Authors Note: Okay, so this is my first Edward & Bella story. I have wanted to write one for a while now, but I never really sat down and brainstormed ideas for an actual story. Not until recently when my friend and I sat down and started discussing possible ideas. I'm really into writing this now, and I'm really hoping you guys will like it. Please Review and let me know what you think. I'm really looking forward to your opinions.

WARNING: There is unpleasant lemony action in this chappie, but not all that detailed. I'm saving the good ones for later. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of Stephenie's Characters, I am simply obsessed with the entire series and movie.

BPOV

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. I'm 18 going on 19. Yep, my birthday is in just about a month. I was born in Forks Washington, and as far as I can remember, I loved it there. The main reason I loved it there was because there was no Rene. You see, Rene is my step mom, she actually thinks she loves me, but she's only a pain in the ass. I used to live with my dad, Charlie, in Forks. When I was born my mom left us, so I never got to know her. Personally, me and my dad were better off without her anyway, at least, until Rene.

When I turned seven, my dad met Rene in Forks. She was on vacation with her, get this; husband. Anyway, my dad didn't know at the time. They hit it off right away, she came from a wealthy family, but my dad didn't know that until they were planning their wedding. How and when did my dad find out she was married? Well, she told him once they were married. Apparently she'd gotten a divorce once my dad proposed. My dad was furious about the money and the husband, but he forgave her. I was completely pissed, I mean, what kind of person does that? The evil rich bitch kind, and what kind of person forgives a person like that? Charlie.

Rene had everything in Arizona. She had her big fancy house, and her shiny expensive cars, so we ended up moving there. Tucson, Arizona, wow. Do you have any idea how hard it is to adjust to a very extremely hot and humid climate, when you're so used to rain just about every day of your life? I was always forgetting to put on sunscreen lotion for the beginning of our move, and I instantly found out my skin is very sensitive to the sun. I was peeling skin off for so long, that I swear I left it in the sheets every morning. Disgusting, I know.

Well, I was almost eight when we were completely moved in and settled. I started school, private of course, and I instantly made friends with a girl named Angela. She offered me a seat during lunch and we hit it off right away. Her parents were rich, and that did not surprise me. Pretty much all of the kids in that school were rich, most of which were completely full of themselves.

Being around money for so long, I've grown accustomed to it. I really can't picture myself without money anymore. I love spending money, and I think it's safe to say that I'm addicted to it. Then again, who wouldn't be if you could get anything you ever wanted for just about ten years. I know that I am spoiled and I know I can be a brat now, but I also know that I have opinions and feelings, that I never really express anymore.

I have let Rene boss me around or so long, that I don't know how to say 'no' anymore, for fear that my dad will take her side, which would hurt, and for fear of losing the money, which would be extremely hard. I love buying new clothes when opportunity comes, and new computer programs. I can't lose that, so I go along with everything they want.

For instance; I don't want to date Mike Newton anymore. You see, it all started in middle school. Mike was, of course, rich, and his parents have always wanted to see us together, as a couple. Rene and my dad didn't think it was such a bad idea either. So they made us hang out allot, but it was never really serious in the beginning, because it was always family dinners or banquets. It wasn't serious until Rene told me that Mike and I were going on our first date in the beginning of senior year. They set us up and paid for a very nice, fancy dinner.

During the banquets and dinners, we would only talk to please our parents. We weren't really interested and usually BS'd the conversations. It was different now that it was going to be the two of us; we knew that we had to talk about something other than what we were wearing and what we were planning on doing this weekend.

I was extremely surprised to find out I really did like Mike. He told me about how his parents desperately wanted him to be a doctor, but he wanted to study to be a mechanic and open up his own shop. He was really into painting cars too, and that really caught my interest because of my sketches, I was really into the whole art thing. I told him how my parents wanted me to be a doctor as well, and how I didn't really want to be that. I told him how I desperately wanted to study for stuff like web design and art, but of course, I didn't tell him about my personal website, , where I post blogs about my life and get advice from complete strangers. Nobody knew about it but me. When I first created it my junior year, I had no Idea I'd get so many hits. My viewers didn't know everything about me, just basic things that would give them enough insight on how crappy my life got sometimes.

Mike also told me about how his parents fought allot, and his mom was a drunk. He really opened up to me, and I found out allot that I never would have guessed. I told him a few things about my family as well. I told him about how my dad and Rene met, and he agreed on the fact that Rene was a complete bitch, and wasn't worthy of my trust.

By the end of our date he gave me my first kiss, but I knew that it wasn't his first. He had also told me about how he lost his virginity his freshman year at a party while he was drunk. I was a little surprised, I mean, I heard things at school about Mike sometimes, but I always thought people were just bored with their own lives and making up stories about everyone else. He also asked me out on a second date, and our parents were very pleased, because they didn't have to force another one on us, it was voluntary.

We managed to sneak out and go to a few parties together, before I decided that it wasn't such a good idea anymore. Mike was pissed with me. He would get pretty rowdy when he was drunk, and he'd tried to pressure me into having sex more than once. I was sure he was only like that when he was drunk, and I was sure that he only drank, so I let it slide, and I told him I couldn't go out to parties anymore because I had almost gotten caught, and we couldn't take the risk, because our parents disapproved of parties that were, well, let's just say high school parties. And they were not fans of underage drinking and drugs.

Just about a month after we quit going to parties together, Mike asked me out on a weekend vacation to Acapulco, Mexico during one of our family dinners. Of course it was his parents, his little sister, my dad, Rene, and I who were all staring at him with mouths gaping like retarded fish. I was completely caught off guard and didn't say anything, I wasn't sure if I wanted to spend a weekend away with Mike, alone. I wasn't even sure how his parents, Rene, and Dad would take it. I was completely surprised when they all agreed to it, and therefore made the decision for me to go. I was incredibly nervous, and had no idea what to expect.

When we were in Acapulco, I had no idea that Mike could woo a girl so much. We went on a small cruise, we went on a banana shaped boat of some kind, and we even swam with dolphins and rode a motor boat. It was completely liberating to feel the ocean breeze at such a fast pace. I had allot of fun with him, and I was a little surprised. He also took me to a very fancy restaurant on the beach. On our final night in Acapulco, we went for a short walk along the beach. I was wearing a thin, white, strapless dress, which stopped right above my knees, and he was wearing black dress pants and a white button down shirt. Everything felt so perfect that night, the moon, the waves, it was all so serene. I lost my virginity to Mike Newton that night, and never once regretted it, until now.

Senior year, almost graduation; Mike and I were supposed to meet up afterschool one Friday and I had been waiting in the parking lot next to his car for just about fifteen munities when I decided I'd go back and look for him. What I found, I did not see coming. He was in the wide open hallways with one guy and three girls. Two of which were all over him. He was groping one of their asses and they were touching him pretty much everywhere. The other girl was busy with the other guy. Did I mention that the halls reeked of weed? Yeah, I was completely dumfounded. Mike noticed me and all I could do was gape. When he took a step forward I spun around and ran out of the hallway, leaving one high mike behind.

I noticed that once Mike's eyes met mine all he was thinking was shit shit shit, she's going to tell my parents. There was no glimmer of sadness in his eyes at all, and that was incredibly painful to me. I had been falling in love with Mike, and he didn't care. This was confirmed later that day, when he stopped by my house. My mom answered and when I was called downstairs, apparently we had a date. I didn't know what to do. I wasn't exactly in the mood for talking to him, nonetheless on a date. I had no choice, Rene was behind this.

We left in his car and everything was silent. He didn't say a word, I didn't say a word. Not until we reached a very deserted road surrounded by desert, he decided to pull over. "Isabella, you can't say anything about what you saw."

"The weed part or the cheating part?" I snapped.

Mike sighed in frustration and practically pulled my arm off when he grabbed it. "Both." He was staring right into my eyes, and I was staring right back into his with wide eyes. Why was he acting like that? "I'm warning you Is."

"Don't call me 'Is'." I tried pulling my arm away from his grip, but he just held on tighter. "Mike! You're hurting me!" I screamed and he just laughed.

"Baby this is nothing to what's going to happen to you if you open that pretty mouth of yours." I did not know how I had missed it, but once he forcefully pulled me closer to kiss me, I knew he'd been drinking.

I pulled back as much as he would let me. "Mike! Are you drunk?"

"Hardly babe." He pulled me in for a kiss again and added tongue. I struggled against him, pulling at his hair in an attempt to yank his head away from me, but he moaned in my mouth and started grabbing at my body. He thought I was enjoying it? I hit him where it hurt most before he could take it any further and he released me. He cursed in pain and held his hands on his crotch.

I opened the car door and quickly got out, then slammed it shut. I started to run, in attempt to find somebody, anybody, but the fucking street was lifeless. Not even any fucking animals in sight that might save me by ripping Mike's guts out, then again what was I expecting? A bear? Fat chance, but maybe a coyote would do.

It was dark and cold and I heard Mike's door slam. He was coming after me. "IS!" He yelled. I panicked and ran for it. That didn't help much; he was definitely faster and stronger. He reached me and practically pounced on me, we fell to the floor. He was on top of me and my face was literally against the pavement of the road. I screamed for both the pain I was feeling in the position I was In, I knew had scrapped my hands and legs at the hard fall, and for the fact that Mike wasn't letting me go.

"Mike! Let me go! Please! Why are you doing this?!" I yelled at him. I was able to feel his hard on against my back and I wanted to puke. He was breathing low and heavy and I knew what he wanted to do...

"I love you Is, and you're mine." He breathed against my ear, his breath still smelling of alcohol. "I know you want me. When's the last time we had sex babe?" I was sobbing by now, and I had quit on struggling, because it only caused me more pain. "You won't say anything about this will you?" He asked and I said and did nothing. "Answer me Bitch!" He slapped my ass, and It stung so badly that I had to bite down on my lip so that I wouldn't scream, I knew I'd have a bruise there in the morning.

"You know why you won't say anything?" He paused, obviously expecting me to say something, and when he figured I wasn't going to he continued. "Because we both have something to lose here." He said, more kind than I expected. "You say anything, and I'm disowned, I lose my money and my house, I lose everything. I also lose my parents, but that I could care less about. You on the other hand, I know that you would die if you father stopped loving you, personally I don't see why, he's so pathetic." Then I began to struggle again, wanting to slap him, but he just held me tighter to the ground and I had to gasp for air. "... He lives off your mom's money."

"Don't call her that." I said through clenched teeth, furious that he'd say Rene was my mother and completely pissed off that he'd bring my dad into this too.

He laughed and started to move his hand up the skirt I was wearing, touching under my panties, stroking my ass. I tried to struggle against his touch and he quickly slipped his hand back out and slapped me again, and this time I didn't hold back my scream. He kissed my forehead and continued. "You see, your dad will hate you if you ruined anything with him and Renee, for some reason he loves the bitch, you've even told me yourself... he sides with her every time. She would disown you as well, she'd think you were doing drugs and shit because I would tell on you too." He shook his head. "Oh and the money, you would lose everything!" He sighed. "How about you make this easy?" He asked and suddenly I felt lighter. He had gotten up and off of me. I rolled over and he was standing above me unbuckling his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers revealing his hard cock.

I knew he was right, and I was afraid. So I obliged and slowly lifted up my skirt with trembling hands and then let out a sob while trying to pull my panties down, and without any other words I shut my eyes tightly knowing all too well what was to come next, as he positioned himself between my legs then fucked me so hard that I was screaming in pain, and he was enjoying every minute of it. Once he came inside me and he stood up getting dressed again, I did the same a lot faster than him, trying to get covered up as soon as possible, and walked over to his car as best I could because I was trembling hard, but it was extremely humid and warm. I was soar, but knew it would be allot worse the next day, it was also a good thing I had gone on birth control a few months before. Then he drove me home and I knew I looked like shit, so I said we went for a walk in the park, I tripped, and rolled down a steep hill, and Mike had gone after me and saved me. If only they knew.

Once Id made it inside my room, I automatically undressed myself and turned on the shower. I slipped inside and made sure the water was hotter than usual. I'd heard that hotter water kills bacteria when you wash dishes, so I figured it would work the same if I used it to clean off what Mike left behind. I was still able to feel his lips tugging on my now extremely sensitive breasts. I scrubbed my body harder than usual trying to wipe away any damn trace Mike left behind, and replacing them with marks of my own. I was crying hysterically, and I was glad all the bedrooms were sound proof, but I wasn't crying because the hot water was burning my skin wherever it touched for too long, or because I was hurting my skin even more by scrubbing so hard, but because I had just been used like a fucking rag doll, I felt worthless, and the pain in my heart was much greater than the physical pain that I was only aware of subconsciously...

After that night, I put my website on hiatus. Knowing full well that writing about it would make me feel worse.

Since both Mike's family and my family wanted us to be doctors, the ideal school was Harvard, but neither of us got in, so together, we made a deal with our parents. We would study to be doctors, only if we were allowed to stay near home. Of course, they were all for it, and only because when Mike and I made decisions together It was always right in their eyes. They wanted us together so badly, it made my stomach sick. I was actually pretty disappointed that I didn't get in to Harvard; I thought I had good enough grades, but I wasn't surprised about Mike. I knew that I didn't want to be a doctor, but the idea of moving to a new place and basically starting over was something I would have loved. I also knew that I'd still have money, because as long as I went along with whatever dreams Rene had, I was set.

Our families gave us two choices. We could study in the University Of Arizona, located in Tucson, or The University of Phoenix, that was only about an hour drive into Phoenix. Mike of course, always made the decisions, because he would find some way to scare me into the decision he wanted, and it always worked. He decided U of A, probably because he didn't want to leave his ways and start over. He already had his weekly routines here with his buddies and he didn't want to stop. I was not surprised.

Now I was waiting the day when I would begin college, and it was only a week away. In the meantime, Angela and I had plans.

"Oh my goodness Izzie, this is going to be so much fun!" Angela exclaimed! Using the nickname she'd given me since we first met. I had introduced myself as Isabella Marie Swan, and she'd said; Yeah, too complicated, how about I call you Izzie for short? Ever since, Angela and the few girl friends I had throughout high school called me that, with the exception of Mike calling me 'Is', which I hated.

"You know, I've never done this. Is it normal to be afraid?" I asked, and just as I said it, the guy running the Ferris wheel waved us into our little booth thing. I could not believe I was about to get in that thing. I had not been at a fair since Forks with my dad, but even then it was always kiddy rides. I wasn't exactly a fan of heights, or being dizzy. Once, after the teacup ride, I was violently sick, my dad even took me to the hospital, but that was when I knew he cared for me more than anything. Now, not so much.

"Oh C'mon Izz, You'll be fine." Angela said as she pulled at my arm, making me flinch because I remembered the night Mike practically made me have sex with him. I pulled my arm back and shook my head at her.

"No, I can't do it. I'm sorry Ang." I sighed and walked away from the ride, leaving Angela behind. My eye sight was blurry with tears and I was literally hyperventilating. I sat down at a bench where I thought I'd be alone for at least a little while, or at least long enough to calm down.

Damn these stupid amusement parks, well, sort of. I'm only here because a bunch of our high school girlfriends decided that we needed to do something wild before we started college, and this was wild for me, but I knew that most of the girls at school weren't completely closed off to these things the way I was. I never really get out much, I know, but there are other things that I'm into, or at least, things I have to do. There's banquets, cocktail parties, weddings, and of course, shopping. I don't mind shopping at the local malls here in Tucson, but Rene always insists on weekends away to Los Angeles for some decent shopping, and most of the time I don't mind.

One I pushed my feelings down enough to function normally, I stood up and scanned the crowds for Angela. I dialed her number on my cell a few times, but she never answered, and I hoped that she wasn't incredibly pissed off with me.

"IS!" I heard a familiar voice shout from behind me and I turned to find Mike running up to me through the crowds of people. If he wasn't such a dick hole, I would have thought it looked like some cheesy romance movie where the guy is running up to the girl, and they're about to reunite after being apart for so long. All I wanted was the opposite. I wanted Mike to turn, run in the other direction and if there happened to be a large pole or fire pit in the direction he was running, well, I wouldn't object.

"Hey." I said simply once he was standing right in front of me, his cheeks a light shade of pink, that I would have found completely adorable a month ago. "You didn't tell me you were coming?"

"I don't tell you allot of things Is." He grinned and I wasn't sure how to respond to that, and I honestly didn't care. "The thing is I am here, and I want to win a prize for my girlfriend." Prize? How about a new boyfriend? He smiled the smile I used to find adorable, but now made me want to gag at how fake it truly was. Before I even had a chance to respond, he put his arm around my shoulder making me cringe slightly. Then he was leading us towards a few booths with a variety of games. "Now, which prize do you want?" He asked and pointed at three different booths, one with stuffed animals as prizes, and another with basketballs, and the last with goldfish. I shrugged and went along with it, putting on a show for anyone around who might know our parents. Now that I was with Mike at the fair, if word got out that we were there, our parents wouldn't get too angry.

"That one." I pointed at the booth with the goldfish as the prize. There were a variety of cups spread around a circular table in the center of the small booth and each cup contained one small goldfish inside. A young and handsome guy with beautiful shimmering green eyes and tussled bronze hair was running the booth. He was busy giving a prize away to the couple next to us, and then his gaze went to me. I was doing pretty well on the self control thing until it happened. His lips turned up on one side into the most perfect crooked grin and I was gone. I was smiling like an idiot and I couldn't really function well enough to care. Mike asked for one ring to toss, and of course, had to be rude to the bronze haired beauty.

When the guy spoke, I couldn't help but smile more. I was almost positive my face resembled a 14 year old boy watching porn for the first time. Mr. Fuck Me was talking to Mike, but looking at me. "The object of the game is to toss the ring and make it around one of the cups, then--"

"I know what to do doofus!" Mike snapped, and I almost laughed when the guy cracked a grin at Mike's remark. He thought it was stupid of course, who in the world says doofus anymore?

"Ed!" Someone shouted and bronze haired beauty turned to face whoever it was calling him. I'm guessing it was the manager of the fair. Ed. That's his name? Nickname? I sighed internally and then snapped out of it. What was I doing drooling over this guy? I literally shook my head and realized I had missed everything. Ed was back from whatever conversation he'd been having and Mike had thrown his ring around one of the cups.

Ed was now handing me the cup with the fish that Mike had won for me, still smiling that pretty smile of his, and I stopped myself from smiling back at the god. Instead I took the fish and kissed my alleged boyfriend. "Thanks baby." I smiled at Mike, and I knew that he was dumfounded. I was never really affectionate anymore, if you could call it that. Mike grinned and swung his arm over my shoulder again, I of course couldn't help but flinch slightly at his quick movement, and then he led us away from the booth. I couldn't help but turn my head enough to look back at Ed, and I was surprised to find that he was staring in my direction until someone came up to him and he went about his job.

I then focused my attention back towards where Mike was heading and I started to panic internally when I realized he was heading for the exit. I knew that my little voluntary kiss back there would start up something, but I wasn't thinking, not really. Just as I thought that I was screwed, Angela walks up to us. "Izzie, where the hell have you been?" She asked, seriously worried, I was able to tell, but also trying to save my ass.

Although Angela was my best friend, I didn't tell her everything. I never told her anything about the way Mike treated me while he fucked me or the way he treated me in general. I never told her about the constant bruising he caused me. I always hid it from her and everyone else. The only thing she knew was that our parents wanted us together since middle school, and that Mike wanted us together, but she also knew that wasn't what I wanted. She knew that I was afraid to lose everything, and so I pleased everyone else by staying with Mike.

"I'm sorry Ang. I've been with Mike, but don't act all innocent. I called you a few times and you never answered." I played along.

"Sorry." She was honest then. "My phone died." I knew she was lying when she said that, but I let it slide. "Anyway, we need to get outta here. My mom expected me home like ten munities ago." She said and I knew that was the truth.

I nodded and she took my hand pulling me along with her towards the exit, all while I made sure not to drop my fish in my other hand, sure Mike got it for me, but I wasn't going to be childish and not keep it, it isn't the fishes fault Mike is an ass. "Sorry Mike. Bye. I'll call you!" I shouted, without meaning any of it, except the 'Bye' part. Angela waved bye to him too, and I'm not sure he noticed but she also flipped him off, causing me to laugh.

"You know, you really shouldn't get on his bad side Ang." I said, still a little giggly as we approached her car that we'd driven in to get to the fair. "But thanks for saving me." I said sincerely.

"That's what I do. I keep you out of trouble. Or in it if it's good for you." She winked at me and opened her car doors. Once we were inside Angela was about to turn on the ignition when she held back, and I knew it was coming again. "You don't need him you know." She said. "If you don't want to be with him I'm sure your dad would understand." She'd said this so many times that I wasn't able to count the amount of times anymore.

I sighed, frustrated. Nobody ever really understood that it's this or no dad and no money. The money, that would be hard to live without, but a life without my dad, that would murder me. I just nodded and decided that I had explained myself way to many times before, and she finally turned on the car, driving out of the fair, dropping the subject, knowing full well I really wasn't in the mood to go over it again.

Once we were only a few feet away from the main entrance of my house, Angela pulled over again. I thought she was going to bring it up again, but she didn't. "I have news." She said, sounding quite proud of herself and it instantly made me curious. I just looked at her expectantly, signaling for her to continue. "I met a guy tonight."

"You met a guy?" I asked. I was kind of shocked because, well, Angela never really spoke about guys, not ever really in a happy way. She always went on about how they were a pain in the ass and there was no need for them, then she'd add that there was an exception with my dad. Ever since she thought she'd fallen in love in middle school, she'd sworn guys off, so this was odd.

"Yeah. When you left me. I was going to go on the ride alone, but a guy named Eric stepped up and went on with me." She giggled. Angela giggled while speaking of a guy and I had to smile. "Izzie, He was so cute. Nervous as hell, and he kept on talking about how he was going to die and he had me laughing the entire time, well not entirely, just the beginning, because well..." She trailed off and was blushing, Angela was blushing over a guy and I had to laugh a little.

"Angela?" I asked, in attempt to bring her back.

"Sorry." She shook her head. "Well, He wouldn't stop talking so I told him to look at me, and when he did our eyes locked for the rest of the ride." She sighed happily, "It was so cute. It was like nobody else was there, just the two of us. I think he seriously forgot he was on a Ferris wheel."

"Well, you had more fun than I did." I took a look at my fish and decided I needed to get it a little fish tank, living in a cup was not how I'd want to live.

"What did you do?" She asked.

"Long story short, well actually no, it is a short story. Mike won me a fish and I eye-fucked the guy running the booth." I shrugged. "Okay gotta go." I teased, opening my door and Angela grabbed my arm, bringing back a small flash of Mike and I flinched, but let it go easily this time.

"You are not leaving until you tell me." She demanded.

I laughed and settled back in my seat, closing the door again. "It really was nothing." I shrugged indifferently. "The guy running the booth was simply the sexiest man in existence and he happened to be staring at me, so I pretty much returned fire. Mike was being a total jerk and Mr. Fuck Me seemed pretty amused by it."

"What?"

"Uh, Ed. Ed seemed pretty amused by it." I wasn't sure if she'd heard me clearly before, but I figured not because she continued the conversation as if I hadn't.

"Ed?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, that's all I got for a name. You think he'd be wearing a name tag." I hit my forehead. "Shit, I was literally too busy eye-fucking the guy I never really looked anywhere else." I laughed to myself, and Angela joined. "Sorry. I completely stole the spotlight. Did you get a number from this Eric guy?" I asked.

She nodded, and the way she did it made me laugh. She was so happy about it, that I couldn't help but be happy with her. "I really do think I should go now though." She sighed. "Sorry Izz."

I shrugged. "It's fine. I should go inside now too. My dad's probably worried, and Rene is probably not helping." Angela nodded. "Call me tomorrow?" She agreed and I got out of the car, and made my way up to the bronze colored gate. I pressed the button to be let in, waved at the camera in the little corner of the gate, and in seconds, Giovanni was on the intercom.

"Good evening Miss Swan, the gate will open up for you right away." And in instants it was.

"Thanks Gio!" He hated it when I called him that and it amused me, so I kept doing it. He really was a cool guy though. We play tennis a few times together on our court, he always beats me, but one day, things will change.

I made my way into our big brick house, which I personally found surprisingly small for Rene's taste. I myself didn't mind. Just as long as I got my own room. Once I walked inside, I thought that my dad would be up, waiting for me the way he always did just a few months ago, but I wasn't all that surprised to see that Rene and him were already sleeping when I peeked inside their bedroom. I sighed, feeling sad, but also wondering why I couldn't just suck it up. Most kids would want parents who didn't stay up and waited long enough to give you a long lecture about being out after midnight, and that's exactly when I got home, just past midnight.

I silently closed their door and when I turned I almost shit my skirt and dropped my fish because Giovanni was standing right there. "Gio!?" I exclaimed, silently. "My goodness you almost gave me a heart attack!"

He was obviously trying not to laugh and I frowned. "I'm sorry Miss--"

"Isabella Gio, how many times do I have to tell you?" And I knew what was coming.

"Giovanni Miss Swan, how many times do I have to tell you?" I laughed a little and he continued. "I noticed you had a goldfish in your hand, and in a cup I might add." I held my fish up and he smiled. "I have one just a bit bigger than this one in my room. If you like we can put yours in my tank. It won't live through the night in that cup you know?"

I smiled widely. "I didn't know you had fish."

"Only one." He smiled and led the way into his room. It was downstairs, in the basement. It wasn't all crappy looking though. Rene kept the entire house looking Fancy, including the basement, where Giovanni practically lived while he wasn't on gate duty. He was like part of the family most of the time. "Miss Swan, meet bubbles." Once he said the fish's name, I burst into laughter. "What's so funny Miss Swan?"

I could not stop laughing. "Say bubbles again." I said once I calmed down. He frowned and I laughed again.

"Haha, not that funny. You're lucky I'm saving your fish you know?" He said and I stopped laughing, for the sake of my fish, even though I knew he would still help even if I kept laughing. He took my cup and gently emptied my fish and the water in the cup in his miniature aquarium tank. I really liked it, it was decorated with pretty black and gold rocks and it had a few plants and a filter. I smiled as I watched my fish swimming with bubbles. "Have you named it?" He asked.

"No I haven't." I hadn't even thought about a name.

"Make it something special."

"Like Bubbles?" I asked, trying not to laugh really hard.

"The only reason I named her Bubbles is because she's always swimming around the bubbles the filter makes... and well, I was obsessed with bubbles as a child" I had another fit of laughter because he'd said bubbles three times in the same sentence. Once I was sane again, I decided on the perfect name.

"His name is Ed."

I'm currently working on Chapter Two; I will try and have it done soon. In the meantime, what're your opinions on Ch1?