You can be a sweet dream

Or a beautiful nightmare

Either way I

Don't want to wake up from you


Within time everything in your life unravels to bring you to your fate. At least that's what my mother always told me.

It's cold when I step out of NYU's journalism building, and I hug my jacket closer to my body to ward off the chill that the cold September air brings with it.

I'm not a special type of person in the least. My fate was of upmost unimportance to whatever supernatural being decided which path life would take me on. If I could plan my own fate, it would be like this: I would stumble down the street and catch the eye of the most handsome prince charming. We would be married within the hour and the sex would be amazing. Ummm yeah that's very unlikely to happen to me.

The streets are crowded as I make my way to the subway. I walk down the stairs and untie my scarf from around my neck with one hand as I use the other to scan the subway pass and go through the rotating gate.

I pick out a spot on the floor to wait for my train and begin looking around.

You never know what you'll expect to see while waiting for a subway. I've always felt like subways are awkward places. Why? Well, there's hundreds of people standing around you. So close that you feel their breath on the back of your neck, and pervy mens gazes as they look down your shirt. That's not the awkward part, even though I make sure to keep my scarf covering the goods. The awkward part is that nobody looks at any other person. Everyone stares straight at the brick wall across the subway track, completely mesmerized, like there's going to be a magical ball of light that Jesus is gonna walk out of. Yeah, I doubt it. This is New York people. I roll my eyes at myself and scoff for even thinking of this.

I'm the type of person that thinks of nothing and everything at the same time. I've decided that my brain is just random.

A screeching sound gets my attention and I look down to my right and see my train coming to a stop. Everyone starts moving around me, picking up their stuff, and I hold my messenger bag tighter to myself as I step onto the subway.

The subway is crowded as I step inside, and when I say crowded, I mean like hundreds of new Yorkers packed like sardines.

I scan the cab and find a spot in the back where it looks like I have enough room to hold on to one of the poles that stands in the center. I make my way over to it, squeezing in through the people, and put one hand on the cold metal rod.

There's another man there with his hand placed above mine on the pole. His back is turned to me, so I can't see his face, but he's wearing a sexy black leather jacket and his hair… Oh god his hair. This guy had to be hot. I decided already without having to see anything else. His hair is the most unique color of brown with a tinge of copper and bronze, and the only way I could label it is "sex hair". The sexy disarray is piled on top of his head in a way that makes me want to run my fingers through it and pull on the soft strands as he pounds into me.

I feel a blush creeping down my cheeks and I turn away just in case fuckhot guy saw me staring. I decide the best thing to do is just stare at the pole. Yeah, that would make me stop ogling fuckhot guy. Boy am I wrong. His fingers are long and pale and strong. I could tell he had a firm grip by the way he held on to the pole above my hand. If I moved my hand just a little bit higher, I would brush against his skin. No Bella, stop. Okay I'm behaving now.

The train begins to move and my grip tightens around the pole to balance myself. I hear a soft sigh next to me and look up. If I thought his back was sexy, I totally just soaked my panties. He angled his body to face me and leaned his head over his hand on the rail. That's it, I was caught staring. I had my mouth halfway open to blurt out a quick apology, but I noticed he wasn't even paying attention to me. He was completely focused on his iphone, typing quickly with his right hand. I decided I was safe and looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

He definitely had the sexy bad boy thing going on. His brows were furrowed and I could tell he was concentrating really hard on something important. His eyelashes were next, and they were so long. Beautifully long. They led downwards to the slope of his nose, and then to his full pursed lips.

I was so concentrated on him that I didn't notice the subway had come to an abrupt stop until I fell. On top of him. Everyone around me was screaming profanities, and trying to get up while picking up their bags and briefcases. This was apparently not a planned stop, and even though I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, I couldn't focus on that.

I was entranced by a pair of bright green eyes, almost emerald. His lips were moving but all I could feel was the way his arms were wrapped around me and the way his body felt under mine.

"I'm sorry, what?" I reply quickly when I realize he's talking to me.

"I said, are you okay?" His voice is husky and smooth as he raises a hand to brush some of the hair out of my face.

"Oh yes, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to fall on top of you."

His lips turned up into a smirk "Its fine, don't worry about it".

I realized after a moment that I was still lying on top of him on the floor, and I gave a small smile as I quickly got up.

He got up as well and started gathering our things from the floor. "Thanks" I say as he hands me my messenger bag.

My blush is back in full force, and I hope he doesn't notice. I turn my head away and look at the other people gathering their belongings.

His fingers touch the edge of my chin softly as he turns me to face him "Hey" he breathes. "I'm Edward by the way".

"Bella" I say shyly.

The panty soaking smirk is back "Beautiful" he says as his fingers leave my chin, and I start to realize I miss the contact.

I scoff and roll my eyes as I tug my shirt down and fix myself up, hoping that I look proper.

I look back up as he speaks again "Really beautiful. And so is that blush of yours" he winks.

I let out a small laugh "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?" I say cocking a brow.

He was about to reply when he suddenly got a petrified look on his face.

He grabbed my arm roughly "Get down!" he shouted as he pushed my body down to the floor.

He wrapped his arms around my body right when the first gunshot rung like an echo in the train and the peoples screams became deafening in my ears.

AN: I just got the idea for this story in my head, and really wanted to write it down. I hope you guys enjoy it, and please rate and review!

The most important thing for me is all your opinions, and I would love to know what you guys think.

For those of you who are wondering, I did begin a story a long long loooooong time ago, but never got farther than like 2 chapters I think. Im not gonna lie, I did totally abandon it because I just didn't know where I was going to go with it, and I had no set ideas for a plot at all.

I WONT BE DOING THAT TO THIS STORY! If I get enough reviews that people are enjoying it and would like me to continue, I will continue this story. I already have a lot of the plot planned out.

Fanfic recommendations: The Slowest Burn by TypoKween is one of my favorites! It has the best lemons ever, and a sexy badass Edward. Whoever hasn't read this story has to go read it right now!

Heres the link: .net/s/7076900/1/The_Slowest_Burn enjoy and please don't forget to review!