This is my first fanfic (yay!) and I'm really new to this, although I have been reading a lurking for a few months. Just wanted to say that I'm not going to promise regular updates, especially as I have exams coming up. So, please bear with me. My chapters won't be this short either, I just really wanted to get something out there, not just a 100-word prologue (although this isn't any better!) I recommend that you change your layout views to 1/2, too. Anyways, enjoy.

Ignorance

I pick lazily at the newspapers. It is a Sunday, and like on most of my Sundays, nothing much is done. My eyes scan the lettering, only catching words or phrases before moving off again. Nothing is interesting.

The room is bright with the sunlight filling every corner of the room. My plants sag with malnourishment, but I'm not bothered. The constant ticking of the clock and the rustling newspaper are the only things that interrupt the comfortable silence.

I end up at the Classifieds, and that reminds me- I need to be looking for an apartment. I urge myself to try again, after many failed attempts. This had tired me, and to be honest, I just can't be bothered. However, I make myself do it and quickly scan the ones in my area. I find only one:

WANTED:
Male roommate needed. Must be non-smoker, and willing to pay half the rent.
Two bedroomed house, bathroom, kitchen, living room, study.

That is all it says. Curiosity takes over me, and I reach for the phone blindly, keeping my eyes on the advert. It was simple, not like the others I had read, which contained countless abbreviations that did not deserve my time. Then there were those who had ridiculous requirements. Seriously, I do not know what it wrong with some people in this world. Well, I chuckle silently; I would after I get my psychology degree. I sigh, and get back to the task.

There are two numbers: a house number and a mobile number. After various attempts where the owner didn't even pick up, I had learnt that mobile was always best.

The person picks up on the second ring.

"Hello."

Their voice takes me aback - it is smooth and articulate. I find myself slightly envying the man over the line, but manage to push my words out.

"Yeah, uh, I just saw your ad in the paper about a roommate, and I'm calling to find out the details," I reply.

"Well what would you like to know?" he asks, as if I should understand everything already. I suddenly feel annoyance rising in my stomach at the ignorance of this man.

"Prices, any terms, conditions. Your name would also be nice if we're going to be living together," I say, with a slight sting to my tone, hoping it could be heard over the phone. He, however, seems unfazed. This is not a good start.

"Price is £240 weekly if we're going to split it. Conditions are you must be male, and frankly, it sounds like you are. You must be a non-smoker, no parties without my permission, no girls more than three nights a week, no renovation without my permission. Try not to turn up drunk anytime. We can share cooking duties. And my name, if we're going to be living together, is Edward Cullen," he finished, more blunt in his response but sharper in his tone. I think I have annoyed him, and oddly, I feel guilty. I try to be more polite.

"May I come round and see it?"

"When would it suit you?"

"Tomorrow. After noon if possible," I reply, but then add, "Please."

"Tomorrow's good. How about three o' clock?" I notice he has softened his tone.

"That's good. I guess I have your address, so… I shall see you then," I trail uneasily.

"Looking forward to it. Bye."

"Bye," I turn the phone away from my ear. It clicks softly - Edward has hung up. I stare at it for a few seconds, before a text message interrupts my musings.

It is from James, reminding me of the 'guys' night out' he arranged a couple of days later. I quickly jump from the sofa, giving my protesting limbs a stretch, before running upstairs to get ready, leaving the phone abandoned on my seat.