Summary

Edward Cullen was regular collage student, who would have much rather been playing the piano then pursuing his medical degree to appease his father. What happens when his roommate/ best friend's parents die in a car accident and his little sister goes to live with her brother, Emmett for her first few years of university. What will Edward think of this teenage girl?

Its short right now but the chaps will get longer. This story is way more serious then my other story. Just because I feel more connected to it.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. It all belongs to Mormon goddess of sexual frustration and fade out sex scenes Stephenie Meyer. I do however defile and exploit her characters for my own sick enjoyment.

All grammar issues are mine and mine alone because I'm an idiot.

All spelling issues are my spell checks fault....okay those are my mistakes too.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Shut the fuck up!

Wow, I had not idea I could be that verbal at 6:30 in the morning.

Once I had succeeded in turning off my alarm clock by carefully chucking it at the wall most likely breaking it, I rolled out of bed.

No I really rolled out, and fell flat on the floor but not before hitting my head on the night stand leg by my bed.

That is the last time I let Esme decorate my room. It's a hazard.

Even thought the bump hurt I was sure it was not going to bruise. But it sure as hell added to the pain being inflected upon me by my morning wood. Which was surprising because I hadn't had an erection in a while due to the fact that I just hadn't even looked at woman…ever really. I wasn't a virgin but I wasn't the type to go around and look for a booty call.

Once I pulled myself off of the ground being very cautious not to bump my head again. I hoped into the shower and washed as quickly as I could. Although I had wanted to take a fast shower I ended up just standing there under the soothing water until it started to run cold.

By the time I had finished showering brushed my teeth (A/N In a towel… YUM!!) and shaved it was 7:15. Holy fuck what am I a girl.

I put on a pair of simple black slacks. I went to put on a dark blue button up shirt but took the time to look at the tattoo running along my side. Although I had never planed on getting a tattoo I had to say it looked pretty damn good and even made my muscles more defined…not that I needed it.

It was a result of underage drinking with Emmett and Jasper.

Emmett had got us into the club because he was already 21. With me and Jasper riding his coattails at 20 years of age.

I ran a hand through my hair not even trying to tame it.

'Cause it would always look good in a messy disheveled sort of way.

The whole day went pretty fast what with sitting through traffic being 15 minutes late to class and dealing with Lauren all day everything went by in a big blur.

Before I knew it I was in my car driving away from the university heading for the nearest place that served any type of meal that didn't include kangaroo meat in their burgers or toes in there chili.

I found a little deli looking place that from the parking lot look very welcoming and family owned. When I walked in I wasn't surprised that it was exactly what I thought it would be. There were a few people sitting at the small café like tables scattered around the medium sized room. There was a lady that looked to be about 60 or 70 behind the counter that greeted me with a smile, when I approached her. Her smile was infectious and I couldn't help but smile back at her. I ordered my sandwich and a bottle of Pepsi and took a seat by the large window towards the front of the shop.

When I had finished I grabbed my garbage and disposed of it in the garbage bin near the door. I gave the old lady a small wave and a smile and in return got a genuine smile back.

I had one more class for the day and decided to use my tape recorder during the class because I knew that I would be to distracted to listen to any boring lecture the professor decided to give. I didn't really know what has me so out of wack all I knew was that I just had to many random unimportant things running through my head to concentrate.

I spent the entire class thinking about the pros and cons of finishing medical school. I knew it was a good job I knew that I would make good money and end up helping people, but it just wasn't what I was passionate for. I wanted to help people through my music. Although I constantly thought about dropping out of school to do what I loved I knew I would never do it. I cared to much about making my parents happy to be selfish. They had given me every thing and were putting me through school even though I knew they knew that I didn't want this.

I tried to push all those things out of my head and before I even knew how I was in my car driving back to me and Em's place.

A/N I am so much more cometed to this story than my other because i've had the idea running aroung in my head for a while and the other story I came up with on a wim.... Yeah I bacicly pulled that one out of my ass.

It's short because it's not long till Emmett's parents die and I want to make you squirm with anticipation. Yeah all three of you. Next chapter comes up soon enough. But I don't know if I'll continue posting if I'm just writing this for my own enjoyment.

~RJ~