Summer camp was the worst way to spend the summer leading to my senior year. My two best friends Jessica and Angela had convinced me to work here with them. Worst decision of my life! They got to be counselors together for a bunk of twelve year old girls. I, on the other hand, had to be a friggin' waitress!

"Can I have eggs?"

"I want more orange juice!"

"Can you bring some more toast to our table?"

Basically, that is what I heard all day, everyday. I'm under constant orders. Of course I was dropping everything (but that was just klutzy old me). The kids were going crazy and the counselors weren't even calming them down! I was stuck with two boy bunks, they were around seven or eight. The youngest campers in the camp, the most annoying and the hungriest. Lucky me!

"Excuse me?" One of the counselors said to me from my second table. "Could you bring me some coffee?"

I nodded without looking at him. I absolutely hated him! Yeah I know, 'Don't judge a book by its cover'. Or not really his cover because I didn't even look at him yet, but whatever. He was still obnoxious! He wouldn't control his whiny campers! I hurried to the kitchen and prepared a small cup of coffee to bring back.

"Here's your coffee," I said and as I handed it to him. (I looked.)

His skin was pale like no one I'd ever seen before. He had bronze hair that was all over the place. Just as if he'd woken up, which was probably true, due to the fact that it was only seven thirty in the morning. He was stunning.

I dropped the coffee. Oops!

Luckily, he pushed his chair back before the hot liquid spilled all over his lap. "What's wrong with you?"

"Sorry," I muttered as I knelt to the floor to clean up the mess.

When the floor was clean, I ran back to the kitchen, completely mortified. I was going to hide there for the rest of breakfast, but I still had two tables to wait. I tried my best to avoid the second table and concentrate mostly on bunk B4. The campers were pretty well behaved and the counselors seemed really nice. Their names were Jacob and Sam. Jacob seemed to take a sudden liking to me. Which I was okay with, because at least he didn't scream at me and think that I'm a complete moron, no matter how many times I spill things.

After breakfast I cleared off my tables and went to the mail room. I wanted to make sure that whoever was in charge, would know who I was and could bring whatever packages my parents sent, straight to me.

A large, muscular guy with dark, curly hair was there. He had a large grin on his face that was so friendly that nobody could possibly dislike him.

"Hello," he said in a booming voice. I could tell he was trying to sound professional. "What can I help you with?"

I didn't say anything. Instead, I just stared at him. He wasn't beautiful like the counselor of Bunk B3. This guy was just plain good looking! What is with this camp and their good looking male specimens?

"I'm Emmett," he said.

"Bella." was my genius reply.

"So what can I do for you, Bella? There's no mail today. I mean, it's only the first day of camp." He winked at me.

"Oh, I know." I continued, "It's just that I wanted you to know me... because I'm expecting a lot of mail... and you should know who... I... am..." I finished lamely. He probably thinks I'm special or something.

I was slowly nodding, replaying my words in my head. That wasn't confusing, right? I mean, it was a real sentence... I think.

"Ah, well I'm the mailman!" He grinned as he said it. Kind of like a child showing off his Christmas presents. "I got a red, toy fire truck," but instead, "I'm the mailman!"

"I see."

A beautiful blonde girl stalked into the room. She looked at me.

"Who are you?" she asked bluntly.

"Rosie! I made a friend!" Emmett said cheerfully as he slung his arm around 'Rosie'. "She's Bella!"

"Hi, Bella," she said quickly then turned back to Emmett. "I've got thirty thousand kids at the canteen right now. I don't know what to do! I have Edward helping but I can seriously use another pair of hands. Please??"

"Sure. Bye Bella." Just like that, the two of them were out of sight.

Lunchtime was unbearable! I brought peanut butter to B3's table and everybody freaked out.

"I love peanut butter!" one boy shouted.

Another boy that sat at the corner of the table near the beautiful counselor looked constipated and just stared at the bowl of peanut butter like it was a monster.

"Tommy is allergic to peanut butter," the beautiful counselor said. "Take it away from this table. Now!"

"Sorry, sorry," I picked up the small bowl and started back to the kitchen. On my way, I tripped and dropped the peanut butter on the other counselor of that bunk.

"I'm so sorry!" I hadn't been paying attention to this guy at all, but I sure wish I had. He was quite attractive though nothing like the other two boys. He was a tall blonde and had a "niceness" cloaking him.

Fortunately, he caught the bowl and it didn't spill or anything.

Wow, these boys have great reflexes. I thought.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized again, half expecting him to scream at me like the other one.

"It's okay," he laughed. "I'm really sorry about my brother; he's been like this since he came to camp. He doesn't like it very much."

"They why did he even come?" I grumbled to myself.

"Excuse me?" He had a knowing smirk on his face.

"Er- Um. Brother?"

"Yeah, Edward is my baby brother," he smiled. "I'm Jasper by the way."

So the beautiful boy was named Edward. That name suited him. Edward. Too bad he was a jack ass.

I smiled. "Oh, well I need to go." I rushed to bunk G7; Jessica and Angela's bunk.

"Hey, Bells!" Jess said. She was reading a Cosmo. Why did she bring that here? Little kids shouldn't see that! I thought horrifically.

I ignored it for now.

"Guys, I hate it here! I'm the worst waitress on the face of the planet! I already dropped two things and made such a fool of myself!"

"You're over-reacting," Angela told me.

"No, no I'm not!" I glared, "One of the counselors already hates me!"

"Whatever," they said in unison.

No help!

I shuffled to the kitchen and hid there for the rest of lunch. Another waitress, who actually was rooming with me, named Alice tried to comfort me and even did my job.

She came into the kitchen in the middle of lunch while I was still hiding.

"Bella," she started. "Edward said he doesn't want me to do your job for you. He said you should do it. And the other table really wants you back."

"Edward didn't say that," I mumbled.

"Okay, fine! You caught me. He didn't say that, but Jasper did. And the kids are all saying 'Hey what happened to the other girl?'"

Great, I'm known as the Other Girl. I sighed. At least it's better than the Klutzy Girl.

"I don't want to."

The rest of the first three days were just like that. I wouldn't do my job and Alice would. I felt bad but she didn't seem to mind.

On the fourth day, Victoria, the head waitress, found out and got angry. She threatened to send me home if I didn't do my job. I was so close to taking her offer, but Alice convinced me not to.

When I went back to waitress-ing, nothing got better. The one bright side was that I hadn't spilled too many things; only a bowl of spaghetti and a water pitcher. Edward stopped screaming at me but he glared all the same and made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

I was sitting at the waitress table when Edward approached.

He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, "My brother would like you to meet him in the mailroom."

I turned around and his face was right there. Only an inch from mine. He forest green eyes were all I could focus on. My heart started beating like a drum. I was sure Edward could hear it.

"Jasper?" My voice barely made a sound.

"No. Emmett." He said it like it was obvious. I guess it would have been if I'd known they were brothers.

"Oh."

"Meet him in five minutes. He said he has a present for you."

I smiled. That meant I had mail, right?

"He's dating Rosalie." Edward said bluntly then left.

I went to the mailroom, trying to forget about what Edward said. Did he think I liked Emmett in that way? Of course I didn't! I barely knew Emmett.

"Belly Dancer!" Emmett screamed when I came in. "You got your first package!"

"Edward and Jasper are your brothers?" I asked instantly, forgetting the Belly Dancer comment...

"Yeah. How do you know them?"

"I'm their waitress." I said.

He had a jaw-dropping reaction. Seriously, his jaw just dropped like it would in a cartoon. "You're Isabella? The waitress??"

I nodded. "Why? What did they say about me?"

"Nothing."

"Well obviously they said something or you wouldn't know who I am." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Jasper said you were nice." He mumbled, handing me a cardboard box.

"And Edward? What did he say?" I squinted my, daring him.

"Why does it matter?" He asked. He was putting mail away and was trying not to look guilty.

"I just wanna know."

He kind of blew up. "He didn't say anything!"

I would have kept the battle going but decided against it, knowing I'd lose. I turned around and was about to leave until Emmett said something that made me freeze.

"You have a thing for Edward!"

"No, I don't!" I said as I turned around.

He put a hand to his mouth. Making a fake gasping sound. "You do!"

"Nu uh! I don't even know him!"

"That never stopped anyone before! Ooooh! It's like role reversal!" His eyes were bulging out of his head with the new found idea. " You're the Poor Stable Boy and Eddie's the spoiled Princess." Emmett switched to a voice you hear on those movie previews. "Two characters from different worlds. Destined to be together. If only The Princess Eddie's big headed-ness didn't stand in the way. They'd be together forever!" He ended the last sentence with clenching his left fist and tucking it by his chest, while looking up into "The Great Beyond".

I just stared blankly. Although Edward did seem like a spoiled princess...

"Rosalie!!!" Emmett boomed.

Rosalie's head popped through the doorway, "What, Babe?"

"Bella likes Eddie, right?"

"You just found out?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"But I don't!" I shouted and ran out of the room. Now they'd think I did but I knew I didn't. Well at least until Princess Eddie stops being a brat...