Disclaimer: All things Twilight are Stephanie Meyer's… I don't own the lyrics either.

AN: I tried my hand at 3rd person and a more drabble-like format. Thanks to DreamingPoet1988 for letting me abuse her beta skills, and for all her encouragement! Not sure how I feel about this story *shrugs* Hope you enjoy and thank you to everyone who donated!

You found me when no one else was lookin'
How did you know just where I would be?
Yeah, you broke through all of my confusion
The ups and the downs and you still didn't leave
I guess that you saw what nobody could see
You found me, you found me
You Found Me – Kelly Clarkson

First Sight

Edward walks towards the campus court yard after Advanced Chemistry lets out. The first day is always his favorite. Finally knowing what the semester will entail lets him get a head start. It's not that he tries to suck up or anything, just that he really enjoys learning and wants to get the most out of it that he can. Having just transferred from the University of Chicago he wanted to make sure he was on track with the current curriculum.

While looking for a table to sit at for the next hour Edward hears a slow tune float through the air. It was beautiful and he thought it would be wonderful background noise for reading his next class's textbook. Just when he found the perfect spot, under a large oak tree, a voice joined in with the music.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's alright

It was the most beautiful voice Edward had ever heard.

Intrigued, he turns to look for its owner. His breath catches in his throat as his eyes land on a lone figure, sitting cross-legged on a blanket off to the side of the court yard. His blonde hair is pulled back into a short pony tail and the sun shining from behind, casting a glow all around him.

It is sort of hard for Edward to see his face with the sun in his eyes, but he notices the pink cotton shirt that stretches tightly across his chest and arms. The man's khaki shorts ride up his thighs from his position on the ground and the guitar rests in his lap.

Edward plops down at the table behind him and watches the blonde for the entire hour between classes. He is completely mesmerized by every action of this man, the way his tongue peeks out between lyrics, his fingers that glide up and down the neck of the guitar, and the expressions that cross his face as he sings.

Before he realizes it, his watch beeps alerting him of his next class. Edward hurries off around the corner, turning for one last look before the blonde is out of his sight.