Hi guys, I was reading the story for the millionth time, because I am at a writers block, and I thought that maybe I should put Edwards point of view in somewhere. You already know who's together and who isn't, but I will try to stay away from giving it away in case you haven't figured it out. I'm sorry it is so short. Enjoy.

Six years later (after freshman year, so Edward and Bella have been out of school for two years).

EPOV

I was standing in line waiting to get tickets to this new movie coming out, just so I could see the girl I was secretly in love with. Okay, secretly might not be the best word, more like obsessed. Every time I saw her kiss another man, I wanted to rip the lips off the poor soul.

It had been seven long years since I had first laid my eyes upon her. She moved away shortly after that, and I didn't see her again until senior year just three years ago. She only survived two months in Forks before she ran home to the safety of Florida. Then she had been discovered by some hot shot agent, and signed a small role in a movie, but was then bumped to lead, and that movie lead to a sequel, and there where talks about a third sequel.

She told me the other night not to come and see Tortured Loves 2, but I do. She is radiant, and glows up on the screen. She told me she couldn't act, but she does quite well for the girl who blushes at every little thing.

There seems to be millions of people in line, I caught snippets of their conversations.

"The lead actress is so hot, I heard she get's to make out with Patrick Hart like five times."

"The girl who plays Melody, she is flipping brilliant, I want to fuck her."

I tried hard not to turn around and tell the young man off. I chose not to, it wouldn't look good if I started something at her premier.

Okay, so not the red carpet premier, but still it was her premier to me. She always wore the jewelry I got her on her twenty-first birthday in at least one scene. She was my best friend after all.

"One to Tortured Loves" I told the attendant when I got to the window. I received my ticket, bought a chocolate bar, they remind me of her eyes, and went into the theatre. I chose one of the side seats, just so I wouldn't have to hear all the obscene things said about her. I already had to listen when they sighed over her. My girl, I wanted to scream every time I heard this. I couldn't.

This was how it had to be, I could never show up at one of her premiers, I wasn't like her. She would disown me if I tried to be like her. I had to adhere the plan.

But plans never work out the way you want them to.