"On the Corner of First and Amistad"

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the songs used.

Summary: Bella and Edward are both in college at Washington State in their second year. Both have dark pasts that they seemed to have finally escaped from. Before they died in a car accident when Edward was in high school, his parents used to beat him weekly. (It's not Carlisle and Esme.) He's never been close to anyone besides his brother, Emmett, and he doesn't plan on ever letting that change. Bella was treated like an angel, until her parents died when she was only six. She was adopted by her very loving aunt and uncle until one day they seemingly dropped off the face of the Earth. All her life, everyone close to Bella as died or left her, outside her only friend and roommate, Alice and her friends Jasper and Rosalie. Edward and Bella meet one day in a small coffee shop. Let the chips just fall where they may...

BPOV

"Another morning, another new beginning. Get up and face the new day." I shook my roommate and only friend, Alice, awake. Her brown eyes snapped open in a glare.

"Ohh, you just enjoy torturing me, don't you!" She growled the accusation under her breath as she stretched. I shrugged and smiled at her as I stood up.

"I admit, I do get a sort of sick pleasure from waking you up early every morning for your early classes."She rolled her eyes at me.

"Whatever, I'm up, I'm up, go about your business." She waltzed past me into the hallway and into her bathroom. I jogged back into my own room and pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a white top. I pulled a jacket on over that because of the rain that was sure to be present outside. "What do you want for breakfast?!" Alice called to me from the kitchen as I finished straightening my long brown hair.

"Umm... I think I'm going over to Macy's okay?" I said as I entered the kitchen so we wouldn't have to yell at each other from across the apartment.

She shrugged her thin shoulders "Sure, sounds good to me. I'm going to Jasper's after class so I'll be home a little late."Her face brightened at her news.

"Jasper, your partner for the project and your crush?" She glared at me with an eyebrow raised for a moment.

"Yeah, okay." She giggled and slipped on her shoes before opening the front door. "I'll see you later!"

"Bye."

I finished getting ready before heading out the door and onto the campus of Washington State just a few blocks away. We were really lucky to find an apartment so close. Macy's was a little coffee shop that I had found while exploring the campus last year and it had become a quick part of my routine to visit nearly every day. I knew most of the people that worked there because I went so often and as soon as I walked in, they made the same coffee I always had. There was no point in getting something different, why waste the time?

I also loved how every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday they had live entertainment. Sometimes a student would try to do standup comedy and it was usually a pretty sad attempt, but most of the time people played music. Some played instrumentals, on any instrument you could think of: violin, cello, piano, flute, trumpet, saxophone, guitar, and a bunch of others. It could get pretty interesting at times. Other people would sing, maybe play piano or guitar with it, and that could be either excellent or horrible. I'd heard people who could win American Idol and I've heard others that could make your ears bleed. At least the horrible ones would be kicked out by the manager most of the time.

As I walked into the shop, bells tinkled softly, announcing my entrance. I ducked my head and walked over to the front counter. I didn't place an order, they were already making my coffee and when one of the waiters, a blond boy by the name of Mike, handed me my coffee I gave him five dollars, letting him keep the change, and made my way to my usual table. I sat next to the small little stage where a piano was in one corner with a microphone attached to it and another microphone sat a few feet away from it with a stool behind it. The piano was sitting just so the person playing it could look right at me, if they just looked forward. If he wasn't turned around talking to one of the employees. I didn't recognize him so he must have been either new to the school or the shop.

When the employee left the stage, the pianist turned on his bench and shuffled through some of the music before picking it up and laying it on top of the piano. I studied him for a moment, sometimes just by looking at them you could tell if they were going to be good or bad. But then again, you're not supposed to judge a book by its cover. He had tousled bronze hair and bright green eyes that seemed almost void of emotion. I watched silently as he stretched his hands for a second before laying them on the ivory keys and closing his eyes. Then a soft melody flowed from his fingertips and filled the room, weaving a tale of its own. I didn't recognize the piece, but that didn't make it sound any less beautiful. I sat up a little straighter and rested my head in palms to prop myself up. The first few songs he played I didn't recognize, but then he played Clair De Lune, and after that he switched to songs with lyrics.

His voice was as amazing as his piano playing. It was clear and velvet but at the same time it had this rough and almost husky edge to it at times. I sipped my coffee very slowly and watched him, entranced.

He finally paused and looked at the audience. Almost everyone was watching him now, instead of just glancing at him like they usually did. He could definitely win American Idol. Then he spoke to us the first time. "Hey guys, I'm Edward Masen. I go here to Washington State and I'm 20 years old. I've played piano for 12 years, since I was eight. If you guys like me, I should be back here on Thursday and Saturday, but it's really your choice." There was applause from everyone, including the employees and he half smiled at us. I clapped softly along with them and kept my eyes locked on him. Edward... Definitely an unusual name but it just seemed to fit him.

He turned back to the piano and for the first time noticed me. We locked eyes and it felt like an electric current flared between us. I was surprised everyone in Macy's didn't turn to look at us. Edward smiled crookedly at me, the first real smile I'd seen from him, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Okay, one more song before I have my fifteen minute break... Anything you guys want to hear that I might know?"

A young man stood up and said something quietly to him. Edward nodded slowly and said "I know that song."

Edward started playing and it took me less than a couple seconds to know what he was play. "This is "You Found Me" by The Fray." He said into the microphone right before he started singing.

"I found God on the corner of First and Amistad
Where the West was all but won.
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where've you been?" He said, "Ask anything.""

All I could think was whoa… his voice was perfect for this song. He sounded so much better than The Fray in my opinion. Maybe I was a little biased…

"Where were you, when everything was falling apart?
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang.
And all I needed was a call that never came
to the corner of First and Amistad.

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me.
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded.
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me."

His eyes weren't void of emotion now; I just had no idea what he was feeling. I watched him intently as he continued, trying to decipher is expression.

"But in the end everyone ends up alone.
Losing her, the only one who's ever known
who I am, who I'm not, and who I wanna to be.
No way to know how long she will be next to me."

He closed his eyes and his voice was a little softer as he continued. The song was starting to me make me a little sad, and I thought of how no one knew how long someone would be with you. I knew that better than most people.

"Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me.
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded.
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

The early morning, the city breaks.
And I've been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages,
You never sent me no letters.
You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want."

His voice was stronger and then suddenly dimmed down again as he started the chorus over. I wished I could just listen to him all day...

"Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me.
Lying on the floor, where were you? Where were you?

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me.
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded.
Why'd you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late, you found me, you found me.

Why'd you have to wait, to find me, to find me?"

Edward's voice faded out and the piano continued for a second before the whole coffee shop burst into applause. I guess they agreed with my decision that he was just as good, if not better, than The Fray. He stood and bowed slightly before walking down the steps and people returned to their former conversations as he went on break.

I looked out the wall length window next to me and watched students and professors bustle by, either heading to classes, or leaving them and trying to find a way to salvage their day.

I drank the last of my coffee and then pulled a notebook from the bag I had with me. I laid it open to the page I had left off on and pulled a pen out from my bag as well. I tapped the pen as I looked out the window and thought of how to continue the story I had started to write last year.

"Excuse me?" A smooth voice said next to my elbow and I jumped slightly before looking up at, wouldn't you know it, the amazing pianist. I closed my notebook and stowed it back in my bag.

"Yes?"

"I couldn't help notice that you are sitting alone and have been since you walked in." Okay, maybe he'd noticed me before I thought he had. "Would you mind if I joined you for my break? It's only ten more minutes."

I looked him up and down and it wasn't just his smile that was gorgeous. Like before, I noticed that he seemed kind of unemotional—bleak. "You can say no, I wouldn't want to intrude." He added.

"Umm... yeah, sure, you can sit here." I smiled at him.

He sat down in the seat across from me and we just started at each other kind of awkwardly for a second. Then I held my hand out to him. "I'm Bella Swan; I'm also a student here."

"Edward Masen and is that so?" He raised an eyebrow at me and gestured to the jacket I was wearing. It was a Washington State jacket.

"Oh..." I bit my lip and blushed a little, way to make a good first impression; treat him like an idiot! Yeah, that'll work real great. "You have an amazing voice, I can't believe you've played piano for so long."I changed the subject quickly.

He shrugged and half smiled "I've always loved playing piano and singing is just something that I've been good at and I like it. My parents made me start it and when I never complained it was always one of my only escapes. Do you play any kind of music?"He seemed truly curious so I answered him honestly.

"Yeah, I sing and I've played guitar since I was fourteen, for five years. I know what you mean about music being an escape. It's always helped me in life when I've been... alone." I smiled at him and he returned it with his crooked smile. I looked down at the table. Why did I tell him that? He didn't care and he didn't know what I meant.

"Hey, Edward!" We both looked over to the counter while Mike pointed at him and then the piano. "Break's over."

Edward rolled his eyes and I chuckled "Yeah, Mike can be a pain."

"You know him?" He nodded his head in Mike's direction.

"I'm a frequent flyer here, so I know most of the employees. Mike took a special interest me and has asked me out on numerous dates." I rolled my eyes; I wish he would just get himself fired already.

"How'd that go?" He stood up but stayed next to the table.

I shrugged. "I've always turned him down."

Edward chuckled softly and then walked up on to the stage before Mike came over. I watched him play a couple songs before I looked at my watch and saw that I'd been here over an hour since it was just past nine. I stood and Edward looked up as the music continued to flow. I walked closer to the stage "I'll see you on Thursday." I smiled and he smiled back crookedly and nodded once. I could see him later tonight if I wanted to also because the musicians play from 8-10 in the morning and from 6-11 at night with a few of fifteen and thirty minute breaks. I knew because I'd played for Macy's a few times. I could but I wouldn't. As I walked past the front counter, Mike leaned against, trying too hard to be cool.

"Hey, Bella..."

I didn't let him finish the sentence, just said "Not today, Mike." Would he just give it a rest? I didn't want to go out with him! It is so sad that I could tell when he' was about to ask me out now.

I left Macy's without looking back.

A/N: Hey, if you haven't already read it go, check out my other story Trust after you review this one. Just in case you haven't noticed, everyone is human. I don't think I'll update this for a while now, I'm going to finish Trust first I think, I got the idea for this and I'm writing it as I go so...yeah. Review this and put it on your favorite or alerts so you know when I update and then go read and review Trust as well! Everyone is happy :D.