WOW! Thank you all for the response Red is receiving so far. As a special thank you hear's chapter three already and perhaps are first glimpse of Edward. Who know's what direction this story is going to go down, as I don't plan when I write, I go with the flow!

Happy Sunny Sunday's everyone :) We've had a few beautiful day's hear in the UK! Cold but sunny. Xx

P.S I don't know New York very well, so I'm going purely on imagination, having only been once five/six years ago for my twenty first. Plus this chapter isn't beta'd. Xx

03)

I smiled as I slowly wake up, in my new room in my own apartment. The sun beams shining through the blinds that where already hear when I got hear. I am so thrilled I got everything done and organised yesterday.

I live a few blocks away from the University and five minuet walk away from the train station. I picked this area deliberately for all it's easy access. So If I ever do find Mr. Right, get married and have kids, I may look into renting this place out to an older couple. As this would be convenient for them. Plus the hospital isn't to far away, and the local doctor's I read up is just a couple blocks in the opposite direction of the train station.

Perfect for me! Everything pretty much perfect. I just need to set the TV up today, the corner couch that will dominate one and a half walls of my living room is coming also today, and the ten artificial blossom trees and Orchid plants, a few palm tree's - tall-ish ones, also some roses and wild flowers for kitchen, that'll brighten up the white walls around my apartment will arrive sometime this week.

They said they'll send me an e-mail in advance. The same with my furniture. I'm so excited and feel so relaxed. I can't remember the last time I felt like this. HELL I'm not even thinking about her, plus she and her many men, plus my father Charlie are the reasons I am able to do this.

I don't like thinking about the money thrown at me over the years. I think in some small way my mother felt guilty for missing my growing up, and all the birthday and Christmas's she missed out on, after walking out on me and Charlie when I was one years old.

Every year I'd receive a lump some of money, depending on how rich her newest interest was, i'd get thousands, sometimes hundreds of thousands, like my sixteenth and eighteenth I got the one hundred thousands, the figure being how old I turned.

When Phil sent me a check for twenty one hundred thousand, I sent it back, thanking him for the generous offer, but it is to much to accept. He sent it back with a letter, and I really appreciated it's contents.

Personally I do not see what he see's in that woman I have to call mother. She does not deserve the title Mum or Mom. He's ten years younger too, which makes me cringe a little. She's never been around. I visited her a few times, but after husband number four, which I really am not going to get into that story today, as it'll ruin my mood. I stopped going, and Charlie never forced me to go. Trust me. I didn't make it a secret that I wasn't happy with the arrangements to visit my mother. I didn't like her fellow's, and I didn't like the circle of people she followed. Even at a young age, I just knew.

The last time I saw the women was a few years back at her and Phil's wedding, and I only made the effort to go for HIM as he made the effort to get to know me. Picking up the phone to ask how things are, or just letting me know I'm welcome any time. It really means allot. I would go, if my mother made the effort with me, but she's never even tried, so why should I place myself in an awkward situation?

But then. It's thanks to her and her many men, and husbands, Phil is husband number six. I never attended a wedding after husband number four. It's thanks to them, that I am able to afford this dream. I am a saver not a spender. I have almost everything I need. Through out all the money, I loved Charlie's gift's the most as he actually put thought into them, instead of throwing money at me. Like the digital camera he got me for my eighteenth and the savings account he gave me when I turned twenty one, which contained just under twenty thousand dollars for my university or traveling fund. I will use that money for food and essentials for uni.

So on that positive note I pushed my covers back, made the bed, and then I headed for the bathroom, the bathroom furniture is another thing that's arriving at some point, and yet another e-mail I have to look out for. I really need to set my desk top computer up ASAP, after I've gotten coffee from some place.

I didn't buy any food or drink yesterday, as I had to turn the fridge/freezer on and leave it for twenty four hours. So I will find a twenty four hour place later this evening, and go shopping for some bits then.

I have just finished washing my hair and grabbed a towel, to wrap my hair up. I had just finished when I realized that I had no mirrors. Bugger. I knew there was something I had forgotten to get. I got all the big stuff done yesterday and forgot some of the basic essentials. Luckily I had thought about bedding when I ordered the bed, and the guy's kindly helped put it together, along with the computer desk and placed the desk top in it's place, which I managed to find and buy yesterday too, but other than that. I just got so distracted and excited about buying bits for my first home away from home, that I forgot about the essentials, little things.

I will have to go after breakfast, back to a few places I noticed had mirrors. They have a massive mirror store, near the clothing district, where all the top brands are, so will have a look in there. I also need to start searching for a part time job. Another reason for leaving home a month before I had too. Even though I had money in saving ISA's, Money doesn't last forever. So as nice as this all is, I need money to pay bills and food. Plus I need a house phone, and cheep mobile phone.

I've never had one of those, so that's a bit daunting, some musical equipment. Those iPod things, and music doc for sitting room, kitchen and bedroom.

Gosh, I didn't realize how much I still had to get. First things first though is all important coffee. I can't start my day with out having one of those first. And my first coffee in New York is going to be out for breakfast as I have nothing in the kitchen yet, so I don't feel to guilty for treating myself.

After dressing in simple leggings, called yoga pants and a teal blue tank top, I un-toweled my hair and left it to dry naturally; after toweling it. I am just brushing my teeth first before I leave my apartment. On my way out I slipped into a pair of flip flops, and grabbed my bag. My first morning and official day in New York.

Stepping out into the early morning sun, it's around nine thirty. My first quest of the day is to find coffee, but upon walking out of my apartment building I suddenly think of something else I need. Sunglasses.

With a reluctant sigh, I walk out onto the city streets, and start my search for a coffee house. I have been walking for twenty minuets, when I finally find one called Coffee Beans, and it looks nice. So I enter and cue. I notice most people are in suits, or sharp dress suits if it's a women, with fancy brief cases and designer hand bags. I inwardly groan, as I realize that's another thing I need to get. This old thing won't last for very long. So with the money I may as well splash out a little, and treat myself to something that's going to last.

Looking at the brief cases, makes me remember I need something portable to take to uni with me as I can't carry my desk top. *SIGH* YET another thing, I need to shop for. I swear after these next few day's, I will be doing no shopping, except for food, for YEARS to come.

I hate shopping, and I hate it for one of the many reason's being, I always forget something and have to then go back out to get it. It drive's me nuts. I really need my coffee. I think I might buy two, and a pastry of some kind but I'll get the coffee and pastry first, before I buy another coffee and have to start yet another torturous shopping trip.

I tell ya. I'm not a normal girl, I swear. Shopping is one thing I've always hated. I've had the money to do it, but never have until now, and only brought clothes, if I really needed too. Like if jeans or leggings ripped in places that are very embarrassing to be seen out in public.

Finally, I get to the front of the cue and can start browsing the item's on sale, the freshly baked smell of pastry and bread, plus coffee had my stomach rumbling, and my inner muse praying nobody had heard my stomach making music.

I suddenly felt someone lean in behind me, and moved forwards a bit freaked out by the close proximity and I swear I felt a nose in my hair. I dared not turn around and grabbed the first toasty thing that caught my eye, which turned out to be mozzarella and tomato, and moved forwards a few steps ahead of the person behind me. Whomever they are seemed to follow me, like a magnet. Like they are magnetically stuck to my hair. I tried keeping one step ahead of them, as the cue thinned out, but I still refused to turn around and face my hair invader. But I needed coffee more importantly than confronting any kind of space invader.

What the fuck was with the hair sniffing if that's what this weirdo was doing?

When I got to the till, the girl behind the counter, looked over my head instead of at me, and her eyes widened, behind her small rectangle glasses, and i coughed, to gain her attention.

She looked at me and asked for my order.

I handed her the toasted treat and then asked for a black coffee, one sugar, no milk, and pointed to one of the pastry's, that caught my eye, whilst scanning earlier. A chocolate croissant.

She replied ten eight dollars fifty and before I could get my cash out, someone. The sniffer space invader, handed her a black card. But I quickly got my cash out and handed it to her with pleading eyes.

The girl behind the counter looked like she was having an internal battle, as she kept looking between me and now whom I know to be male, due to the hand.

"Take it." He said to the poor girl.

"Oh, no I really couldn't." I said, still not looking at him.

"Please accept." He said, an air of authority.

"No, no. Thank you sir for your generosity but I can not accept. I then left the money on top of the counter, leaving a two dollar tip, and took the number thing she silently handed my whilst the girl stared opened mouth at me and the man, or just the man. As I had a two minuet wait for my toasted sandwich.

I then made a bee line for the table by the window in the far corner to get away from the creep, who seems to like my hair a little TOO, TOO much.

As I sat down, I felt the air shift around me. I couldn't explain it, but I just new it was him. Mr Sniffer Space Invader. And he sat down opposite me. I kept my eyes on my coffee.

"Well, it's not every day that I have to do the chasing." An amused, delicious velvet voice spoke from across the dark wooden square table top.

Chapter four coming soon :)

What do you think of Edwards opening into the story? I was thinking of doing something a little more dramatic, but thought I'd start of with something hopefully a little different in the Mafia fandom.

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