A/N Okay Hiya people! This is my first fan-fiction so be gentle, but I hope you like it anyways! Review!

Bella's POV

I glanced down quickly at the grocery list again. Milk, roast beef, Kleenex, napkins, and apples. I pinched it between my thumb and index finger before inserting it into my right front pocket.

Here I was, again, at the supermarket, running errands for my roommates and best friends, Rosalie and Alice. Surprisingly, as gorgeous and slim as they both were, they continually gorged. Every moment of every day. Always. Sometimes I'd wonder how all that food gets into their system without making them explode, or at least throw up.

"Hello and welcome to Vons, Ingredients for Life!" one of the employees exclaimed with a smile that seemed like more of a sneer. Her nametag read 'Jessica'.

"Hi," I mumbled back lamely. I snatched up a cart and wheeled it – all the while wincing and the obnoxious screeching it made – into the produce aisle, searching for apples.

I kept my head down as I hunted down the fruit, trying not to draw any attention. As soon as I found them, I hauled the sack into my cart and hurriedly pushed it away.

I started humming to myself as I searched for roast beef at the deli section. Turkey? No. Ham? Not on my nonexistent watch. Pork? Nay! I was looking for roast beef, and I would find it, all in due time. Honestly, the only reason I came here and not Alice or Rosalie was because they kind of scared me. Okay, they could really frighten me sometimes, even though we were better friends than anyone else we had ever met. I shuddered at the memory of when I refused one time. Alice got me back by pouring the leftover spoiled milk down my underwear, and in the morning, let's just say it was messy.

"But Mom!" An irritating voice whined loudly from the dairy section of the store. Unfortunately, the place where I was headed, of course. "I really want one of them!"

"Listen, Jonathan, you're not getting them! The final answer is NO." a woman, presumably his mother, answered sternly. A wail came from their direction, followed by spoiled sobs. I sighed, and scurried along, trying not to run.

The mother of the aggravating child smiled apologetically at me as I grabbed the milk in a dash to leave. I nodded and sprinted through the building as fast as one can go while holding a rusty chunk of contaminated metal.

Finally, I had everything I needed. I shoved the cart roughly up to the checkout line where I stood, bored, behind at least ten people. I let my eyes roam over the entire store without stopping, until they met a pair of shining green eyes accompanied by a messy ensemble of mussed bronze hair.

I stopped breathing. I blinked, and leaned to the right so I could fully see the boy with the unnaturally beautiful face.

He had a square jaw, full lips, which were arranged into a heartbreakingly perfect crooked grin, and fair white skin. His smile widened when he caught me staring back. I blushed and put my purchases onto the counter. Yet, despite my feeble attempts to ignore the amazing teenager, I could still feel his emerald gaze boring into my back.

I put twenty-five dollars on the counters, muttering "Keep the change," and then rushed, unbalanced as usual, out the door. To my horror, the moment I left the store, I saw the jade-eyed boy leaning casually against a Volvo right next to my beaten truck. I swallowed and sauntered, deciding suddenly to take my time, to my vehicle.

I ducked my head again and whisked myself past him. I loaded the groceries into the truck with super-speed, but before I had the chance to make a Super-Woman leap into my seat, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, spinning me to face whoever was behind me.

"Hello," a voice greeted.