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EPOV

BRINGGGGG

"For crying out loud!! How long can one lecture go on for?!?" Emmett yelled as he ran through the double doors of the campus building. I actually thought for one moment he was going to start doing jazz hands. Typical Emmett, he always was one for dramatics.

"Em, calm down dude. We're free now. And it's the weekend!" Jasper said, always the calm one, I don't know how I would handle Emmett if he wasn't around.

"Who cares? I'm hungry. I need food before I like pass out or something"

"How does that work? You've were eating— actually what was that?— " Jasper asked, making a disgusted face.

"Salami sub"

"Okay, you were eating a salami sub behind your text book for like half the lecture! How can you even be hungry?"

"Do you seriously know nothing? I'm always hungry."

"Whatever, anyway, let's eat!"

I decided just to fall back and let them argue it out. You get used to those two idiots down each throats every second of the day. You just have to learn to stay out of it and hope they'll shut up before you do something you'll regret.

I slowly walked up to my baby. My silver Volvo. I don't care about anything but this car. If I ever get a steady girlfriend, they'll have to learn, my baby's number one in my life. I don't like having others in my car, and sure as hell, no one ever gets to drive it, but me.

Em and Jazz were casually leaning against the hood of my car, winking at anything with legs that walks by. They're such posers. I swear if they dent it or scratch the paintwork, they'll pay. And I don't just mean money.

I thought I'd teach them a lesson, quickly forming a plan. I timed my approach just right, silently opening the door and sliding into the drivers seat. Right on time, two very unnaturally blonde girls with non-existent skirts were walking past, fully gaining those two imbeciles attention. I turned the key in the ignition and silently thanked the gods for my almost silent engine. Just a soft purring could be heard if you were paying close enough attention, and I knew full well that Em and Jazz's attention was not on my car. I quickly reversed out of my parking space, leaving Em and Jazz lying startled on the floor. Their faces were a picture, their mouths so shocked they formed 'o's.

I couldn't contain my laughter, I couldn't even see from the tears in my eyes. Once I recovered, I looked up to see their faces, only they weren't shocked anymore. They were pissed. Seriously pissed.

Oh, shit.

Oh well, it was so worth it!

They slowly approached the car, their faces still red with embarrassment. The climbed in the back silently, obviously seriously pissed at me. After a few minutes, Emmett spoke up.

"Eddie, dude, that was seriously uncool!"

"One, don't call me Eddie. Two, do you know you sound like a cheerleader, right? And last, but definitely not least, don't touch my baby. You two knew better than that." I said quickly, flashing them my most innocent face at the same time.

"Whatever, but it was still uncool. So, where are we going to eat?" One good thing about Emmett is that he never holds a grudge for long. That, and the fact that he is very easily distracted, especially if there is food involved.

"I don't know. Whatever, just no take out. I've seen you eat Em, and I don't want my upholstery smelling of grease for the next year and a half."

"STOP! THERE!" Emmett yelled in my ear, causing me to jump and serve the car.

"For fuck sake Em! I'd like both my eardrums if you don't mind. Prick."

I looked over to the right where Emmett was pointing frantically, it was a traditional 50s American diner. I'd never seen it before, even though I had driven down this road thousands of times before. I pulled into the car park reluctantly. I wasn't that hungry, but as usual, Emmett was out of the car and running towards the entrance before I had even had time to park the car.

As I walked into the restaurant, I noticed the music playing first. It was 'Clair de Lune'. It was one of my favourite songs, but I couldn't help but think this was weird. A fifties American diner? Playing Debussy?

I looked around trying to find where my caveman of a brother had gone to feed, when I saw her.

She was drumming her fingers on the counter, playing along with the music, as if she was playing an imaginary keyboard. Her eyes were shut and she was swaying very gently to the music. She had mahogany hair that flowed down her back in gentle curls, and her skin was milky and pale, not ghostly, surprisingly she actually looked healthy. I couldn't help but admire her from afar. She was wearing a light blue shirt, with a name tag that said 'Isabella'. It was such a pretty name, it suited her perfectly. She was also wearing a black skirt, which stopped halfway up her thigh. She must have been about 5 foot 4, but she was wearing a pair of roller-skates. She was standing still, holding onto the counter, but she still looked like she was in trouble of falling. No one else was having trouble like she was. I found it strangely endearing.

The song slowly came to a close, the last note hanging in the air. She took a deep breath, her chest rising slowly. I couldn't help but stare. She was beyond beautiful, and it wasn't like I would get caught. Her eyes slowly began to open, so I took that as my cue to look away. But I couldn't. She looked dazed, like she had been in a trance or something. She started to blink rapidly and shake her head. It had no idea what she was doing. It was so frustrating. No, scratch that. It was fascinating.

She was fascinating.

"Yo! Bro!" I was pulled out of my reverie by Emmett waving like a maniac in me and Jasper's direction. "Ha! Dude, I'm a poet, and I didn't know it!"

Sometimes I wondered about my brother's mental health. He must have the mental age of a four year old. Only with a slightly better level of education, and a slightly worse level of maturity.

Isabella must have heard what Em had said, because she was looking in his direction and chuckling to herself. She looked so cute, I wanted to be the one that made her laugh like that.

I walked over to the booth my brother had decided to sit at, actually he was bouncing up and down trying to get a waitress's attention, so I don't think 'sit' was the correct term for what he was doing. He looked like he was in kindergarten.

"Real mature, Em" I muttered under my breath, obviously not quiet enough because I got a whack in the back of my head. Hard.

"Hi guys. What can I get you?" I heard someone ask. The voice was feminine and bell-like. I didn't even have to look to know who this voice belonged to. Isabella. It fit her perfectly. I must have been so distracted by the physical violence from my brother to see her approach.

"I'll have the diner special platter, please." Emmett ordered. A look of confusion crossed Isabella's face, for what I couldn't understand why.

"Of course, but you do know that's a family platter, enough for four people?" She enquired. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. She obviously didn't know Emmett.

"Oh no, I think that's just about right for him." I muttered wryly. Isabella must have heard because the corners of her mouth twitched, and she bit down on her bottom lip to contain the giggles. So cute.

"And I'll have the cheeseburger and fries, please" Jasper said next.

"And for you?" Bella asked whilst scribbling down Jasper's order. She looked up at me, prompting me to order, but at that moment we locked eyes.

I hadn't noticed her eyes before, but when I think about it now, I don't know how I could have not. Her eyes were a delicious chocolate brown, and I felt as though looking into them, I was looking into her soul. It was the strangest feeling, but I couldn't look away. And by the looks of things, neither could she.

Emmett cleared his throat next to me, ruining the moment. Remind me to thank him for that later.

She looked back at her pad, but her eyes were somewhat unfocused. She looked dazzled, and the slightest hint of blush coloured her cheeks. She looked so adorable when she blushed. I smiled at her reaction, but most of all, I wished I could do that to her more.

"I.. Uh... Cheeseburger and fries please... Isabella"

I don't know why I did it, addressing her by her name. I just wanted to say her name. Aloud, at least. It was like a broken record in my mind, she filled my every thought.

She looked genuinely confused, her brows furrowing slightly, and a faint crease appeared on her forehead. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it down with my fingers.

Yeah, like she'd want you to touch her.

Don't be so negative. She might like you.

How could she like you? She's an angel. A beautiful angel that deserves far better than you could ever give her.

Thoughts were flying through my head, distracting me slightly. Until I saw she was still looking at me expectantly.

"Your nametag," I replied, gesturing slightly to her breast where the nametag lay.

Damn it Edward, smart move. Pointing at her breast in the middle of a crowded restaurant. Smooth.

"Oh... right... yeah." She answered uncertainly. "It's Bella actually."

"Edward." I responded, smiling at her warmly. Yet again Emmett cleared his throat, yet again ruining a perfectly nice moment between me and my Bella. My Bella? What am I thinking?

"This is my brother Emmett, and our friend Jasper." I continued, granted a little begrudgingly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all." She said, actually sincerely. "Can I get you guys anything to drink?"

"Beer, please."

"Same, please."

"A SHIRLEY TEMPLE!" Emmett boomed, and half the restaurant turned and stared.

"Sure thing, I'll go get them for you." And with that, she walked away. I couldn't help but stare as she walked away, and I wasn't even checking her out, which to be honest is a first for me. Instead I was just staring at her. She had such a presence, even though you could tell she was an introvert of sorts.

She came back a few minutes later carrying our drinks on a tray. I still felt uneasy watching her trying to carry our drinks and manoeuvre herself around a crowded restaurant on rollerblades. When she reached our table, I relaxed somewhat, releasing a breath I didn't even know I was holding. She gently placed our drinks on our table and turned to leave without another word. That is, until her foot slipped underneath her, throwing her towards the floor.

I quickly held out my arms to grab her. It wasn't on purpose, just a reflex action. From the moment my body came into contact with hers, every nerve in my body was on edge. It was like someone had sent an electric current through me.

She landed swiftly in my arms, and began to chuckle to herself. I stood her up gently, steadying her and making sure that she wasn't in any danger of falling again. My self control wasn't great at the moment, and the last thing either of us needed was for her to be in my arms. Although, come to think so it, she seemed rather comfortable. Maybe I was just imagining it.

"Thanks," She breathed. She seemed out of breath and flustered. "...but you really didn't have to do that. I'm not known for my balance."

"Really, it's fine. Don't mention it." I smiled reassuringly at her. She smiled in response and walked away again, looking back quickly when she reached the counter.

"Look Jasper," Emmett stage-whispered. "Eddie's got a crushhhh!" He sang.

I shot him a 'shut-up-if-you-want-to-keep-all-your-teeth' look, and I'm glad to say he took the hint.

"Dude, leave him alone. She seems pretty cool, and it looks like she likes him too."

What? What can he be talking about?

I shot Jasper a questioning glance, only for him to gesture slightly with his head, to the direction that Bella was standing. She was by the counter again, looking right at me. When our eyes met, she looked away embarrassed, and that oh-so-cute blush coloured her face.

She came back over about 10 minutes later with our food. She laid the food down, including Emmett's family sized platter.

"Listen, would you guys mind if I sat with you? I'm owed a break and to be honest, you're the nicest people in here." She asked, obviously somewhat embarrassed for asking. I didn't miss however, that she was looking right at me, and damn, did it feel good. It was like she was asking me personally, and to be brutally honest, I was flattered that she would even consider sitting with me and my retarded mates.

"Yeah, yeah. Of course." I said, quickly shuffling around the booth to make room for her next to me, even though there was a lot more room on the opposite side next to Jasper.

Please let her sit next to me. Don't let her choose Jasper.

I saw her quickly look around the booth, her face troubled as if she was having an inner conflict. I was almost resigned, when I saw her start to lean in Jasper's direction. But to my surprise, she quickly changed paths and squeezed in next to me.

She took a sip of the vanilla milkshake she had been holding. I couldn't help but watch how her lips pouted slightly as she sucked on the straw. Those lips. I want to kiss them so bad.

I turned my attention back to my uneaten meal, trying to distract myself from the fact that the girl of my dreams was sitting so close, our thighs were touching under the table. I had to think about anything but that.

I looked up quickly, only to see that Emmett had almost polished off his family platter. That has to be a new record for him, in just under 5 minutes.

I then saw Jasper kick Emmett under the table, to grab his attention. They shared a look, and Emmett's face broke out in a grin. Oh no, I know that look.

"Listen dude, me and Emmett really need to be getting back. We've got this huge history project to work on for Monday morning and if we don't start now, we'll never get it done in time."

Okay, now I was confused. Not only were they trying to break up a pretty great lunchtime, but they don't even take history. What a load of bullshit.

"So we need to get back pretty soon. You stay here though, we can drive ourselves back. You stay, finish your food, keep Bella company." Jasper contined.

Oh now I see what's going on. Wow, you're pretty slow today Edward.

"So, Eddie-boy! Hand over the keys and we'll be on our way!" Emmett chimed in.

You have to be kidding me. No way was he getting the keys to the Volvo. I've seen him drive.

Em obviously saw the reluctance on my face, because he sighed dramatically, and sat back down.

"Well, I guess we'll have to wait with you guys. We can have so much fun. Bella, did you know when Edward was in the ninth grade—"

Oh, hell no.

"Fine. Jasper drives. If there is even a scratch on the paintwork, you'll pay."

"Love you Eddie-boo." Emmett shouted as he ran in the direction of the door, much to Bella's amusement, I might add. They obviously thought it would be best to leave right then, before I changed my mind.

Those bastards.

What has the world come to? Giving up my baby for just a few more minutes with my angel.

Oh well, it is so worth it.

AN: Thanks for reading people (:

This is my first fan fiction, so I hope I've done a decent job, but I'd love to know what you guys think. Review? Pretty please?

--Blue xo