A/N Everyone be shocked, I'm writing a Twilight fanfic after promising myself I wouldn't. The only way I can think to justify it would be to say that it is AH…and I was running out of AH ones to read…so I'm writing my own.

I'm really nervous about posting this, so please review and tell me what you think…

This story is titled after the song I Hear A Symphony by The Supremes, if you don't know it, go listen to it on youtube or something…

Song for this chapter: Beautiful Distaster by Jon McLaughlin ditto about the youtube thing from above…

To Mary: I'm giving you credit for naming this story. Just remember it is not sweet victory, your reasoning just beat mine…lol…here's to 2310 messages on Facebook, and still going…

Disclaimer I don't own anything recognizable in here, it all belongs to Stephenie Meyer

I Hear A Symphony

Chapter 1

I sighed as I sat down and logged on to the computer. I was working again. I'd already worked a couple of hours this afternoon, but now I was back in the Music Library working the last two hours before I closed it up for the day. I don't really mind working, it's a nice way to keep up on my homework, but I really just wanted to go back to my room and sleep. I hadn't been able to get to sleep last night, I think the last time I looked at my clock it was 4:45 in the morning. Then I was up again for my 9 o'clock French class.

I really don't like French. I took Spanish in high school for 4 years. Do you know what is nice about Spanish? Everything is pronounced how it looks. It's not that way in French, and it is sending me on a one way trip to the loony bin.

Heh, just kidding, but it does annoy me to no end.

I attend a small private university in my home state of Washington. I really love it here. It is the perfect campus for someone like me who grew up in a small town and went to a small school. I'm majoring in History and Literature. I know it is kind of a weird combination, but I love both of the subjects very much. I'm a freshman and have been here about a month and a half.

Since then I have fallen into a routine. I go the same way for classes everyday, sit in the same seat, go to the same toilet, use the same shower, study in the same spots, stuff like that. Some people say that that is a bad thing to be so set in your ways, but I see it as a comfort I am doing the same thing all the time it eliminates anxiety, and I really don't deal well with anxiety. Or bridges, but that is another story.

Before I could think about my extreme fear of bridges, the door opened, causing me to jump slightly, and he walked in.

He is the most gorgeous guy that I have ever seen. He was tall, had a head of hair that caused me to sit on my hands so that I can resist the urge to run my hands through it, beautiful eyes, and…well in general he is just perfect. Whenever he comes in here, which fortunately for me, is a lot, my stomach does little flops, and it takes all of my brain power to form coherent sentences and not look like an idiot.

But as much as I think he is gorgeous, perfect, and beautiful, there is no reason for me to even begin to fantasize about him, because there is no way that he would even look at me that way. While he is gorgeous, I'm plain, he probably has lots of friends, I only have one really close friend back home. He probably enjoys hanging out with people, while I prefer to be by myself and read books and keep up on my homework. He has everything going for him, while I am barely able to pay to be here.

See? There is no way he could ever be interested in me. Even though every time I see him, I can't help but wish that, by some miracle he would burst into the room one day, and say, "Bella, you are beautiful, and I am in love with you! Come with me and we will live happily ever after!"

But that is about as likely as me following a rabbit down a hole and meeting the Mad Hatter, Cheshire Cat, and the Queen of Hearts.

And we all know that isn't likely.

Anyway, he told me what he wanted, a CD of songs by Fauré. I smiled. I loved him. I got out my favorite CD of his and checked it out to him. I finally remembered to look at his name. Edward Cullen.

I barely contained my sigh. What a perfect name for him.

All the time that he was in there, I spent most of my time dreaming about him, all the things that I wanted him to say, things I wanted him to do….

Oh, crap!

I have to close up now…that means I have to go tell him he has to leave…

I took a deep breath and walked over there.

"Um, excuse me, but we will be closing in ten minutes," I managed to get out.

He took off his earphones, "I'm sorry?" he smiled apologetically to me.

Oh. He didn't hear me. Damn.

"We're closing in ten," I said, sounding pathetically meek.

"Oh, ok. Yeah, just let me clean up my stuff," he said, acting flustered for some reason.

"Take your time," I smiled at him, he's just so cute.

By the time that I had gotten everything else ready to close, he was waiting up at the desk. I smiled and took the earphones and CD from him. I grazed his hand in the process and could have sworn I felt an electric current going between us. I'm not sure if he felt it too, but he gave me a look of confusion before smiling, saying "See you later," and walking out the door. Of course the confusion could have been because of the small gasp that escaped my mouth when we touched.

Oh man, I really hope he does see me later.

The night supervisor came in to lock up, so I finished checking in the stuff Edward had just given me, and got my stuff ready to go. I clocked out and walked back to my room in a partial daze, thinking about Edward:the perfection of his body, to the way he talked, to the way he smiled…I was smitten.

I finally got back to my room and was glad to see that my roommate was gone. I mean I liked Kaitlin and everything, but she really annoyed me. She does all those things that everyone complains about when they complain about their roommate. She's messy, she talks to much, has too many people over, and she lays on my bed when I am not there…that really annoys me. So I try to avoid the room as much as possible.

But now, it was 9:30, and I was ready to sleep. I hurriedly went to take a shower, not shaving my legs because I knew that it wasn't worth the hassle, and went to bed.

That night, I was finally able to put a name to the man of my dreams: Edward Cullen.

A/N so what did you guys think??? Good? Bad? Worth continuing? Please let me know!