I used to be the president of the "I hate Tanya because Bella is so much better than her and Edward prefers brunettes not blondes (no offense to blondes)" Club…But after I read Breaking Dawn…I think Tanya is awesome. Now I feel bad for making her the bad person in this story. Oh well, it had to be someone…

OMG! I got Breaking Dawn at 12:01!! I felt like such a nerd at the Borders party. I dressed up as Alice (I have the right height.) And it took me forever to read the book because I kept getting distracted, and because there were certain parts that I just needed to put the book down for fifteen minutes…But I finished it on Monday. Overall, I loved it, but I wasn't so sure…I am between you people who HATED it and you people who LOVED it…I am Switzerland. Ha!

This chapter better make people happy. A lot of you have been asking for this.

AND Don't make fun of me for making Edward's friends who they are. I didn't want to make OC's…so it only left them. I actually find it kind of funny…hehe.

Disclaimer: Uhm, yeah…I don't think a 16 year old, like myself, has the capabilities to have a claim on anything Twilight related…

Chapter 8: What I Want

Edward - POV

I remember the first day I saw her…

I was currently working at a Starbucks on 2nd Avenue in the village. I just was transferred from the west side. I actually preferred to work here. It was much closer to my apartment and more convenient for myself. It was a decent job working here. I always loved the smell of coffee. In addition, it was good part-time job for a university student. I am presently studying to retrieve a medical degree to follow in the footsteps of my father, Carlisle, who is one of the most well known doctors in Westchester, NY. He and his wife, Esme, adopted me after my parents passed on in a tragic car accident. I was extremely depressed after their death, but Carlisle and Esme stepped in, and took care of me. It is not that they have replaced my real parents. However, I am very thankful to have them. They truly acted as if I was their own son.

Another order, another coffee. It was a relatively slow day. I made pointless conversation with Angela, my co-worker this evening, but I was just trying to pass the time until I was to leave at seven.

I stood behind the counter unconsciously staring at the tan wallpaper, trying to figure out little shapes the swirls on the walls made. Another day at work…

A half hour passed and our customers began to pick up. I was now waiting on a woman that had a ridiculous order of six coffees and four muffins, two apple turnovers, and a cranberry bliss bar. I was trying hard not to laugh at the unbelievable amount this young girl has ordered. I suppose she was just obtaining all of this for a business meeting of some sort.

That is the time she came running inside.

Her chocolate brown hair was soaked. My eyes darted out the window. I had no clue it began to rain. My eyes fixed back on the girl. She took off her jacket and hung it over her arms as she proceeded to the line. She did not dress like most girls. Lately, girls have been running around New York City in the wildest fashions. However, she was not like that. She was wearing a simple jeans and a tee shirt. As simple as she seemed, I have never seen anyone who was more attractive.

She had a heart shaped face and prominent cheekbones. She was not wearing the usual excessive amount of make-up that you see all around. She had big beautiful brown eyes and her lips were a soft pink color. Her skin was pale. On the other hand, it looked soft and delicate.

She was beyond beautiful.

She approached the line with very little grace, by almost tripping over her own feet. She stood behind the lady with the huge order and stared at her feet. It almost looked like she was in a deep train of thought. How I wish I could read her mind…

It was her turn to order. The man behind her nudged her forward whilst giving her an unattractive look. It was very unkind of him to act like that, but this was New York, no one was kind to you when you are waiting in line.

She slowly stepped toward the counter. She looked at me with her gorgeous brown eyes. "How are you?" I have said this line to many previous customers, but I still felt as if I could have been a little smoother.

It took her a moment to respond. "I'll have a mocha latte." She said with her soft voice. Almost like the voice of an angel.

I smiled at her. She was simply adorable. "What size?" I asked looking straight into those brown orbs.

She looked down. "Tall."

"That'll be 3:55." I said still admiring her.

She briefly nodded and handed me the money. When I was returning her change, our fingers quickly made contact. I could see her face slowly blush a beautiful shade of pink.

Angela handed the latte to her and she was gone. I deeply hoped she would be back.

The black razr in my pocket began to vibrate. I reached into my jeans and flipped open the cover. It was a text message from Tanya. My girlfriend.

My over obsessive, clingy, snotty, conceited girlfriend.

I have been dating her for almost five months now. The longest relationship I have ever been in. When we first began dating, she was sweet and kind. But, as she began to become more comfortable around me, she has turned quite annoying, for lack of a better word.

I looked down at the screen. It read:

New Text Message:

We r going to dinnr 2nite.
get me at 6
Ily bby

I rolled my eyes. Was it truly impossible for her to try to write out the words? Especially the last four.

I have tried to break it off with her numerous times recently; however, she always sweet-talks her way out of me from going through with it. It is as if she has a gravitational pull on me.

I can't.
I get off at 7. Then band practice.

I quickly typed before I took someone's order. I do not appreciate how she assumes that whenever she is free, I am free also. It would be more polite if she could have asked me if I wanted to go with her to dinner tonight.

I shook my head as my phone began to vibrate again.

New Text Message:

Blow them off

How could she be so inconsiderate? My friends called me earlier than she contacted me.

I'm sorry.I already have plans.
I will call you later.
Bye.

I snapped my phone shut after setting it on silent. I should not be on the phone while I am at work. I smirked at myself inside my head.

-&-

The hours slowly passed as seven crept up. I hung up my apron and left the little coffee shop.

I arrived at Sam's house. He was a good friend of mine from high school. He was one year older than I was, but we still kept in touch. After knocking on the door, I was greeted by Jared, another friend.

I followed him down to the basement. Our usual hang out area. On the couch sat Sam, Seth and Paul.

"Look who decided to show up." Sam joked.

"I told you I was working till seven." I clarified, as I sat down on the couch. They were in the middle of watching football. I do not really follow sports. I am the one who sits there and says 'Go Giants!' when necessary.

"DAMNIT! Why didn't he pass the FRIGGEN ball?!" Paul screamed at the TV. I tried to hold back laughter. Paul always had random angry outbursts. I swear that one day he is just going to morph into a giant wolf the next time he gets angry. (A/N: …)

"Jesus Paul! Sit down!" Sam shouted at him.

"You might want to think of getting into some anger management classes." Seth piped up.

"Shut up, Seth. Isn't it your bedtime yet? Don't you have school tomorrow or something?" Paul shot back. Seth was the youngest. He was still a senor in high school.

"It's Friday, dumbass." Seth said to him.

"Both of you just shut the hell up…the Giants got the ball again!" Sam said.

With that said, everyone's eyes were glued to the TV. I sat there trying to figure out the mechanics of the game. I did not have much luck. The game was pretty much over already.

"The Ravens cheated…" Paul muttered.

"How did they cheat? Please enlighten us." Seth said to him.

"They just did, okay?" He said angrily.

"Okay children, calm down." Jared spoke up.

"Hey Edward, why have you been so quiet tonight?" Sam spoke to me.

"I don't know." I replied.

"Is it the girlfriend?" Jared asked.

"That's some of it." I said with a huff as I got up and got myself a Pepsi out of the mini fridge. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Seth looking at me. I picked up a second can and tossed it to him.

"It's like you're a freaking mind reader." He mumbled.

I smirked at him before Paul spoke up. "Why don't you just break up?" He questioned.

"I want to it's just…" I started.

"She won't let you go." Sam finished.

"Yeah..." I breathed.

"Just sit her down and explain to her that it's not working anymore and you just don't feel the connection that you once felt and it would be better if you two remained friends." Sam said.

"Isn't that what you said to Seth's sister?" Paul laughed.

Sam threw the remote at him. Jared and Seth started laughing uncontrollably. "Ignore that douche bag." Sam said to me. "You're a smart guy, Edward. I know you will do the right thing. The thing that you want."

Sam's words floating in my head for the remainder of the night.

What I want.

-&-

The next morning I received a phone call from Emmett, a fellow Starbucks slave, he asked me to switch shifts with him. I agreed. But sadly that included me working today.

It was a beautiful day out. The sky was clear and bright blue. I decided to walk to work.

It was another slow day. I retreated myself to the back to help stock up and such. I could not wait to get off work.

Abruptly Heidi, my supervisor, came in the room and stood by the door. "Edward, can you go clean off that table in the corner?"

I nodded as I grabbed the dust rag and cleaner.

As I was cleaning off the table, my eyes began to wander around the room. They landed on the girl who was here yesterday. She was back.

This time she was with a friend. They were talking…well; her friend was doing all the talking. She just sat there. Like her mind was somewhere else.

I remembered the task at hand and continued with cleaning the table.

I could feel a pair of eyes on me so I looked up, and sure enough, she was looking at me. However, she blushed then turned away quickly and hid herself from me by making a curtain with her hair.

Before I had a chance to walk by her, my phone vibrated. I looked over to Heidi. I knew she would yell at me for using my phone. I took one last look at the brunette angel then walked quickly to the back room.

I flipped open the phone. It was a text message from Tanya…

New Text Message:

U didnt call me bac last nite!!
Is anythin wrng bby?

I shut the phone without replying.

I was about to go back out into the main room but I was stopped by Heidi. She ordered me to continue to restock the back. I sighed and got to work.

By the time I was called upon for register duty, she was gone. I mentally sighed and counted the minutes until the end of my shift.

The walk from Starbucks to my apartment was not too far. As I turned the corner onto my block a certain strawberry blonde head walking in my direction. Her blue eyes fixed on mine, and a smile crept onto her face. She ran towards me and pulled me into an embrace.

"Where have you been all day? I've been trying to reach you." She whined.

"I told you before, Tanya, I took Emmett's shift today because he couldn't make it." I reminded her.

"Alright…" She said, annoyed. As if she was in any place to be annoyed. "How about we get something to eat?" She offered.

"How about we go out tomorrow night? I'm tired from restocking shelves all day." I was trying my best not to seem rude.

"I guess so…I was just stopping by because I feel like we haven't done anything together in a while…" She ran her slim fingers up and down my arm.

I removed her hand and held it in mine. "Tomorrow." I promised.

She smiled. "Love you." She said as she added a kiss.

That night as I was trying to fall asleep, Sam's words still played on repeat in my mind. It was starting to seem like a broken record.

What I want.

What do I want? Honestly, I was never sure what I wanted. I always depended on everything I needed. But if I have things that I don't need, do I want them? What if I had something that was unnecessary? Would that mean that I do not want it?

Those thoughts put me too sleep. The last thing I remembered before drifting away were those brown eyes.

-&-

The next day at work, my mind was somewhere else entirely.

I decided tonight was the night that I would figure out what I want by breaking off what I do not need. Tonight I was to break up with Tanya.

It was difficult trying to figure out the best and least insincere way to go through with. Should I be blunt about it? Or should I rather be more gradual? I was starting to give myself a migraine.

"Hey! My shift's over! I'm outta here!" I heard Emmett shout.

I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself together as I walked out to take control of the register. I kept my eyes on the floor as I made my way to my post.

"See you tomorrow, Emmett." I called to him before he left.

I brought my eyes up only to be completely taken aback by the chocolate brown that stared back at me. I could not help but smile. She made all the frustration from my situation disappear. Vanish into thin air.

"Welcome to Starbucks." He said to me. "What can I get you?" Jeez, I sure do sound like a cheese ball.

Did I just call myself a 'cheese ball'?

"Uhh..." She stammered. "Mocha Latte...Tall." As she searched for the words she, once again, looked utterly adorable.

"That'll be 3.55." I could not wipe this ridiculous smile off my face.

"Have a nice day." I said as I returned her change.

I watched her as she left the coffee shop. How did she have that effect on me? When she was near me, it was almost as if she made the world make sense. The blush that stained her cheeks simply pushed all my worries far away. The chocolate brown eyes lightened up the room and made it feel so surreal.

And when she was gone, my eyes opened up to reality, and I woke up.

-&-

I dressed a little more fancy than casual. Tanya insisted on dining at A Voce, a modern Italian restaurant by Madison Square Park. They had rather exquisite food. I have eaten dinner there many times before. Once I was done getting dressed, I grabbed my house key and departed into the chilly September air.

Tanya lived only a few blocks from me. Although, she always hinted that she would like us to move in together somewhere on the west side, I acted oblivious.

Tonight she wore a simple red dress. It was sleeveless with a red bow that tied in back. Of course, she looked beautiful. She would refuse to leave her apartment if she looked anything less than perfect.

Arriving at the restaurant, we did not talk much. After we ordered, she began to notice my lack of conversation.

"Edward? Are you okay? You've been so quiet tonight." She observed. But not in her usual way. She placed a loving hand on my shoulder and she looked me in the eye. This was the Tanya I knew. I just wished she would show it more.

"I'm fine. I…just have a lot on my mind at the moment..." I said turning my head.

"Is it school? Maybe your professors are putting too much pressure on you." She said while gently rubbing the back of my neck.

I turned to look at her concerned eyes, but then averted them downward. I could not lie to her face. "Yeah, It's just the material is getting more complicated."

"I'm sure if you need help, your dad would be happy to assist you. I'm sure he is an expert, himself." She smiled. Her white teeth were gleaming.

It the times like these that make my decisions more complicated. How can I break it off with her while she is acting so concerned and considerate? Or maybe, it was an act. No, she would not stoop to act as if she really cared. Would she?

I pushed all my pessimistic thoughts aside, so I can think more clearly about how I was going to do this. Well, more like if I was going to do this.

We spent the night engaging in conversations about random and humorous times from the past. It is when she acts like this, that drives me insane. At least when she is in her normal behavior it gives me a sense of what I want. But when she acts like the sweet person she rarely is, I become confused.

I paid for our meals and we headed out into the cold night. She forgot to bring her jacket, so I offered her mine. We stopped outside her building, I gave her a kiss goodnight, and then I walked back to my own apartment.

The following day passed by uneventful. I was off work, and Tanya was out of town for the next two days with friends. They were heading up to a spa near Albany. I decided to spend it with my friends. We played around with our so-called band. Sam said that he might get us booked for a small gig at a bar in the village. That would be fun.

The night passed on without any shadowing phone calls from Tanya.

The next day the sky was darkened by threatening looking clouds. The air felt like it was November. Just by looking at the sky, you could tell that it would harshly downpour at any given second.

Today I was only working half a shift from seven to ten. The rain started to fall down. I muttered a curse under my breath when I realized my jacket was lacking a hood.

I was merely minutes away from my warm and dry work place. I quickened my pace as I turned the corner. But soon stopped abruptly.

She was walking across the street as she took a long sip of her coffee. Starbucks, no doubt. She was soaked from the rain.

I almost did not see the blue mini van speeding.

I my eyes fixed back to her. She was taking another sip. She was not paying attention as she absent mindedly crossed the road. She did not see the van.

One thought, and one thought only crossed my mind.

Not her.

I ran quickly, gently pushing people out of the way if necessary. I saw her eyes look up in shock as she finally realized what was happening.

I stepped onto the street and pulled her towards me. We both ended up falling on the sidewalk, right into a puddle. My eyes closed tightly. I began to reassure myself in my head 'it is okay, it is okay'.

It was okay.

I opened my eyes to catch her staring at me. "Are you alright?" I asked her.

"I'm fine." She said shakily.

"You sure?" I asked. "You still look like you're in shock."

"I'm fine." She said. I could ndo nothing but believe her.

"Alright, if you are positive..." I stood up, and then proceeded to help her up.

"Thanks...for...Uhh...just now."

"It's alright...I don't think that man knows what a stoplight is." Trying to make a joke at this time may have been a stupid idea. The poor girl almost was run over by a van!

"Yeah..." She said while staring at me. "I'm Bella." She said bluntly. I looked straight into her eyes. Bella, indeed. The name suited her perfectly.

Beautiful.

"My name is Edward." I replied. I could almost see a wave of relief wash through her. I shrugged it off.

We continued on to Starbucks developing little conversation. I felt bad for her to lose her coffee. I was intending to buy her a new one. And I did.

For what seemed like the thousandth time in one week, Sam's words fluttered around my head.

What I want.

Okay, Now I hope you guys liked Edwards point of view. I honestly don't think I am very strong at writing from his perspective. I'm planning on working on it.

This chapter was kind of cut in half. In the next chapter I'm planning on doing the reaming of Edwards point of view, then the other half will be back to Bella.

I have a playlist for this story. It's just a compilation of the music I listen to while I write out my chapters. I posted the list on my profile, feel free to check it out.

Thanks a whole lot to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. You all put a huge smile on my face.

Please review. I don't have a personal latte boy to be my inspiration, but I have all my wonderful readers! (: