A/N - Hello, dear readers. As you may know I have returned to the Fanfiction world of writing from my long Hiatus. I have been continuing my old fic "The Monster" for a few days but decided it was time to start another fic, because I have a fresh idea and it might help me continue my other story.

I hope you don't find the plot too clichéd, but I want to take my own twist on Shyward and Babysitterella. Chapters will be shortish for now as I have three essays to write for my classes :(

Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot.

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*Chapter 1*

BPOV

I watched with an inward sigh as Edward Cullen shuffled into the classroom. He was, in one word, gorgeous.

His tufty copper hair stuck up at all sorts of angles which gave him an edgy look. I knew he was far from edgy though, even with his smouldering green eyes, lips to die for and a jaw that had every girl in the school drooling. Edward Cullen was one of the shyest boys I had ever met. No, correction, he was the shyest boy I had ever met. I had hardly heard him utter one word the in the year I had sat with him in my English class.

Yes, I was lucky enough to be sat beside this god of a boy for four hours per week. It was heaven enough for me.

He was never rude, but he made no effort to speak to me, or to anyone else for that matter. Looking at his work though, he was brilliant at the subject. I stole a few glances at his creative writing and poetry now and again when he got up to sharpen his pencil at the front of the classroom. A weird thing about Edward Cullen - he always writes in pencil, never a pen. I was convinced he was some sort of genius, modern-day Shakespeare. His language was beautiful, haunting and all sorts of amazing, not to mention he had such elegant, old fashioned handwriting to accompany his words.

Today, he was wearing black jeans, a faded band t-shirt and a pair of tattered black converse. His simple style added to his edgy look but still managed to make him look beautiful and adorable all at the same time. His wide innocent eyes were gazing at the floor as he walked to his seat and sat down, dumping his bag on the floor. He looked dishevelled and slightly irritated. It was Monday morning, who could blame him?

I was pretty sure I looked a right train-wreck this morning as I had barely had time to brush my hair, clean my teeth and down a glass of orange juice before hurtling out the door to arrive at school on time.

Everyone looked the same on a Monday morning; rushed and tired. The class was sleepy as the teacher called the register. I liked this part as Edward had to speak and it was one of the rare times I heard his velvety voice.

"Here," He would utter softly whenever his name was called. It caused tingles in my stomach like no other.

The lesson passed slowly that morning and Edward was seemingly distracted by something far off out the window, which wasn't like him. He was usually so focused on his work. I found myself doodling silly cartoons in the margin of my notepad to distract myself from ogling Edward too much.

So, as you have probably guessed; I have a huge crush on this boy. The problem? He is so blatantly unaware. It's not even as though I can class him as a classmate because he has never really spoken to me.

The lesson ends and Edward is already up and out the door on the bell as usual. He can move like lightening.

When I get home, I get a bit of a shock to see that none other than Edward Cullen's mother is standing on my doorstep. I live in a small town called Forks in Washington and everyone knows everyone, even if you don't speak to them.

My father, Charlie, was looking a bit flustered as Esme Cullen chattered to him easily, her expression bright and happy.

"Hello, Bella!" She called when she saw me walking up the driveway, my backpack bumping against my hip with every step.

"Hey, Mrs Cullen," I responded with a smile. Esme beamed before turning back to face my father.

"Such a lovely daughter you have Charlie. I hear from my Edward that she's a charming young lady," She praised fondly, her eyes alight with sincerity. Charlie blushed a little and cleared his throat.

I nearly choked.

Edward Cullen talks to his Mom about me? Not to mention he told her I was charming!

Swoon!

"Did you hear Bella? We're going to be neighbors!" Esme told me excitedly. "We've moved in just a few doors down so I hope we can all be friends," She went on, smiling at Charlie and then to me. Charlie nodded solemnly and gave me a half smile.

"It's all so exciting, moving house," She breathed, "And you can help Edward take the bus!" She crooned.

Oh god. Kill me now.

I barely knew this boy and I doubted he would like it if I had to walk him to the bus stop and baby him like I was some sitter.

"Uh...yeah…great," I replied, trying to remain enthusiastic and quickly slapped on a fake smile.

Esme smiled wider.

"Thank you Bella, he was really worried about that. You know, taking the bus. He used to just walk to and from school when we lived in our old house, but he can't possibly walk to school now," She sighed and shook her head. "Still, he has a nice girl like you to help him,"

"Bella's a good kid," Charlie added in fondly, scratching his moustache idly.

Suddenly, a little girls voice called out from somewhere up the road.

"Mommy!" It rang out. "I want Mommy!" It demanded, the voice getting closer.

A little girl suddenly tottered round the corner, donned in a blue winter fur coat and matching velvet booties. Her raven coloured hair stuck up adorably as she ran up to Esme.

"Hey my little Alice," Esme cooed, stooping to pick her up. Alice giggled delightedly and hugged Esme hard.

Esme has a daughter? This was a first for me and even Charlie looked a bit disgruntled.

So that meant Edward has a little sister?

At that moment, Edward himself rounded the corner, out of breath and blushing.

He immediately saw me and halted, his breaths stuttery and shaky.

"Oh, hello Edward. Did she outrun you sweetie?" Esme said gently to her son.

He merely nodded, his flushed face angled towards the floor.

"Oh hey, Bella said she would help you take the bus tomorrow, isn't that great honey?" Esme went on, clearly embarrassing him a little as he ran a hand through his dishevelled hair and grimaced.

"Yeah," He said quietly. He then turned and walked back round the corner. I watched him walk away, his lanky figure seeming to hunch over slightly. I felt a pang in my chest as I realised he probably hated me now, for embarrassing him by just standing in my own driveway with his mom.

"Sorry, he's just shy," Esme cut in with a fond laugh as she cuddled Alice close. "He's a good boy though," She added pointedly at Charlie who looked a little stunned.

"I've no doubt that he is Mrs Cullen," Charlie said.

"Well, better go get this one her dinner. She's forever eating!" Esme sighed, but with fondness in her voice.

"Spaghetti!" Alice demanded, her little fists tugging at Esme's long caramel locks.

"See you tomorrow Bella," Esme said as she walked down the driveway and round the corner, smiling at me over her shoulder.

Talk about an awkward way to end the day.

"Well, Bells, you got yourself a job," Charlie said after a few moments, amused expression on his face. He leaned against the doorframe to the house donned in his Police Chief uniform as he had just got home from work before I came home.

"What?" I asked with a frown.

"You'll see tomorrow, Mrs Cullen wants to see you after school. That's why she was here," He said, infuriatingly mysterious and secretive.

"Great," I huffed and went inside to shower and tried not to dwell on the fact that Edward Cullen lived literally round the corner from me now.

I thought about how he would act tomorrow. Would he be angry that I needed to baby him on the bus? Would he talk to me? Would he try to avoid me? I hoped he wouldn't be too annoyed with me. It wasn't really my choice, after all, to do this. Esme had kind of dug me into the hole herself.

One thing was certain though, I definitely wouldn't be bored with my crush living around the corner.

Maybe this would be my chance to get to know him properly? Fate certainly has something in store, I thought to myself as I slid into my bed that night and quickly fell asleep, dreaming about green eyes and a lanky, awkward boy clad in black skinny jeans.

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So what do you guys think? Too boring? Too weird? Let me know.