what hurt the most. The depression had hit everyone hard and except from the few lucky people like Rosalie and myself, others were thrown into despair.

"I need my father?" I walked up the steps slowly, faintly aware of Miss. Hale's voice floating out of the bank doors.

A chagrined feeling came over me as she caught my figure walking through the doors. Stalker, much? I mentally asked myself.

Her thoughts reflected mine which made me walk unintentionally faster. What did he do, follow me?

I finally got to the counter I was needed at.

"And what can I do for you?"

I looked at the young man behind the counter. He had very pale blonde hair, like Rosalie's, but lighter. His teeth were pearl white and his eyes were an ice blue.

"Sir?"

Oh yes. "Um, I just came here to..."

"I don't have all day, sir." I looked at his name tag.

Royce King II.

"My sister wanted to put some money into her savings account." He gave me an incredulous look, as if he didn't believe me.

"Right you are." He took the envelope, walking away. My thoughts swirled in my mind.

Royce King II? I thought his Father owned the bank. Surely he couldn't be an employee.

"Jonathon Hale." Rosalie strut past me again.

"Yes?"

"Your daughter's here," the voice answered.

I watched from a distance as Rosalie handed her father her lunch.

"Thank you dear."

Rosalie snorted. "You're welcome, although I doubt you really forgot." Her eyes were scrutinising as she examined her father.

"Whatever do you mean?" He inquired.

"Oh, nothing," she replied.

"Sir, sir?" My thoughts were invaded by Royce's voice.

"Yes?"

"Here's your receipt. The money's gone in. I'll wish you a good day now." I took the small bit of paper from his fingers.

"Thank you."

I started to walk away before turning back.

"Excuse me sir, but I thought your father owned this bank..." He sighed.

"He does," he answered hotly. "Why do you ask?"

"I just thought..."

"What?"

"Why are you his employee?" He laughed before his mouth set into a straight line.

"Employee?" He asked astonished. "I'm his senior adviser."

"Oh," I answered. "Well, thank you for clearing that up."

He gave me a tight nod before addressing the person behind me.

"My father wanted to see if his pay cheque had arrived yet?"

I rolled my eyes as Rosalie's voice came from behind me. She sounded absolutely thrilled to be here.

I could be talking with Vera by now. Not hanging around some bank.

"Yes, of course." Royce's voice replied coolly which made me mentally laugh once again. Not only did he have a short temper, but he had a script as well. His day was nearly as boring as my immortal life.

I started reading through the receipt. $200 had been put into Esme's saving account. What for I was still not completely aware too, but knowing her, it would probably be something to do with architecture and design.

"Miss?" Royce's sunned appearance startled me. I didn't even hear him coming. "Miss," he continued.

Rosalie was in her own world as she stared out the long bank windows.

"Miss Hale?" I added from the side. She snapped her head round to meet me, her face unimpressed.

"Yes?" She snapped.

"Your cheque." She snatched it out of his hand, giving him a faint "thank you" before walking out of the doors and into the Rochester streets.

"She's a feisty one."

"Indeed, she is," I agreed.

Royce stared after her, his eyes seemed to be reflecting Rosalie's face. Love at first sight. It made me shiver. The lovey-dovey sickness of it all. I grunted in disapproval before following suit and beginning my walk home.

Royce's thoughts, however, still circulated through my head. Maybe, just maybe I'm in with a chance. Tell father I'm ill...go to the florist perhaps. I have to win her over one way or another.

My hands sunk into my trouser pockets as I walked casually down the road, passing the Hale's estate again.

"Did your father get his lunch?" Her mother queried.

"Yes mother, along with his pay cheque."

"Good."

The sun broke through the clouds for a millisecond, making me jump into the shadows. I bumped into a young lady who gave an unimpressed tut.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

She nodded but carried on walking, talking under her breath.

I stayed close to the building walls so the sun wouldn't catch me. As soon as I was in the clear I made allowed myself to break into a run. It felt so good to be able to run freely without anyone bothering me, well, that was until I got into the little grouping of houses that stood only 800 metres away from our own "secluded" house.

I unwillingly slowed down to a walk, and finally, after what seemed hours at walking human speed, I made it to our house.

"Did you get it through okay?" Esme popped out of the kitchen, which was odd, smiling at me with a mixing bowl in her arms

"I did."

"That's good," she responded lightly.

"Esme?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you have a mixing bowl in your arms?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you..."

"Tell me what?"

"We have new neighbours

"Great."

"They're planned to move in tomorrow."

"Fine." I went over to my piano and sat down, scribbling notes onto the paper before me.

"And Edward?"

"Hmm?"

"Let me hear?" My eyes rolled on their own accord and a sigh left my chest.

"Esme, wait for Carlisle to come home."

She sighed and I chuckled lightly.

"Patience is a virtue," I reminded her before finishing off the score I knew would please her greatly.

A/N – Another chapter done. I don't feel this went as well, but I hope you enjoy it, after all, you get to see Rosalie in a lot more detail in this chapter.

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