Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plat line. All rights to Stephanie Myers.

"Where did I go wrong?
I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I know I would have stayed up all night with you
Had I known how to save a life"

I drove the not so familiar road trying to remember how to get back to the dorm rooms. I couldn't remember if the turn was further up, or if it was the one I passed not to long ago. Knowing my luck it was the one I already passed. You would think by know I would have invested in a GPS. I get lost on a daily basis trying to find my way around town. The rain fell almost everyday here in Seattle, a definite change from Arizona. In Arizona summers where dreadfully hot, and winter was painfully cold.

I came to Seattle to get away from my overbearing parents. They wanted me to do something useful with my life, and they didn't think my chosen profession was practical enough. They would have much rather that I went into a profession like being a lawyer, or doctor. They didn't want me to become an english teacher the way I desperately wanted to. I just don't think they understood why I wanted to teach.

They didn't understand why I wanted to go into something where I would make so little money. Charlie, especially didn't understand it. He was the chief of police in Arizona making enough money so my mom could be a stay at home mom. It's the way he preferred things. I couldn't understand for the life of me, why Renee went along with it.

I don't think I could ever be one of those girls who just rely's on a man the way Renee rely's on Charlie. What happens if they were to split up, or get a divorce? Renee would be up a creak without a paddle. With the way the two of them were fighting lately it wouldn't be long before they called it quits.
I loved Charlie and Renee equally. They are my parents and nothing will ever change that. But at the same time they both deserve to be happy. They haven't been happy together in a long time. Renee wants to travel the world, she wants to go shopping in Paris, and scuba diving in California. Charlie on the other hand is comfortable where he is. Traveling isn't something he's ever been interested in. I looked out the window seeing the outline of a muscular man with his finger out in the rain. A hitchhiker.

Renee always told me to keep driving when you saw hitch hikers. You never knew who they were or what they wanted. She said they were all serial killers unless proven otherwise, and she wasn't going to ever take a chance. I think she's seen one to many horror movies. I noticed his army green without problem. A soldier.

"Need a ride Sir?" I questioned opening the passenger door. The least I could do was pick up a man who made it safe for me to sleep safely at night in my own bed.

"Thanks," he said hopping in the car. He shook his long brown hair off like a dog before flashing me a smile. He couldn't have been much older than me. Yet I could tell the smile didn't fully reach his bright green eyes, he'd probably seen much more than he would have liked to see out there.
"Where to?" I questioned looking at my gas gauge. It was just below a full tank. It was enough to take him wherever he needed to get to, and then make it to the college to get settled in. I wanted to come a week early and meet my roommate. Hopefully have at least one friend by the start of school. But plans worked out differently.

"Do the trains go to Forks?" He questioned tilting his head to the side. He seemed just as confused as I was. "Wait, this is Washington right?" He questioned looked around for some kind of sign. I gave a low chuckle shaking my head.

"I'm new to town," I said hopelessly. "Just moved here for college," I informed him. I didn't know why I was telling him this, there was just something about him that seemed so welcoming. Maybe it was because he was the first nice person I'd met all day. The rain always seemed to have two effects on people. There were the people that hated the rain, it made them angry. Then there were the people that loved the rain.

"You can drop me off at the hospital then," he said with a smile. "I'm here for college to," he informed me with a smile. "What's your major?" He was speaking so casually like we already knew each other before the incidental meeting. Honestly it wasn't hard to talk to him. It wasn't an awkward sitting, it was just like I was doing a friend a favor

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"English," I said without missing a beat. "You?" I was trying to keep the conversation going. It would be nice to have at least one friend at the college. Everyone else there was probably already going to have their own cliques. The kids that go here because they grew up here would have their high school friends, and the kids like me, usually come early to make friends. At least I wasn't going to be the only one there late, and without a friend.

"Medical," he said with a smile. "Full ride," he motioned to the uniform he was wearing. He could have went to any college he wanted to. Either way it was paid in full, no matter what he wanted to do. Why he would chose Seattle was beyond me. I chose it here to get away, and because it was relatively cheap, as far as college is concerned. "I never got your name."

"Bella," I said casually already knowing my way to the hospital. It was hard to miss the hospital, it was the biggest building in Seattle. "Why did you chose Seattle?" I couldn't help but ask the question.

"I'm Edward. I chose Seattle because it's close to family," he said shrugging his shoulders. Here he was trying to get closer to his family, while I was trying to put as many miles between mine that I could. Everyone else was different, and everyone had a different situation. He had spent at least four years away from his family, maybe now he needed to be around them more than ever.

"That makes sense," I said with s smile.

"So Bella, would it be lame to ask for your number?" He questioned when I pulled up to the hospital. "It would be nice to know one person at the school," he explained feeling the same way about the situation that I had.

"I was just thinking that," I said grabbing a sharpie from the center consul. "We could go to orientation together," I offered writing my number on the back of his hand. "Just shoot me a text," I informed him with a smile.

"Thanks for the ride." Just like that we were making plans. I'd given a hitchhiker my number, something my mother would never approve of in a million years. I'd made plans to see him again, something told me we were going to be good friends. I saw him hugging an older man who seemed to be tearing up at the sight of him. When I knew he was in good hands I put my car in drive going to the college.

A/N: What do you think about Edward being a soldier?