A/N: This is going to be a simple story with Edward and Bella falling in love. I needed something to do over the summer, and writing sounded like a good choice. This story will switch POV's from Edward to Bella. Since I have no schooling I'll have alot of time to work on this. Hopefully I'll stick with this story and continue on with it. Read and review! I need to know if I should continue on with it.

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~ Your darlin'.

I don't own Twilight. I'm just playin' with the characters.


EPOV:

What in the hell is that noise?

I rubbed my eyes and threw the covers off of me. I stumbled over to the window, still in a sleepy state, and looked outside. I pulled open the blinds and squinted as the sunlight hit my eyes.

The loud racket that was giving myself a horrible headache came from an old beaten down Chevy truck. It had a dark orange shade to it and you could tell it's been through a lot of damage in the past. With all the noises coming from it I was surprised it was still alive.

I rubbed my temples.

God, just turn it off already!

As if I waved a magic wand the noise stopped and the truck settled down on the driveway. I was a bit shocked to see a young girl step out of it. Not what I was expecting at all. I watched as she stepped in front her truck and put a hand over her eyes to get a better look at the house. Her thick dark brown hair caught my attention as it waved behind her from the wind. I scooted closer to the window to try and get a better look at her, but she was too far away.

"Edward, dear! Come get some breakfast!" I eventually pulled myself away from the window to change into some decent clothes and to use the bathroom. After finishing I headed downstairs to the kitchen to see my mom doing exactly what I was just minutes earlier. She was peaking through the curtain of the window towards the house where the girl was.

"Mom?" I asked. She jumped and turned to me. "Being nosy are we?" She laughed nervously and sat down a plate full of eggs, bacon, and hash browns in front of me.

"I just noticed that the house next to us was sold, that's all. I was just curious to see who our new neighbors were going to be." She went back to cooking while I began eating. My father, Carlisle, came in and hugged mom from behind before joining me at the table.

"It smells delicious, Esme, as usual." Carlisle smiled at her. I watched as their eyes locked together. They were traveling in their own little world. I longed for a relationship like theirs. It was a never dying thing. They've been together for nearly 20 years, and they still act like love-struck teenagers.

"You know, Edward, you should go over there and say hello to our new neighbors. I saw a girl who looked around your age. She looked pretty too." I rolled my eyes. Mom has been like this since I hit 15 years old. She's always trying to 'hook me up' with girls I've never even met. She sat down in front of me catching my annoyed look.

"Fine then. We'll just head over there together. I'll bring them some of our left over cookies from yesterday. I know how tiring it is to move." I mumbled an okay and went to the sink to wash my plate off.

I couldn't help myself, honest, but I just had to look out the window. I don't know why I felt so disappointed to see the brown headed girl not there. I frowned at myself.

"Come on, honey! Let's go deliver these goodies." I followed her out the door and noticed a police car had joined in on the neighbor's driveway as well. We walked towards their house and noticed a man huffing as he tried to carry a large box up the steps on their porch.

"Need some help?" I asked as I jogged over to him.

"Sure thing, kid. Just grab the other end for me there." I grabbed on to the other end and lifted. It was a lot heavier then I thought. We hefted the heavy box through the door and sat it down in the middle of the hallway adding on to the messy pile.

"The name's Charlie." He held out his hand and I shook it feeling his fierce grip. He may look old, but he sure had some muscle to him.

"Edward."

"Hello!" Mom greeted as she finally reached the porch. "I'm Esme Cullen, Edwards mother. I thought you guys would like some of my home baked cookies." She handed over the plate of cookies with a bright smile on her face. I could tell Charlie was taking a liking to her already. Charlie thanked us then we followed him down a hallway that led into the kitchen. They made small talk as we entered through the doorway.

Then I saw her. The girl with the run down truck. She was on the tips of her toes, putting away plates into a cabinet that was almost to high for her to reach. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun with strands splayed out across her face. She was wearing a simple pink tank top with a pair of gray sweat pants. The tank top would ride up a little past her waist every time she'd put a plate away, reveling just a bit of skin above her sweats that I just couldn't keep my eyes off of.

"Bella, this is Edward and Esme." Charlie introduced us. Bella stopped what she was doing and turned around. I felt my tongue swell up as I could finally get a good look at her. Bella…even her name was beautiful. I watched as she swept a piece of hair out of face and pushed it behind her ear.

"Hello." I smiled. She was shy. The blush that crept up to her cheeks made my heart thud loudly in my chest. Her eyes looked up towards me then hurriedly looked away. She had the most gorgeous brown eyes I've ever seen.

"They live next door to us. They made us some cookies." She looked up at us and smiled, showing a bit of her teeth.

"So, Bella, how old are you?" I saw my mom's eye twinkle as she asked this. I mentally groaned and wanted to slap my forehead.

"Oh, I'm 16, but my birthday is coming next month." Mom turned around and winked at me. She and my sister, Alice, were so much alike. Thank God both of them weren't here.

"Edward just turned 17 a couple of weeks ago. I bet he'd show you around town if you'd like." Bella looked at me and I felt my ears heat up. Thanks, Mom, thanks.

"That sounds fun." Bella smiled at me and I smiled back. Charlie cleared his throat making Bella blush once again and turn away to finish unpacking the boxes in the kitchen.

"What was in that box that we carried in anyways, Charlie?" I was curious. It wasn't even that big of a box yet it weighed a ton.

"Those were just a bunch of Bella's books." He laughed. "She reads all the time. It's hard to count how many she actually has." Bella ducked her head trying to avoid Charlie's hand that was rumpling her hair.

"Sorry I have to leave, but I need to head to work soon. If you'd like, Edward can stay and help you with unpacking. Right, Edward?"

"Of course." Bella looked at me and I smiled in her direction.

"That sounds nice. We could sure use his help." Charlie agreed.

******

"What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" Bella asked. We were sitting at her kitchen table eating some of the cookies we brought over. I helped Charlie bring in the rest of the unpacked boxes into the house then we came inside to rest. Charlie said he needed to head off to the police station and get things settled in there, leaving Bella and I alone in the house.

"Hmm, I love playing the piano. I've been doing that for as long as I can remember." I took a bite of my cookie and watched Bella across from me. We've been sitting around for about an hour just asking each other random questions. I've learned that her real name is Isabella. Isabella Swan. And of course, she loved to read. Wuthering Heights being one of her favorite books.

"Maybe you can play for me some time?" She asked. "I mean, I'd like to listen…to see, you know?" She stuttered. I chuckled and smirked down at her. She nibbled on the end of her cookie trying to act as if she didn't notice how flustered she was.

"I couldn't help but notice your truck out there this morning. How long have you had that thing?"

"That thing? That thing happens to be a very good vehicle. Very good." I just laughed as she glared at me.

"Bella, that's a monster! It was so loud that it woke me up this morning." She kicked my foot underneath the table.

"It's not a monster." I chuckled at her. She was cute when she tried to act all serious. "Take it back, Edward." She ordered. I leaned in closer to her and looked her straight in her eyes.

"Make me." I said in a husky voice. Her eyes widened and she leaned back. I held back a laugh that threatened to escape. Her eyes tightened up as she noticed. She stood back up and fixed her shirt.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Maybe I'll see you soon." I stood up as well and stepped in front of her. I took her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her skin on my fingertips.

"There's no doubt that you will." I lightly pressed my fingers into the skin of her wrist before letting go. I walked out the kitchen and stepped out the front door on to the porch. Once I got home I sat on my bed thinking.

How is it that I could feel so attached to a girl in simply three hours? I have never felt anything like this before. There was something inside me that wanted to stay with Bella forever and just listen to her sweet voice, to hold onto her hand forever, to make her cheeks redden in that sweet blush.

It was only around 2 p.m. I knew the rest of my day was going to be long and boring. I lied back on my bed and turned my head towards my window. The heat in the house began to bother me. I stood up and walked over to the window, lifting it up to let the cool air come in. I looked outside towards Bella's house just across the fence.

That's when I noticed Bella inside the bedroom just across from mine. I watched as she moved around putting clothes inside her drawers. There was a tree just outside her window. The tree had grown into a way that would be easy for someone to climb up it and sneak into her room. I shook the thoughts out of my head.

It was a bit too soon for that.


A/N: There's the first chapter.

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