Isabella Swan:

As I sat on my living room floor, painting my toenails, I began to wonder why I was at home on a Friday night instead of out having fun celebrating the weekend.

I guess it all started when my friends Alice and Jasper got married and then immediately started trying for a family. No one wants to be a third wheel on the baby-making machine. My other best friend, Rosalie, took off for Europe shortly after Jasper and Alice were married. She claimed that she couldn't be around all of the happy married bliss. I think she was just jealous that she hadn't found her special someone yet. I guess her "tour" of Europe will help her find her man or at the very least, her special someone.

I hadn't really dated anyone since John. John was handsome, sharp, collected, smart and knew what he wanted in life. Basically your ideal man. However, he wasn't my ideal man. At all. John was very loving, don't get me wrong, he just wasn't my "one". I had even begun to think that I didn't have a "one".

I had had the day from hell. No, scratch that. The week from hell. My boss was usually pretty easy going, but not here lately. He was under a lot of stress from corporate over our sales figures. Our competitor had beefed up their campaign in the recent months and our company was straining to stay on top of the market.

After I completed my toenails and sprayed some Pam (hey-don't knock it till you have tried it!) on them. I poured myself a huge glass of wine and pulled up my guilty pleasure, Pinterest. Damn that site! Just as I was looking into turning a pallet into my next masterpiece of art, the doorbell rang.

As I was signing the slip for the UPS man, I realized that the package was not mine. It looked to belong to my new next-door neighbor. By then, the UPS man had already climbed into his truck and had taken off.

I contemplated what to do, and then figured I should just go ahead and take it since it was right next door. Snatching the heavy package off the ground, I walked down the hallway to the next condo and rang the bell, not registering what I looked like. As the door slowly opened, my mouth dropped. The most amazing man was opening the door. He had the most luscious sex hair, dazzling green eyes, a kissable mouth- curled up into a smirk. Wait what? Is he talking to me? Isabella Swan?