Edward told me that Alice was coming to visit for the holidays since she's been out to Italy studying design. I wanted to see her so bad but I couldn't go pick her up at the airport with the Cullen's like I would've wanted to, but I had to work and I just couldn't take the day off. With the boss I have I would probably get fired. I would go tomorrow though; I really wanted to see her. I had missed her so much. The day was so long, but it finally ended. I went home more exhausted than ever. I was thinking of what to get my parents and the Cullen's for Christmas when my phone ringed. My heart fluttered when I saw the caller ID.

"Hello Edward," I answered happily.

"Hey Ang, I'm going to sound like a total moron, but you really got to help me out," he said in one fluid sentence, so quick I almost didn't understand.

"Okay, tell me," I said smiling at myself. I wonder what he needs, he's always so sweet.

"You know how Alice came home today?" he asked in one breath.

"Yes," I said chuckling at how adorable he sounded talking like that.

"Well she didn't come alone; she brought her friend with her,"

"Oh really, who?" I was already excited to meet this new person.

"Her name is Bella, and she's amazingly beautiful" he whispered embarrassed. I felt as if something had hit me right on the chest.

"And d-do you, yo-you know, l-like her?" I stuttered. But I couldn't be egotistical.

"Very much so," I close my eyes taking a deep breath.

"Then go for it," I answered no longer stuttering.

"Isn't it a little too fast though?" he asked unsure.

"Yes, of course it is Edward. I merely meant, get to know her better, get her to know you better."

"I feel like I've known her forever," he whispered. I gulped.

"But maybe she doesn't, and in that case you have to let her know. Not that you like her, because that would probably scare her away. Let her know you can be a good friend; let her know she can count on you as much as she can count on Alice. That's what every girl wants Edward, a guy they can count on, a guy that won't launch themselves at her if she's pretty. A guy that will call them beautiful instead of hot, a guy that would take her to his friends and say that's her with a goofy grin on his face. A guy that instead of touching her butt would touch her cheeks and tell her how beautiful she looks when she blushes…." My voice cracked at the last word, and I hadn't realized I was crying.

"Wow, Ang. Thanks, you're the best friend ever, thank you for telling me all this." He said honestly. I almost couldn't speak.

"That's what friends are for Edward, to help each other." I said slowly but my voice cracked twice.

"Ang, are you okay?" Edward asked with a concerned voice.

"Yeah, don't worry about me; I'm –umm-cutting onions. I just got back from work and I was hungry so…" I trailed off. I was a horrible liar.

"Are you sure? Would you like me to take you some food so you don't have to cook, you sound tired." I felt another tear run down my face. He was so caring.

"No, I'll be fine. Go talk to Bella, get some bonus points, and be friendly." I said trying to sound happy.

"Oh, yeah. Bella. I'll let you go now so you can cook peacefully. Thanks for this Ang, thanks for everything."

"You're very welcome," Was it possible for my voice to crack four times just by saying three words?

"I'll talk to you soon, bye." He said, waited for my answer but I took too long and he hung up.

"Bye" I said to the dead phone in my hands.

***

I cried myself to sleep that night, thinking about Edward and this new girl he'd met. Bella was her name; it was a very pretty name. She must be really pretty; Edward said she was beautiful, so she must be. I had known Edward since we were in diapers, we have always been good friends, best friends actually. We understood each other; he was always here for me in the bad and good times, same for me to him.

His family was like the family I had lost many years ago, in that plane accident. My mom, dad, and brother had died in that one horrible plane crash when I was only eight years old. I was left to the care of my aunt, who was very sweet and caring, but she was old, and she soon died as well. I was 15 years old when she died, only two years ago. I didn't want to go with anyone else since then, afraid I might loose them as well. I got a place of my own, a small apartment. It was perfect for me, but all through that, he had been with me, all the time. Never letting go, always taking me to school and bringing me back, until I decided it was time for me to get a car. It wasn't that I didn't want him to take me to school; it was just that the more time I spent around hi, the more I got into him. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, so I tried my best to take him out my head. But I couldn't.

I didn't think it would be much of a problem, since he didn't seem to like any girls in a different way than friendship. I never had the courage to tell him my true feelings. There was even a time where we almost kissed, but it had been a masquerade party and he didn't know who I was, even then he didn't kiss me. Knowing that he didn't 'know me' and he wouldn't kiss a girl he didn't know. And I fell even more into him, he was just perfect, he wasn't one of those guys who would run around making out with any girl; because he was waiting for his special girl, and it wasn't me.

He made me laugh all the time, and when I was with him everything else suddenly seemed to disappear. He's the only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star. She better hold him tight, give him all her love, look in those beautiful green eyes and know she's lucky to have him. (I got this from the song 'Teardrops on my guitar' by Taylor Swift)

Thinking about him hurt me now, just to think of him making her laugh and then kissing her sweetly. I turned to see my clock. 5:26 in the morning. I had woken up like around five then. I didn't know if I was ready to face him now, what if I can't even talk? He'll know something's wrong if I don't show up today though, he just knows me too well. Thank God I still had to go to work.

The day went by slowly, and every single minute was hurtful. I went to the nearest table to take their order. As I walked a new song started playing in the background.

Notice me, take my hand

Why are we strangers when

Our love is strong

Why carry on without me

I got so caught in the song that I didn't see where I was walking and I bumped into someone.

Every time I try to fly, I fall

"I'm so sorry!" I told the lady I bumped into.

Without my wings, I feel so small

I guess I need you, baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, its haunting me

I guess I need you, baby

I make believe that you are here

It's the only way I see clear

What have I done?

You seem to move on easy

I wasn't in any state to work right now, but I couldn't go home. I had even forgotten to attend the table I was walking to.

And every time I try to fly, I fall

Without my wings, I feel so small

I guess I need you, baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, you're haunting me

I guess I need you, baby

I may have made it rain

Please forgive me

My weakness caused you pain

And this song's my sorry

At night I pray

That soon your face will fade away

And every time I try to fly, I fall

Without my wings, I feel so small

I guess I need you, baby

And every time I see you in my dreams

I see your face, you're haunting me

I guess I need you, baby

"Angela, are you alright? Maybe you ought to take off and rest," I turn around to see my boss looking at me concerned. I felt my cheeks wet and when I touched them, they were. I had been crying, and I didn't even mean to. So I simply nodded to him. I should probably take a break and prepare myself to face both of them. The song had ended, but how much did it affect me? Oh God, I better head home.

I got in my car and headed home. My sight blurred and I got worried of driving like that, so I stopped and parked my Nissan right out the road.

*(OMG. POOR ANGELA. I hope you guy like this new idea I got, as far as im aware, I haven't read any story were angela is edward's bff and she loves him….Isnt it sad? Well…REVIEW PLZ! If I get 10 reviews soon I will continue because I want to know how many ppl like the idea. If its unsuccessful. Well I guess it was fun while it lasted. Thnxs for reading!

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~Sparkles107