Prologue
She could sing, write her own music and play the guitar. She had long beautiful brown hair that tumbled down in soft curls. Her eyes were a deep pool of chocolate brown, full lips, a heart shaped face, pale, slim, natural blush, 5'4". She was the picture of perfection. The only problem; she hated me.
She's my sister's best friend, my best friend's wife's sister. She hated me and I didn't know why.
I went to the small café where she worked everyday just wanting to hear her sing again and again. She was beautiful. An angel. My sister doesn't want me to be alone and intends to see that her best friend and I get together. And I have no issue with that at all. My name is Edward Cullen. I'm 25, tall, bronze-coloured hair, green eyes, pale, a doctor and I am completely and irreversibly in love with Isabella Swan.
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I see him sitting in the massive library in the Cullen household. His reading glasses on as he read a classic, Wuthering Heights. I love that book. He looks gorgeous, reading the book so intently that he actually looks like he is enjoying it. I'm not fooled. I know he hates that book as much as Alice hates my lack of fashion. I've known Edward since I was 17. Of course, I was always invinsible in high school, only Alice noticed me but that was because of my sister, Rosalie. Edward didn't notice me then, even though I was his sister's best friend. Edward's only a year older than me and I really have no reason to ignore him, make him believe I hate him. Because I don't hate him, in fact, I love him. Yes, I plain Jane Isabella Swan was in love with the gorgeous brother of my best friend, Edward Cullen. Maybe that's why I act like I hate him, because I know he will never want to be with someone as clumsy, plain and boring as me.