A/N- so sad We Did Well is over! I'm so sad. I cried. I got a lot of really sweet and teary reviews over the fact that they'd been following it for so long and now it's over. Thanks guys! Now, though, we have something else to look forward to reading! This! I hope you enjoy it! I have a few new one shots and such up so if you haven't seen them yet go check them out too!

I finished Breaking Dawn. Won't say anything here, but if you want to talk about it with me, just send me a review or something and we can PM back and forth. I'm online just about 24 hours a day (much to my parents disapproval).

Disclaimer: It seems I neglected putting one of these in just about any of the chapters in We Did Well, so I'll try to do better in this story. I DON'T OWN IT!

Chapter 2

Bella's POV

I sank down to the floor right inside the door from the kitchen, just out of sight. I massaged the lump on my head, feeling the tenderness of the skin and the ache of the bruise. I rolled my shoulders and began cataloguing any missed injuries. Any blood flow? No, I definitely would've noticed that. Any dizziness or nausea? Well, still a little dizzy from the… encounter with Edward. Just thinking of him now made my blood boil and my heart give a sporadic thumps in my chest.

I took a deep breath and concluded that the only thing that was ailing me was the solid ache on my head. I pulled myself up from the kitchen floor and made my way to the huge walk-in freezer near the back of the kitchen. I reached my arm around the doorframe and scooped a few chucks of ice into my hand and grabbed a cloth towel with the other. I wrapped the ice and set it against the rapidly swelling bump and let out a small breath of pain as the frozen water and cloth came in contact with the bruised skin.

I slid onto the counter I'd sat on just hours ago, drinking coffee with Emmett and gently moved the towel around the spot to find the most comfortable place. Esme whisked past, a notepad and a whisk in hand and then backtracked quickly.

"What happened?" she asked right away, dropping her paper and utensil next to me so her hands were free to hold the ice in place herself.

"Um, I kind of slipped and crashed into this guy- a really cute guy! – And I fell on top of him and hit my head." I said timidly, flushing brilliantly. "Then I ran in here." I finished quietly. Esme sighed, moving the ice to feel the bump herself. I winced as she probed.

"This feels pretty bad. You should go see Carlisle about it." She said decisively. I sighed. Not only was Carlisle the director, he was also trained in medicine. The ship had a doctor of course, but Carlisle was always around when I needed him and was a very good doctor at that.

I knew fighting would be futile so I slid off the counter with a small sigh and plodded the familiar way to Carlisle's office. I knocked and deftly pulled the door open. Carlisle raised an eyebrow at my sheepish smile and makeshift ice pack in hand.

"Back so soon?" he asked as he came over to look at my head.

He went about business as normal, checking for all the signs of a concussion before declaring that I just had a nasty bruise. He still seemed concerned though.

"Are you sure you should be working tonight though? I want you to take it easy for now." He said with a hint of worry.

"No! No, I can work tonight." I assured him. He still looked doubtful, but gave the go ahead nevertheless.

I hurried back to my own quarters and flung myself onto my bed. I curled up in the middle and let myself wallow a bit in my embarrassment and misery.

How had I crashed into him? How could I do something so mortifying in front of him? No, on top of him! I groaned into my hands at the thought of it. If I had thought I had any chance at all before, all hopes were dashed in that pivotal moment. Even without falling on him, how had I ever even wondered if I could have a chance with him? He probably had woman that looked one thousand times better than I did just throwing themselves at him all the time! He wouldn't have given me a passing glance so much as the time of day!

I spent a good while at my lonely pity party on the bed before I figured I should get ready for my job. I went to my closet and rummaged a moment before coming up with the skin tight white t-shirt and short black skirt that all the female bartenders or waitresses wore in the club. I pulled them on, ignoring the fact that a strip of my midriff was exposed in it and went to grab Emmett.

I made my way to the pool area again and stepped out. At night the area was a bit like a party area. Music blared from speakers against the opposite wall. People in the pool bopped a beach ball to one another and people danced on the deck to the infectious beat. I spotted Emmett immediately on top of his watch tower, looking yearningly towards the dance floor. I followed his gaze and saw some pretty girls were eyeing him from the dance floor, dancing rather suggestively. I rolled my eyes.

"Em! Emmett!" I called over the music. He turned and sought me out. He grinned once he caught my eye and hopped down to join me. The girls watched him walk to me with distaste and disappointment plain on their overly made up faces. I shook my head in disgust and walked with Emmett to his room so he could change and then down the stairs and down a few halls to the club. Another bouncer saw our attire and let us in without comment.

I waved to Emmett as he moved across the empty room to the other entrance and situated myself behind the bar.

The room was deserted for now. This particular room was actually on two floors. The top level of it was the bar, the counter of it running along three walls of the floor. The center of the floor was cut away in a rectangle and had a railing running the perimeter of it. Stairs led down into the rectangle to the lower floor, which was the dance area. Against one wall was a DJ's area laden with huge pulsing speakers.

I joined the other bartenders behind the dark read granite counter and joined them in wiping it down, laughing and chatting as we did, until the first partygoers began to arrive. Soon, it was crowded and hot as people waited for drinks around the bar. I scurried about, mixing and filling, and getting occasional tips.

Things were in full swing by midnight. I couldn't hear myself think over the pounding music and the waist on my skirt was tight with the bulk of the tips I'd put there. I was under the counter rummaging for another box of napkins when I heard a voice I recognized above me.

"That skirt looks really good on you." I brought my head up too fast and smacked it on the counter above on the same spot as my blooming bruise. I moaned quietly as I straightened up until I was even with Edward's face. I took half a moment to take in the perfect way his hair fell together onto his forehead, the beautiful bronze shade of it and the gorgeous shade of his green eyes. He frowned slightly, his eyes darting to where my hand clutched the welt on my head. "How's you head?" he asked, seeming genuinely concerned.

I shrugged. "Not too bad." I glanced around, trying to find an excuse to get away. Finding no needy customers and no raging fires that needed my attention, I resigned myself to the possibility of embarrassing myself. "Where's Alice?" I asked, realizing she wasn't with him as she had been the two other times I'd seen him. He glanced back at the railing.

"Probably still with Jasper." He said. I looked at him with confusion.

"Who?"

"Some man she just met on the dance floor. They seem to have hit it off." He said. I nodded. It mad me think of a burning question that I'd been wondering since I'd first seen him.

"Have you met anyone yet? Or do you have a girlfriend already?" I asked, trying to be tactful and not obvious. He shook his head.

"No girlfriend." He said. "I just never met the right person. But I might have met someone." He said, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye as he turned on the stool. My breath caught in my throat as I realized the implication of his words. Was he actually talking about me or was I imagining it because I wanted him to say that? I wasn't sure right now but it seemed real enough.

"What about you?" he asked. "Has any man ever been lucky enough to touch you heart?" I shook your head.

"No. I've never been much for dating and no one had ever really caught my eye." I said. He nodded.

"What about the man that was with you before? Emmett, right? He is your brother isn't he?" he asked with just a hint of something else. Jealousy? No way. But I had to laugh at the implication.

"The big guy? Yup, that's Emmett, my big brother. He's your age." I said, giggling a bit at the thought Emmett and I being together. "So can I get you anything?" I asked after a moment, remembering my job.

"A beer would be great." I nodded and ducked under the counter once again to grab a cup and filled it with the hose, full of the potent drink. I slid it across the counter to him and he smiled at me. He took a sip and I let my gaze wander a bit.

"Is there a particular reason you took this cruise?" I asked. "Family reunion? Tradition?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Alice just graduated from design school. She plans to be the next big fashion designer." He said. I nodded.

"I can see her being a designer. She seems very fashion forward. So she's what, 22?" I asked, trying to keep my hands busy by wiping the counter down again.

"Yeah, she just had her birthday too so this is also sort of a birthday present from mom and dad." He said, seeming perfectly at ease talking with me.

"So that would make you…"

"23." He answered. "You?"

"21." I said. He raised an eyebrow.

"Is this like a summer job then? Or part time?" he asked in curiosity. I pondered to myself why he seemed so interested. I wasn't very interesting at all.

"No, I've worked here since I was 18." I said. He looked even more questioning now.

"Did you have some life long dream of working on a cruise ship?" he asked teasingly. I laughed.

"Yeah, doesn't every kid have that dream?" I asked teasingly. He smiled again making my heart shudder and my breathing to hitch again. "No, it's just how things worked out." I could see he was still curious but he didn't pry. "What about you? What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a pianist." He said, not elaborating.

"I love the piano. I can't play, no, I'm too uncoordinated for that, but it's so pretty." I said, before flushing. I sounded like an idiot. He opened his mouth to say something but we were interrupted.

"Hey, dollface, can I get a stiff drink over here?" a burly man asked from nearby at the bar. I flashed an apologizing look to Edward and he waved.

"You're working. Go on. I should get back to Alice anyway. As soon as she comes out of her bubble with Jasper she'll wonder where I am." He said, laughing once, shooting an angry look at the man for being rude and turned to leave. He paused a moment before looking at me square in the eye and saying, "I hope to see you again. Soon. Be safe." And then disappeared into the crowd. I watched him a minute feeling distinctly ruffled before I got to back to tasks at hand.

I felt jittery the rest of the night, craning my neck around every few minutes when I thought I'd seen Edward. By the end of the night, I could barely breathe because of the tightness of my skirt from tips and had a horrible crick in my neck from twisting my neck about, but I had not seen him again. I was feeling a bit disappointed I hadn't caught a glimpse of him, but still felt a warm glow in my core.

I met Emmett on the lower floor once I had been dismissed and he seemed to glow as well.

"You'll never believe it Bells! The girl I saw in the gym was here to night in this tiny little outfit, something I'd never let you wear in public, and she came over to me and started dancing, in a way I'd never I'd never let you dance in public, and she looked at me the whole time! It was… amazing." He said, with a huge grin on his face.

"She talked to me a bit when she got tired and I found out her name is Rosalie and she's here with her twin brother, Jasper, because they just turned 22. It was a birthday present from their parents." He said happily throwing an arm across my shoulders. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, fighting my own smile a bit before letting it have control and then I couldn't stop.

A/N- I planned to make this chapter longer but it's been so long since I put up the first chapter that I needed to get this up ASAP! So here you go and the next chapter should be up soon!

--Cullens4everandever