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You know how people always say that life is too short? Well, when you're young, you don't care about anyone or anything besides yourself. Until that one person that you thought that would to live forever, dies. I can't even begin to tell you how that feels. The feeling is so horrible that it makes the problems you thought you had seem trivial. I thought that my life was horrible; I am twenty-five, living in the tiniest apartment, and I was working as a waitress. I have no boyfriend, no husband, no companion at all. I felt like I was in a rut, and I was, but I was the only one that could get myself out of it. The day that my grandmother died changed my life. I always told her that I would be with her if I could, and I was happy that when the day came, I could keep that promise.

She was admitted into the hospital on the first of February for a standard procedure. Then, because of incompetent doctors, she ended up getting toxic shock syndrome and died ten days later. I never knew heartache until that day. I thought breaking up with a boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen. Boy, was I wrong. I will never stop missing her, but I knew that I had to go on with my life. I wasn't planning to go to college, but didn't want to be a waitress for the rest of my life either. I had no idea where life was taking me, but I followed like a good little girl. Of course, I always said the same thing when something went wrong: 'why me?'

Almost a year to the date that my grandma died, I woke up with the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach. I just knew it was going to be a bad day. The restaurant that I worked at had been opened for over sixty years. It had the best food, breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the best beers...just the best of everything. Anyway, I had been off for three consecutive days after I decided to take a long weekend. It was almost four o'clock in the morning when I woke up, and all I wanted to do was to go back to bed. I always tried to do the right thing though, so I knew that I had to go in no matter how bad I felt. Plus, I loved the owner. Aside from my grandmother, she was the sweetest lady I'd known. I wouldn't want to force her to have to get up to open the restaurant.

It was so cold that morning. I hated winter and in central New York, it would be fifty degrees one day and zero the next; that never made me happy. We opened at five in the morning, but I tried to get there by quarter after four so I could start the coffee, switch the menus, and make sure that the night crew did everything that they were supposed to. I had worked for Jane for almost ten years, so I was the untitled boss. I didn't mind because it came with a lot of perks. I got any days off that I wanted, as many hours as I wanted, and I could always work the best shifts. Greedy? Yes, but I made sure the people with kids always had a good amount of hours and good shifts too.

Aaauggh, I thought to myself, five minutes late. I hated to be off schedule even if it was only by a few minutes. As soon as I got out of my car, something felt wrong; there were lights on. Jane and I were the only ones with keys, so I fished in my purse for my cell and dialed 911, but didn't hit send. I needed to wait until I knew if it was necessary or not. I very carefully opened the door and heard a man's voice call out. "Whose there?" I tried to be brave, but I was always a bit of a scaredy cat.

"Who are you?" I asked in a very shaky voice. As I came around the corner I could see a man mid-thirties maybe. He's so handsome, I thought. This is the best looking criminal I have ever seen. When I came back to reality, I was scared again.

"Hi, sorry to startle you. My name is Edward," he said, extending his hand for me to shake. But I, being the biggest paranoid freak ever, I did not shake his hand.

"How did you get in here and why are you in here?" I asked walking around the counter still holding tight to my cell.

"Ummm…yes, sorry; that should have been the first thing out of my mouth, forgive me," he said as he cleared his throat. "I am Edward Cullen. I'm Jane's attorney of about five years, but a friend for as long as I can remember," he said as I started a pot of coffee, still keeping my phone close to me. As I looked up from the coffeemaker, I saw him pull out a folder from his briefcase.

"Are you Isabella swan?" He asked. His voice was so sexy.

"Yeah?" I responded, trying to keep a little bit of a bitchy tone to my voice.

"Well, if you sign here the place is yours," he said turning the folder towards me.

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't know do you?" He asked lowering his eyes to avoid my gaze. He was quiet for literally an entire minute that felt much longer.

"What don't I know Mr. Cullen?" He still wouldn't say anything, and I was getting really pissed. I hated being ignored when I asked someone question. I thought that if I gave him a cup of coffee, maybe he would speak to me. I set two cups down on the counter, and as I pushed his cup to him, I saw him wipe a tear away.

"Mr. Cullen!" I said raising my voice. "You need to tell me what is going on before I freak the fuck out."

"Please, call me Edward," he said as he took a sip of coffee. "That's really good coffee," he complemented.

"Edward, I don't give two shits if you like the coffee or not. What. Is. Going. On?" That timed I yelled.

"Jane passed away last night," he said almost in a whisper.

I quickly picked up the phone and called everyone that would be showing up any time, to tell them not to come in. I didn't even know if I was going to open to the restaurant. They were all more than happy to go back to bed. I wrote a note for the front door, saying we were closed until evening hours, just in case I decided to open later. I cut off the lights and Edward and I went to the back office. We were both quiet for a long time. I was trying to hold back my tears. I didn't want to cry in front of this breathtaking man, but my emotions got the best of me and I lost it. Edward hesitantly sat next to me putting his arm around me. Between my sniffles I could hear his. It took me about fifteen minutes before my voice sounded normal enough to talk.

"You were close to her?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee then wiping my mascara smeared face.

"Yeah. She was the grandmother I never had. Did you know that she had cancer?"

"No, I had no clue. I knew she was giving me a lot more responsibilities, but she was getting older. I just had no idea about anything else. Then again, I'm always the last one to know things," I said, starting to get mad at Jane for not telling me that she was sick. I could have helped her so much more than what I did. I would have been there with her.

"Although," I started to say as I cleared my throat, "I really didn't know her outside of this place."

"I'm so sorry I had to be the one to tell you. I hate giving people bad news, but she had no family; you and I got everything. Her will was very specific. She gave you get full ownership of the restaurant, I get her cars, and we are to split her house and money." My jaw dropped, and I had no idea what to say. I went to the mirror to clean my face, and when I was done I walked back and set next to him. I had to reread what he'd just told me. It just didn't sink in.

"What time is it?"

"Six thirty."

"Are you hungry?"

"Umm, yeah, a little bit."

"Me too. Do you eat carbs?" I had to ask; the man had a body to die for after all.

"Yeah," he said with a humorous chuckle.

I went over to my desk and wrote a new note that said: 'Our beloved Jane passed away last night. We will open at four to serve supper.' I went through the kitchen, popped two bagels in the toaster, and then hung the new note on the door. Thankfully, there was no one waiting to come in. I grabbed the pot of coffee, two packets of cream cheese, some jelly, and butter; I wasn't sure what he liked. I put everything on a tray and carried it to the back office.

"Thank you very much. I've been up for hours," he said to me as he poured himself another cup of coffee.

"You were with her?" I asked him. Without saying anything he just nodded and gave me a halfhearted smile. "Thank you. I'm glad you were there I would have been...if I had known," I choked out about ready to cry again. "May I ask you a question?" I saw him nod as I stood to get the phonebook. "Did she ever say why she chose me?" Of course he didn't answer, and about a minute later he handed me an envelope that had our names on it.

"You don't have to read it right now, but this explains everything."

"Okay, thank you. Have you already read it?"

"Yeah. She had me read it before she passed, so she could make sure that I promised." We were both quiet after that. We were both just eating and drinking coffee. I spent the next hour on the phone with employees asking them to be at the restaurant at three.

"Sorry about that," I told him. "So, are we in charge of making the arrangements?"

"Yes, but that's only if you want to. I can handle things on my own if you don't."

"No, no, I'm not going to let you do this on your own. It would be only decent of me to help." I didn't give him a chance to speak. I picked up the phone book that I had already grabbed before, and called the local funeral home.

"We have an appointment at ten," I told him, and again he nodded.

"Okay then, I'm going to go back to my place, take a shower and change my clothes. Are you going to be okay if I leave?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Take a little nap if you'd like. You look really tired."

"No, I'll be fine, but thanks," he said as he smiled at me.

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yes. That's where my grandfather had his funeral," he told me as he gathered all of his things. "I'll see you in a couple of hours. Here's my number in case you need me," he added as he handed me a business card with his cell phone number on the back. I just nodded and then he left out the back door. I sat there for a while before I picked up the mess that was on the table from breakfast. When I was done, I returned to the couch and laid my head down, grabbing the letter that Jane had written. It was time to read it.

Dear Bella and Edward, I want to thank you both for being there for me both personally and professionally. Bella, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about the cancer, I just wanted you to concentrate on keeping thing at the restaurant going. I was diagnosed with breast cancer about two years ago. I was just too old to fight it anymore. I'm leaving the restaurant to you, Bella. Keep it going please. If it becomes too much to handle give it to someone who will keep it open. Edward, I'm leaving you all of my cars, I know you have always loved them. Now, as far as everything else goes, split the house and my money. If you keep the house, do what you wish with all of my stuff; I won't be offended. I think it would be nice if the two of you shared the house, you both could use a roommate. Take care kids, I'll be watching you. I love you both. Love Jane.

I sat the letter down and took a deep breath. Of course I was crying again, but I needed to stop before I met Edward at the funeral home. I got up and went to the bathroom washed my face. Making me feel so much better. At around nine fifteen, I decide to go to the store and get a pack of cigarettes, a soda, and a magazine. I sat in my car as I flipped through the pages of the magazine, had a smok, and then headed to the funeral home.

As I pulled up, I saw Edward standing in front of a shiny sliver car. I really liked it. It suited him. He was dressed more causal, wearing a pair of khakis and a long sleeved gray shirt. He looked so good. As I walked up to him, I wondered if he was single, and if so, why. If he was, I knew he was either a total jerk, woman beater, or a workaholic and didn't have time for a girlfriend.

"Hey," I said as I approached him.

"Hi. Are you ready to do this?" He asked smiling at me. I just gave him a sarcastic smile and we walked up to the building.

The meeting wasn't too long, which was a good thing. We just had to pick out everything we needed. After we left the funeral home, he had asked me to follow him to Jane's house to pick out the outfit she would be buried in. That creeped me out a little bit. I had never been to her house, but when I pulled up my jaw dropped. Jane had parties at her house, but I never went. I guess I always had, or found something else to do on those days. The house seemed so big for just one person. When I walked in, I could see the living room to the left and the kitchen beyond that, and over to the right there was a hallway with several closed doors. The whole house was so beautiful. Edward showed me around and there ended up being three bedrooms, and a basement that was bigger than my apartment. Outside, there was an amazing deck with an in ground pool and a jacuzzi.

"Wow, this place is amazing," I said to him.

"I know, I fell in love with it the very first time I saw it," he told me, opening the door for me to walk back inside. "I plan to move in here; do you?" He asked as a big smile appeared on his face.

"I don't know. What makes you think that we could live together?"

"I'm willing to give it a try. If all else fails we can just sell it."

"I read the letter that Jane wrote. Why do you think she wants us to be roommates?"

"I think it's her last gift to us. She's been trying to get me to ask you out for a while now, but I'm not one to do the whole set up thing. I think this was her way of doing it," he said as we both laughed. Neither one of us talked about it again that day. We found her something nice to wear from her huge closet that was filled with clothes.

I made it back to the restaurant a little late and everyone I worked with was already there. I unlocked the door and they all sat down in the dining room waiting for me to say something.

"Okay, thanks for coming in," I said, trying to remain composed. "When I came in this morning, I found out that Jane passed away last night." I paused and looked at every one's face; they all had the same looks that as I did when Edward told me. "The hours this week are going to be pretty screwy. Today, tomorrow, and Wednesday, we will only open for supper. Thursday and Friday we will going to be closed all day, and then we will return to our normal schedule on Saturday."

I pulled a piece of paper from behind the counter so we could decide who was working when. It didn't take too long, which impressed me. The ones that were staying to work stayed, and everyone else went home. All in all, the day ran smoothly. Edward came in for dinner, which that was a nice surprise. I felt really calm around him and I liked that. I had to laugh when he asked me for my number. He said it was just in case he needed to get a hold of me, but I was hoping he would use it just because. I got home about eleven that night. It had been such a long day, that I just fell back on my bed, fully dressed, and crashed. I didn't set my alarm, because I didn't want to wake up until I was ready.

At about eight o'clock the next morning, I woke up to a buzzing noise. It was driving me crazy. That was when I found my cell phone going off. I picked it up off the ground to see who had called, smiling when I discovered it was Edward. I sat straight up, put my hair in pony tail, and listened to my voice mail. He didn't say much, which didn't really surprise me any. I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I waited a little while to call him back, taking my time to shower and eat breakfast. It was about an hour later when I finally returned his call. I wandered out on my little balcony to smoke while we talked.

"Hello?" I heard his sexy voice say.

"Hey, what's up? You called?" I asked him trying to be nonchalant.

"I was just wondering if you needed any help moving your stuff in?"

"Umm...I don't know if I'm going to move in; it's all a little creepy," I told him hoping he would say more. Of course, I wanted to live there. It would be the best house that I have ever lived in, but I wanted to make sure that he was totally okay with me living there first.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry, I just thought that the way we were talking, you wanted to. I'm just want you to know that it's cool with me if you do."

"Well, let me think about it for today. Even if I decide to move, I'd still need to tell my landlord and do all that fun stuff. Are you going to come to the restaurant tonight for dinner?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about, if you don't find that too creepy," he said with a teasing chuckle.

"Okay, cool, I'll let you know tonight then. Do you have a truck or something to help me haul my things? 'Cause if you don't I can just switch vehicles with my brother."

"No, you don't have to do that. I have a truck."

"Okay, I'll talk to you later then?"

"Yeah, I'll see you tonight. Bye," he said.

"Bye," I responded and hung up the phone. I knew I wanted to do it, but I had to talk to my best friend Alice first. She always knew what to do.

Hope you all are enjoying this. It is so much better than the original! This story is completed and I will posting as I get them done! Chapter two should be up in a little while!