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Now it's Edward's point of view. So without further ado, here's chapter...two

Edward POV

"Yes, Alice. Would you listen to me for two seconds please?" I sighed into the phone where my baby sisters voice was currently radiating from the speaker.

"What?" She growled and although her tone was biting, I knew I'd finally gotten her attention.

"Just calm down and take a few breaths. Say your calming words, maybe that will help."

"Edward Anthony. So help me..."

"I'll be there."

"Will you?"

"I'm at the bus station right now." I lied, looking around my room, trying to find my jacket.

"You were supposed to leave three days ago." She whined. "And you could have left today if you weren't so damned chicken."

"I'm not chicken." I snapped. "You know why I can't..."

"Edward, this is my wedding. My wedding. And it took me a lot to get Jasper to let you be one of his groomsmen. I had to let his step-sister be my bridesmaid Edward. And trust me, when the Grimm brothers talk about evil step-sisters, she is the epitome."

"She can't be that bad." I breathed as I threw a few of my sweaters in on top of my already full suitcase. I knew how Forks was this time of year though and warm it was not.

"Oh she is. Look, just... get here. I can't get married without my big brother." I could tell she was close to tears and the annoyance I had felt when she called me earlier in hysterics, melted. She was my baby sister after all and despite her recent bridezilla antics, she usually wasn't this demanding. Or bitchy.

"I promise to you that I will be there on time." I said, smiling. Alice said she could always tell when I was smiling because it made my voice sound different. Whatever that meant. "And if I don't, you are free to take me on whatever shopping excursion you so wish."

She laughed into the phone. Sounding a lot like Tinkerbell and bringing up old memories of when she was Tink and I was her over-protective big brother. I hated to admit that I missed those days.

"Alright, but I'm holding you to that."

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

"I Love you."

"Love you too."

We hung up and I raced around my small apartment. Quickly throwing things together, and checking to make sure I had everything, though I knew I'd get there and not have something I desperately needed. I grabbed my laptop bag off the counter in the kitchen and made sure my lights were all off before locking the door behind me and racing down to my car. The bus station was only a few minutes away, thank goodness, and I quickly found a parking space before jogging inside with my luggage to buy a ticket. Of course, I had just missed the earlier bus, as was my luck. But I bought a ticket for the next available one and made my way over to the chairs.

The seats were blue and hard and looked like they'd be hell on my back. Not to mention that half of them were filled with homeless people and the other half that sat closest to the door were occupied by people who looked like they might shank me lest I look at them the wrong way. At least one person looked semi-normal. Her long brown hair hung down her shoulders and she held a book in front of her that looked like some kind of crossword puzzle. The front of the book was folded backwards on itself and as I got closer I could see that it was numbers she was writing in the little squares and not letters. How odd. I cleared my throat to get her attention as I got closer but she seemed so intent on whatever it was she was working on that she didn't notice my attempt.

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" I finally said and she looked up quickly, her deep brown eyes meeting mine.

She didn't say anything at first and looked somewhat taken aback. I could see her tiny hand come to rest on the top of her swollen stomach, her fingernail polish was a chipped and red and it looked like she had a habit of chewing her nails. I smiled at her as she continued to stare until finally she shook her head and I thanked her quietly as I stepped around her and set my bags down in the chair between her. I unzipped my jacket and took it off, throwing it down on my bags. It was a force of habit that I grabbed a jacket whenever I went out the front door, growing up in one of the rainiest towns in the U.S.A. hadn't left me acclimated to warm weather, though it had left me in serious need of a tanning bed.

I settled down in my chair, grimacing at just how uncomfortable it really was, and then turned to grab my book out of my bag. Might as well get some reading done while I could. I smiled a little when the girl beside me quickly turned her head away, and I could see the light pink that was slowly creeping into her face, just before her hair hid her from view. I sighed as I rummaged around until I had found my book and opened it up to where I had dog-eared the top of the paper.

Time seemed to fly by as I immersed myself in the works of Thoreau, it always surprised me when my time would get away from me. But as I looked up and my eyes met the digital clock that was hanging over the top of the ticket office, I realized I had been reading for over an hour and a half. I set my book down and looked over, expecting to see that lovely pair of dark eyes staring back at me, or else hurriedly looking away. So I was disappointed when instead I was met by the ice blue color of the blonde girl that now sat beside me. She raised her eyebrows when my eyes met hers and I shook my head slightly, fighting hard against the urge to roll my own eyes at her bluntness. And then I saw her, she was leaning against the wall, her hands behind her holding her up and a pained look crossed her face. Her brow furrowed as she settled herself in and shifted her feet beneath her. I was out of my seat before I had even time to comprehend what I was going to say. If there was one thing that my mother had taught me, however, it was to never make a lady stand while you sat. It was ungentlemanly and at least I had that as an excuse.

"Excuse me?"I said as I approached her. I held my hands in front of me as though I were approaching a scared child instead of an adult woman. But as I reminded myself, I was in the middle of a bus station and surrounded my lunatics. She had no idea if I were one of the crazies or not. "I... well I have a seat beside me. If you want to.."

"I'm fine." She shook her head, making her brown hair fall into her face and my hand twitched as I fought the urge to push it out of the way for her. I could tell however as she repositioned herself to bring one of her hands forward to move her hair that she was lying.

I took a deep breath and worded the sentence around in my head, hoping that I didn't sound like a complete weirdo as I tried to convince her to at least come rest her feet. She had to be at least six months along in her pregnancy and I knew that she had to be tired. She looked it.

"Well, I would really feel so much better if you would just come sit down. You can even have my seat as well if you don't feel comfortable sitting beside me. I just...you look dead on your feet and I wasn't raised to let a lady stand while I sat."

She opened her mouth to protest but I turned my body, angling it towards the chairs where my stuff was holding my place, making a grand gesture. She laughed lightly, the sound like music to my ears and conceded as she made her way over to where I had been seated.

I watched as she lowered herself expertly into the chair and I moved my bags so that she'd have more room as I made myself comfortable on the floor in front of her. I easily could have moved to sit back where she had just been standing. It would have been more comfortable and less crowded but as I looked around at the motley bunch that occupied the seats around me, I felt myself not wanting to leave her open to any harm. She was pregnant after all, and she just looked so fragile, so delicate. I didn't want anything to happen to her.

A/N: The chapters will get longer from here on out, and it will start picking up. Review for a sneak peek and let me know what you think.
Besos.