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Chapter 1(Bella)

You got to be well educated on the subject of fights
I mean prevention of
In other words - its r.e.a.l meaning of this thing called love
Are you up on this?
If so, then you can get up off hug and a kiss

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

Come here baby, yeah
You sexy motherfucker

We need to talk about things
Tell me what cha do, tell me what cha eat
I might cook for you
See it really don't matter because it's all about me and you
Isn't no one else around

Sexy motherfucker by Prince.

The sun was filling into the building through the ceiling window, people were walking around browsing. I could hear the little kids pleading for their parents to buy them something. Walking past the jewellery store, I could see a man picking out a ring. Maybe it was an engagement ring, maybe it was a promise ring but neither could make the smile from his face shake. Everyone seemed happy, everyone seemed calm. Looking back up towards the ceiling windows I could make out that it was a cloudless day, it wasn't humid. It was a nice dry air and everyone was enjoying it.

I was walking aimlessly around the mall for some odd reason, I knew Alice was going to kill me for not inviting her but in my defence she was with Jasper and I just randomly had an urge to go walking around the mall, maybe find myself a book or a CD.

Alice, she was the little ball of fire that is my best friend. We've known each other since junior year in high school. We went to university together, her for fashion and me for English literature. At the moment, she was an intern at some rich people clothing line. Other known as stuck up mother fucking bitches, her words not mine. Alice was about 4'6'' and had short dark hair that would poke out at odd angles; she was always sporting the newest fashions and always wearing high heels. She always had new ideas to hang out and try out, it was annoying but I loved her. She was my best friend.

Jasper is her fiancé, a tall blonde haired Texas boy, twin to bitchy Rosalie. Jasper was a psychologist, he had this presence that was just soothing, calming. I idly wondered if he was around today but I doubted it. Alice had them two going crazy on wedding plans. I was so glad that she chose Rosalie over me to be the maid of honour. I would have sucked.

My name was Isabella Marie Swan, preferably Bella. I was around five something with brown hair and brown eyes, a mousy nose and worked as an editor. I was plain Jane and that was it. I came from Charlie Swan and Renee Dwyer. She remarried when they divorced to a man named Phil. Couldn't say I cared much for him, he made my mom happy and that was it. I was born from a plain family too. Every time I stood beside Rosalie or Alice, I was the ugly one. They were practically goddesses.

Moving onwards from those depressing thoughts, I made my way to the book store. The cashier lady looked completely hung over and I felt like handing her an energy drink or a coffee to wake the poor girl up. It was surprisingly a little full today, usually they didn't have many customers but it was a couple weeks before kids started school again so it made sense.

I searched through the classics section and found a copy of Wuthering Heights. My old copy was so torn up; I hadn't had time to buy myself a new one. I walked up to the cashier and looked at her name tag. Jessica.
"Hello Jessica. Having a nice day?" She looked up quickly and I could faintly make out the dark circles that she had tried to hide with makeup.
"Not really, m'am." Her voice was slightly nasally and high pitched.
"Please don't call me m'am I'm only 26. So Jessica, why aren't you having a good day?"She rang up my books and completely ignored my question.
"Here you go, that'll be 34.98$ please." I handed her the money and she practically shoved my purchase in my hands.

Ignoring the slight hurt that came from being ignored and looked down upon, I made my way back towards the center of the mall so I could get to my car, looking at the various stores they had. I stopped in front of an interesting one. It was a music store I hadn't realized existed. There weren't many people there and no one was currently stationed at the cash. I walked in and spotted some old records of my mother's favourite artist and smiled. I walked through the aisles browsing; I stopped at the back of the store staring intently at the classical section. There was just something about piano and violins mixed together that were beautiful. I noticed a door where muffled yelling was coming from. Someone seemed mad or frustrated.
"What...you're an idiot...related...no." I booming laughter was followed and it surprised me.
"Edward... prude...never..." I could feel the laughter through the wall and heard a shriek of frustration. The door opened and a tall burly man stepped out laughing.
"Emmett! SHUT UP YOU OAF!" I couldn't see the man shouting but the sound of his voice was velvety, comforting even though he was yelling. The burly man, Emmett, walked towards the front of the store and was followed by a Greek god. He had bronze coloured hair that I could only describe as sex hair. He had pale skin that was covered by form fitting slacks and a green button up that matched his eyes. He wasn't as built as Emmett but you could tell that he worked out. I was full out checking out this god and quickly shut my mouth and turned my face towards the racks of cd's trying to cover my blush and face with my hair in case he noticed me. I doubted it, a man like that must have a girlfriend or a wife. I heard Emmett laugh again and saw some customers jump in surprise. I giggled a little at this but stopped when I felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of my head. I wasn't sure who's they were but I desperately hoped that the sexy god was.