Hey guys, I'm Valerie and this is my first fanfic. I'm really nervous about posting it and if this writing thing doesn't work out, you can't say I didn't try. Anyway, please read and if you can, review! Oh, and this is based off the movie 50 First Dates, but if you didn't watch the movie the story will still make sense.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I wish I did but I don't. I also wished for a unicorn when I was 4. Never got one, not even a pony :(

"Take a second out to think about this: in your life you search and search for the right person for you. Every time you break up with someone, you get one step closer to that person. Your getting closer to meeting the one."

Quote by Ian Philpot

Edward's POV

"Jessica, I'm sorry, but I'm kinda...um, look...I'm breaking up with you."

Jessica's eyes watered. "B-but Eddie,...I thought…you mean…W-Why?"

I ran my fingers through my already disheveled hair. After going out for two weeks I was breaking up with my girlfriend, Jessica. She was clingy, somewhat dumb, whinny, and I'm pretty sure she only likes me for my looks. Oh and she calls me Eddie. Those are just some of the reasons why I'm breaking up with her. However, the main reason I'm ending our relationship—as cheesy as this sounds—is that I just don't feel any connection. No sparks or fireworks. I feel absolutely nothing towards her.

I want to find the love of my life, my soul mate. I want a love as strong as Elizabeth and Edward Senior's (my parents) love. I date a lot of girls, and I mean a lot, searching but finding nothing. Some might call me a player, and maybe I am, but it's not my intention to 'play' girls. I mean—

A loud sniffle interrupted my thoughts. I turned towards the noise and saw Jessica looking at me expectantly. That's right; I still have not answered her. And she sniffled because she was crying. I groaned inwardly. I hate it when girls cry. It just makes breaking up with them even harder and leads me to feel horrible about myself.

"Jessica, don't cry," I begged. "I just don't think it's working out. Trust me; it's not you it's me." …yeah, I really did just use that cliché break-up line.

"But Edward, I love you," Jessica declared. Yup, she is definitely clingy. Sheesh, we've only known each other for two weeks; I really doubt you can fall in love with someone that quickly.

"Look, Jessica," I began. "Its time for a change. We both need to move on. I really liked you, too," I lied easily. "But we can still be friends." Not.

Jessica brown eyes suddenly burned with fury. Uh oh. And here I thought this was going to be a clean break up. Guess not.

"You know what, I don't even care anymore! And no, I don't want to be friends. I never want to see you again!" Thank god. "And," Jessica continued, her face red with rage. She was definitely not crying anymore. "You just made a huge mistake. Next week, you'll be begging for me to take you back, but I won't. Want to know why?" She continued without giving me a chance to answer. "Because by the time you realize your mistake, I'll already be with another more smarterer," See what I mean when I said dumb? "person and I will be over you Edward Masen." She said my name like any normal person would say yellow vomit.

I sighed heavily, not knowing what to say. I was disappointed. When I first saw Jessica playing with her 5-year old niece, I got to admit I thought she was 'the one'. It's kinda pathetic, really. Every time I see a woman around my age, I start picturing our lives together filled with a bunch of our adorable children. Creepy, huh? It's a shame—I usually prefer brunettes, but I guess this brunette just wasn't the one I was meant to be with.

Jessica glared at my lack of response and with one final toss of her unruly, curly hair, she turned and walked—swaying her hips in a matter that made her look drunk—out of my life forever.

At least I hope.


Later in the day, after I had taken Tylenol to help with my headache that I received from my messy break-up with Jessica, my cell phone blared. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone but as I prepared to end the call I read the caller ID. Great, Jasper was calling me. Don't get me wrong, Jasper is a great guy, but the only reason he would call would be to invite me over to watch a basketball game on his new plasma screen TV. You see, I am a piano teacher and I teach his adorable son Tyler. We met when Jasper picked up Tyler from his first lesson and we became friends instantly. We met up for coffee once and Jasper invited me to see a basketball game. He was very excited to try out his new TV so I agreed, but now I just wanted to sleep and I'm sure Jasper wouldn't think I was good company if I fell asleep in the middle of the game. However, I did promise him that I would go and I didn't want to disappoint him. With that in mind, I summoned enough energy to answer my phone.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Edward!" I heard Jasper's voice come through the phone. "The basketball game will start in an hour. Want to come over now?"

"Sure," I answered unenthusiastically.

"Someone doesn't sound very excited," Jasper observed.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I finally broke up with Jessica and I have a major headache. I really just want to go to sleep," I replied honestly. It was no use lying to Jasper; he had this uncanny ability to know exactly what you're feeling. I guess that's why he was such a successful therapist.

"You don't have to come if you're not up to it," Jasper assured, sounding disappointed "Oh and it's about time you broke up with Jessica, I didn't like her at all. How did she take it?" He asked as an afterthought.

"Not well, but I'll tell you about that later." I introduced Jasper to Jessica earlier in the week. He didn't say anything but I had a feeling he didn't like her. I was right. My mom always said I was a good reader of people's thoughts. "Anyway, I promised you that I would watch the game with you so I will. And plus, nothing like a good game to get me wide awake. Maybe this will help cheer me up."

"Awesome," Jasper said excitedly. "You will probably get to meet my wife, too. She and her friend went shopping but they'll probably come home in the middle of the game."

I have yet to meet Jasper's wife, Alice. But Jasper constantly talks about her and its obvious how much he loves her. Even when he's complaining that he will go broke with all the shopping Alice does, you can still see the love and devotion in his eyes. See, that's the bond I want for myself. I want to find my 'Alice'.

"Great, I'm looking forward to meeting her," I answered honestly.

So he gave me his address and we said our goodbyes.

Bella's POV

"Bella, Bella, wake up!" a familiar voice demanded. Ugh Alice. You know how some people have alarm clocks or roosters? Yeah well, I have Alice to wake me up. Lucky me.

I opened my eyes slowly, trying to get use to the brightness in the room. When they finally opened, I saw Alice with an impatient and annoyed look on her face. I ignored her and looked out of the window and saw with no surprise that it was still dark outside. I quickly turned to my clock, which was on top of my bedside table. It read 7:00 A.M.

"Alice, what did I tell you about waking me up before 12 o'clock on the weekend?" I asked in a groggy voice, turning to glare at her. As you've probably guessed, I'm not a morning person. Alice, however, looked unaffected by my glare. She is very short, probably a little over 5 feet. She has spiky black hair and angelic blue eyes. My big brother, Emmett, calls her a pixie or pix because of her pixie-like features.

"You told me not to," she replied innocently. "But this is an emergency!"

"What! What is it? Is it Jasper? Tyler?" I sat up in panic. Jasper is Alice's husband and Tyler is their child.

"No, nothing like that," Alice answered, rolling my eyes at what she would call my dramatics. I breathed a sigh of relief. "But these amazing shoes are going on sale today and we have to get there now or else someone else will get them. We are already running late so hurr—"

"Alice, I'm not going shopping and nothing you say or do will change my mind," I interrupted. To emphasize my point, I—very maturely, might I add—laid back down as I threw the covers over my head and closed my eyes. I was hoping Alice would get the point and leave.

"Come on, Bella, it will be so much fun!" Alice insisted as she yanked the covers away from me and onto the floor.

"No it won't," I disagreed confidently. There was no way shopping would be fun. At least not for me. While Alice loves shopping, I detest it. The ironic part is that we met while I was shopping. I was looking for a dress for an 8th grade dance. I remember trying on a pink dress and looking at my reflection in the mirror.


'God, this dress is hideous' I thought to myself, looking at my reflection. I was trying to find a dress for the 8th grade dance. I know what you're thinking. Bella Swan going to a dance? But my mom is chaperoning and is forcing me to go. To make matters worse, she left me to pick out a dress on my own. Rosalie isn't even here to help me. She's busy flirting with my brother. What she sees in him, I'll never know. Usually my mom picks out my dresses and skirts—both of which I rarely wear. But nooo, this time she said it would be more fun for me to pick out my own dress. Yeah, I'm still waiting for the fun part to kick in. Sometimes, I wonder if my mom and I are even relat—

"God, that dress looks terrible on you!" A high-pitched voice interrupted my thoughts. Okay, I knew the dress was ugly but I never asked for this person's opinion. Irritated, I turned around to confront this know-it-all.

But when I turned around, I saw a short pixie-like girl. She was beautiful. However, that's not why I didn't tell her to back off. It was because she looked so sweet and was innocently looking at me. My annoyed expression melted away and was replaced with a curious quick of my eyebrow. The girl was just trying to help and had not meant to offend me.

"Here," she said sweetly, "Try this on." She held out a gorgeous midnight blue dress. I looked at her strangely, wondering why a stranger was offering me a dress. I opened my mouth to ask what her name was, but she beat me to the punch.

"I'm Alice Cullen and I had a vision that you and I will be best friends," she declared in a cheery voice. "Now try this on," she demanded, shoving the dress into my hands and pushing me into the dressing room. Obviously, she was very bossy, but I decided to try on the dress anyway. Partly because I loved it, and if I'm being honest, partly because I was afraid of that strange pixie girl. What was her name? Alexia? Allison? Annie?

Once I finished zipping up the dress, I stepped out of the room quickly and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Wow, I actually looked—dare I say it—pretty. This dress was a miracle worker. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not ugly, or at least I hope not. I'm just plain Jane. Nothing special about me, I have boring brown hair and dull doe-like eyes, which are also brown. My skin is pasty and my knees—

A loud squeal interrupted my thoughts. I fought the urge to cringe and cover my ears and turned away from my reflection. I faced Alice with a look that clearly communicated that I thought she was crazy.

My look must have not been effective or maybe Alice ignored it or she might have been given the 'you're crazy; please stay away' look so many times that she's grown used to it. Either way, she continued talking despite my look. "You look even prettier then you did in my dream!" Okay, back up, what's this dream she keeps talking about? As if she read my thoughts, she answered my question."Oh, I'm psychic. Sometimes, I get these visions that eventually come true." Allison, or whatever her name is, said in a light tone like we were just talking about the weather. Yeah she's a psychic and I'm Harry Potter. Maybe we could be friends after all. Both mystical humans. Definitely something to bond over.

"Um...okay, whatever you say." I didn't believe her at all and you wouldn't either if a strange girl came up and suddenly said she could see the future. I didn't tell her that, though, because I didn't want to hurt her feelings. But that didn't mean that I didn't want to get away from her as soon as I could.

"No, really." Alice finally must have read my 'you're crazy' look. "How else would I know you were here and picked out this perfect dress and know your name if I didn't have physic powers?" Good question. W-Wait, she knew my name? I'm definitely leaving now.

"Um...well, I have to go…um...eat, yeah, I'm starving!" I mumbled quickly. She didn't believe me though. Who would? I'm a terrible liar.

"You don't like me?" She asked, her blue eyes filling with such sadness and rejection that I hesitated.

"No, that's not it, it's just…" think you are crazy I almost blurted out, but I stopped myself in time. She looked up at me hopefully. I had to give her a chance."Okay, I'll believe you, if you can tell me what my future job will be." I smiled smugly. There, let's see how she gets out of this one.

"Silly Bella," She wasn't kidding when she said she knew my name "The future isn't set on stone; I only see people's decisions and what the outcome is. I saw you deciding to try on that ugly dress and I had to stop you."

"Alright then, what did I just decide?" I asked, smirking. I was on a roll, asking all these tough question. Let's see Miss Physic sidestep this one.

"You decided to go eat at the Panda Express." My smile faltered. Darn she's right! I always go to Panda Express when I'm at the mall.

"Okay um..."


"Right, I knew that."

"Sure you did."

I ignored her and continued "I believe you." And I did. How else would she know that I was planning on eating at Panda Express? And there was something in the way her eyes shone with hope and sincerity that made it impossible to think she was lying. Either she's crazy and has deluded herself into thinking that she is psychic or she really can see the future. I was hoping the latter was true.

"I knew you would say that!" She squealed. I rolled my eyes. Of course she did. "Now let's pay for that dress and go eat," Alice suggested after her crazy happy dance. After I had put on my regular clothes back on, Alice dragged me by the arm towards the cashier. For such a small person, she was really strong.

"Wait! Alice, I can't pay for that dress," I informed sadly. It was true. My family was tight on money and we couldn't afford to buy a dress like this one.

"I'm paying for it," she said, sounding offended that I thought otherwise.

"No you are not!" I hated it when people bought things for me.

"Yes I am! And you better get used to it, Bella. I don't need to be a psychic to know that we are going to be best friends. And friends give friends presents," she declared cheerfully.


Well, that day I learned never to bet against Alice. She was right, we became fast friends and she still does pay for a lot of my things, no matter how much I complain.

-Flashback End-

"Please?" Alice's voice brought me back to the present.

"Can't Rosalie go with you?" Rosalie Hale was another friend of ours. I knew her before I knew Alice. We met in kindergarten. One upon a time, a boy stole my M&Ms. Rosalie, seeing this, took it upon herself to twist the boy's arm until he gave them back to me. We have been best friends ever since.

Rosalie also had a big brother, Jasper, who is like my second big brother. He and Emmett were very protective of Rosalie and me throughout our childhood. Heck, they still are. Actually, I was the one who introduced Emmett to Rosalie and later Alice to Jasper. Soon, Alice and Jasper fell in love and so have Rosalie and Emmett. And I never let them forget that it was me who got them together in the first place.

Yes, I am an awesome matchmaker, but alas I can't find the right match for me. I'm 24 years old and I have never had a boyfriend or been kissed by a boy. Pathetic, right? Don't get me wrong, I've had tons of crushes and have done my fair share of flirting, but I've never tried to have a real relationship.

But my mom, Renee, always said, God sent us down in pairs and that I will find my prince charming one day. Well you know what? I don't believe in happy ever afters. My dad, Charlie, and my mom always fought. They were even on the brink of getting a divorce when my mom died in a car crash. I was 15 years old at the time. My dad still hasn't gotten over her. No matter how much they fought, my dad never stopped caring for my mom. He shut down when she died. It's a good thing I had Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, and especially Emmett to help me. I wouldn't be the same without my best friends. Carlisle and Esme, Alice's parents, have also always been there for me. And no, I don't need a guy to 'complete' me. I'm perfectly fine with just my best friends, Carlisle, Esme, and my dear old dad.

"Bella? Earth to Bella!" Alice nearly yelled while she waved her hand in front of my face. Opps, I must have spaced out.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Did you listen to word I just said?" She asked in an annoyed tone.

"No," I admitted guiltily. No use in lying, I suck at it.

Alice sighed very dramatically "I said that Rosalie is babysitting Tyler." Tyler was Jasper's and Alice's kid. They got married six years ago. Everyone criticized them because Alice was only 19 at the time, but anyone who knew Alice and Jasper could see how much they loved each other. Nine months after the wedding, Tyler was born.

"Why can't Jasper take care of him?" I asked, burying my face into my oh so warm pillow.

"Because he and his new friend are watching a basketball game," Alice replied.

"What about Emmett?" Emmett and Jasper usually watched games together. It was their 'male-bonding time'.

"Emmet's at work." I could see Alice was getting impatient. Well, good, that's what you get for waking me up at seven on the weekend.

"But its Sunday!" Sundays are Emmet's days off.

"Yes but he has to meet an important client. Now no more questions! Get in the shower!" Alice demanded before I could ask another question.

As you can see Alice is still incredibly bossy. Oh and Emmett is a weight trainer. This client must be important; you usually can't get Emmett out of bed on Sundays. Guess it runs in the family, huh? Rosalie is a part-time model but mostly stays home and takes care of Nichole who is most commonly known as Nikki. Nikki is Emmett's and Rose's 7-year old daughter. Alice owns her own boutique. Lastly, Jasper is a therapist. Yes, they were all successful, rich, and beautiful. Me? I'm still plain and poor. I am a 9th grade English teacher who works Sundays at the bookstore. I really don't care that I don't have a cool job like my family does, I enjoy being a teacher.

"Alice, for the last time, I'm not going." I grabbed my covers from the floor and made a move to throw it over myself again but before I could, Alice's hand shot out and pulled the cover back onto the ground. I scowled. She still was so strong.

"Please," she begged, leaning in. Oh no, she was using the puppy dog face. She knew I could never say no to her famous pout. She tried to teach me how to pout like her and said I was a natural, but I honestly thought I looked demented.

"Alice, please don't make me." Now I was begging.

"Come on, Bella. I promise we can go to the bookstore afterwards," she propositioned.

I sighed loudly and dramatically. I ignored Alice's eye roll and relented. "Fine, but only because I need a new book." And because I knew she wouldn't stop annoying me until I agreed. Irritating Pixie.

Alice looked distastefully at my huge bookcase. She never understood why I liked reading better than shopping.

"Sure you do," Alice answered sarcastically, gesturing with her hands towards all my books scattered about in my room.

"Be quiet, and let's get this over with," I ordered, slowly getting off of my bed and standing up. Time to begin another day in the life of Bella Swan.

So did you like it? Was it too long? Too short? Did you like the EPOV? Nothing major happen, I just wanted to introduce all the characters. Please review, comments are very appreciated. Okay, for the next chapter, I'm planning on doing Alice's POV, that way you can learn what's wrong with Bella. Then I'll probably switch back to Bella's POV. After that chapter the plot starts to unfold. I'll update as soon as I can.

Until Next Time,
ValGal95, aka Valerie