Here's the first chapter of Loving E.

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1/4/2017


Chapter 1

BPOV

"Bella, come on!" Alice screeched, "We have go! What the hell is taking so long?" I knew she was still standing outside the bathroom door. I could hear her foot tapping on the hardwood. She probably had her hands on her hips, too.

Let me get you up to date. That was Alice, my wonderful loving, erratic, spaz of a twin sister. I guess you could say I was the calm, cool and collective one, whereas Alice most definitely took after our mother, Renee. And my calm demeanor came from our dad, Charlie. He was pretty laid back but don't get me wrong, he would sure show a protective hand when needed.

Today we were headed to our parents' house in Forks for the weekend. Usually, we tried to visit a couple of times a month considering the three and half hour drive each way. The drive wasn't so bad if you had good music and maybe a few cases of Pringles on hand.

Charlie's the Chief of Police in Forks and let me tell you, he loved his job. He didn't need the money per se but law enforcement had always been his dream job ever since he was a little boy. The Swan Family had money, and lots of it. Our whole family was pretty well known throughout the whole country. My great, great, great grandfather, Ernest Swan, built his empire in the oil industry. According to my mom, it's called 'old money', but my dad never showed an interest in the family business. When he turned 25 he received his trust fund, and now my uncle, Clark Swan, ran the business, so money had and never will be an issue in our family because my dad still received a portion of the company's profits because he holds 49% of the company's shares, but Charlie and Renee deemed it necessary to raise me and Alice to make an honest living.

During this visit, we were going to an awards ceremony because Charlie was recieving an award. The man has more awards than I would even know what to do with. I'm pretty positive he has the key to the city, too. I lost track a long time ago.

"Alice, please? Just give me ten more minutes. This is not a good day to rush me." I was trying to hurry as fast as I possibly could, but I could hear her strumming her fingernails along the trim of the bathroom door.

"Well, if you wouldn't get so fucking drunk the night before we're supposed to drive home, then you wouldn't be dragging your sorry ass this morning," she accused. I could almost feel her glaring at me through the door like a Super villain from a cartoon.

"Ugh...Piss off, Alice. A girl's allowed some fun now and then. You act like you're completely innocent," I said, my anger starting to show with her rushing me. I was already having a hard time finding a comfortable pair of jeans to wear because I was so bloated.

"Bells, of course I'm not completely innocent, but someone has to be the adult around here, and I am two minutes older than you so that means I get to be the one to act like a responsible adult," she screamed through the door, causing it to vibrate. When she was on a tirade, she could say a full paragraph without taking a breather.

It was always so wonderful when she used her 'I'm two minutes older' card over my head. I thought men were the ones that swelled their egos, but not her, not my sister. "I hope you at least saved some brain cells for our birthday in three weeks." Finally, she scoffed angrily when she realized her hovering wasn't going to speed me up. I heard the tap of her shoes when she finally walked away.

The night before, Alice and I went to a dance club with a few friends of ours that we've known since kindergarten. They also attended the University with us. It was the first time I had ever gone to a club. We normally went to bars to hang out. Nothing too spectacular.

My best friend Angela, Alice's best friend Rosalie, and our buddies Eric and Mike were also there. It was a never forget kind of night considering the nasty hangover that was pounding away at my brain.

I was huddled in the bathroom, slowly but surely trying to finish getting dressed. I, very gently, pulled a brush through my hair, desperately trying to avoid any more pain to my head than necessary.

When I finished, and opened the door to the bathroom, I come face to face with Alice. I squealed loudly and shouted, "What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me, Alice! Jesus Christ, can't I have some freakin' privacy for once around here?" I asked rhetorically.

"It's about fucking time. I was starting to think you fell in," she said to me with her hands perched on her hips. She shook her head, rolled her eyes at me and walked away. I didn't even hear her come back up the stairs. She was stealthy when she wanted to be.

It was scary sometimes.

"I'm not going to apologize, so get the fuck over it. I feel like shit, and to top it off, I started my damn period. I thought being on birth control was supposed to make your cycles regular?" I looked to Alice for some insight but I knew she wasn't going to give me the answer I was looking for. Knowing her, she'd laugh at me and give me shit for being the 'Last American Virgin' on birth control. I wasn't entirely a virgin, though. No one knew about the night I almost lost my cherry. That's a whole other story. So, technically I'm still a virgin, but then again, does it count when he barely pushes in and then passes out? There wasn't any kind of pain or blood that I was aware of.

It was completely embarrassing, so I never told anyone about it. Plus, my almost cherry popper decided it would be best if we didn't see each other anymore and requested that I please not say anything to anyone about our little mishap. He was definitely more embarrassed than I was.

Alice still gave me crap for being on birth control for no reason considering I technically was a virgin. Go figure. It's wasn't like I hadn't had a chance to…ya know, and I wasn't holding out for marriage, either. I just felt like I should be in love when it happened. Well, except my "almost cherry popper".

Otherwise, there was nothing wrong with waiting. And, I've fooled around. I know what goes where and so forth. She makes me sound like a prude.

Alice looked at me incredulously, "Bella, you know better than to ask me such a fucked up question. Maybe if you started getting laid…" she trailed off, looking like I was stupid before she turned and headed to the front door of our condo. She acted like a diva, which, if I might add, was so freaking irritating.

"By the way, you have to drive. My car's in the shop and I can't pick it up until Monday," she said while grabbing her purse from the front table and tossing my keys at me.

Ahhhh… and there was the silver lining. I loved my truck, and she hated it with a passion. A lot of people thought my truck was meant for a guy, but screw that. I had a bad ass truck. I got myself a Navy Blue Dodge Ram 4x4. It had a six inch suspension lift, three inch body lift and thirty nine inch tires. It was a monster compared to what Alice drove…a girly little, itty bitty BMW Z4. I could barely look at it, let alone sit in it for over three hours. She swore I was switched at birth with some hillybilly down from the mountains. Daddy tried to tell her that there was nothing wrong with a pretty girl having a truck like mine.

After I sat and listened to Alice bitch for ten minutes because my truck was too high off the ground, we finally got on the road. She just needed to get in, relax and grab the bar by the window when she needed.

Our drive to Forks was supposed to take about three and a half hours, but knowing Alice, it would take five. She always had to pee fifty times before we got there. I really thought she should see a doctor about her abnormally small bladder, but finally we made it to our parents' house around four o'clock in the afternoon.

My parents own a huge piece of property on the northern side of Forks. Needless to say, their house wasn't so small, either. It was another piece of family inheritance.

Pulling up the long driveway, you could catch a glimpse into the backyard where our huge playhouse that Charlie had built for us when we were little. I knew my mom wanted to keep that stuff around in hopes of grandchildren someday. Alice would probably beat me to it. Her and her boyfriend Jasper had been together forever. It was just a matter of time before Jasper swept her off her feet with a proposal.

"Hi Mom, Hi Dad..." I said as my mom came barreling towards me and Alice. She was always enthusiastic about us arriving. We were her babies and cherished every moment she could get with us.

"Ung...dang mom." I grumbled. "You just saw us two weeks ago. It's not like it's been two months or two years," I said trying to catch the breath that she knocked out of me with her typical mom hug.

Mom looked at me endearingly. "Bella, sweetie, you and Alice are my only babies. You'll understand one day when you have children of your own," she said as she choked me to death with another hug. I could hear Alice make gasping sounds to try and ease Renee's hold on us. Mom finally released us so we could breathe.

"Alice honey, no Jasper this weekend?" Charlie wondered aloud. Jasper usually came with us when we visited Forks so he could visit with his parents, as well.

"Nope, sorry pops, I know how much you love Jasper, but he had some sort of project due for school on Monday. With this being his last year, he had tons of extra work to do before graduation. He got a little behind and needed this weekend to catch up," Alice said while making her way over to where our father leaned up against the counter in the kitchen. After hugging and giving him a small kiss on his cheek, we sat down at the table.

Jasper also went to the University of Washington with us, or UDub as everyone likes to call it. However, that was where the similarities ended. He was a year ahead of Alice and I, and we were all on extremely different paths. Alice was majoring in Fashion Design and as of right now, I was majoring in English Literature. I hoped to one day be a successful writer or a teacher. Jazz was majoring in Psychology. He was in his fourth year and would be graduating. Alice and Jasper were definitely meant for one another, though. It was weird considering Alice's best friend was her boyfriend's sister.

Our weekend went pretty quick. Dad graciously accepted his award from the Mayor of Forks and after mingling amongst his co-workers, we decided to head home. Alice and I spent the rest of the weekend just hanging out with our parents.

But, the trip had to end and on our way home, it decided to rain. Of course it being Washington state, that was a given.

Once we were about halfway home, the rain picked up and it started to downpour to the point where I couldn't see the road in front of me. I was about to pull over and sit under an overpass until the rain settled, but all of a sudden one of my tires blew out.

It was a back tire, but it still sucked all the same.

"Of all the times to have a blow out, it has to be raining." I thought aloud, unluckily.

I let my foot off the gas, flicked on my hazard lights and slowly pulled my truck under the overpass. I hoped I wouldn't get too soaked changing my tire. I wasn't going to count on it, though.

About the time I reached for the handle to open my door, a black SUV pulled up in front of my truck.

I looked over at Alice with a questioning look and she warned me to stay put because he or she could be a serial killer or rapist. I agreed and stayed inside the truck.

A tall dark haired guy hopped out of his SUV and approached my truck holding and umbrella. Even though we were under an overpass, the rain was pelting us.

I reluctantly rolled down my window just enough to see what he wanted.

"Hey, um...do you need any help? I was behind you and saw your tire blow out and thought I would offer a hand," said the absolutely beautiful specimen standing outside of my window.

I glanced over at Alice to get her opinion. "Should I call AAA or let Mr. Gorgeous help?" I asked winking at her.

"Do you want to wait for AAA? I mean, I'm not getting any bad vibes from this guy and you know I'm pretty good at the vibe thing. I really don't wanna sit around and wait." retorted Alice exasperatingly.

"Okay. Keep an eye out, though. You hear or see anything not normal, you better call 911," I said, reaching for a flashlight in the glove box.

"Promise." Alice agreed while putting up two fingers like she was doing a scouts honor. She wasn't even a damn girl scout let alone a boy scout. I think I developed a permanant eye roll from the stupid shit she does.

I finally turned towards the absolutely gorgeous man standing beside my truck and accepted his help. When I opened my truck door to get out, I glanced up and the light from inside the cab shined into his beautiful bluish green orbs. They put a little flutter in my belly. I had never seen eyes like his before, especially eyes that color. They were the clearest color of blue/green, I had ever seen. His long, dark lashes really made the color stand out. Even with it dark outside, they were very noticeable. There were some pretty hot guys in this world, but this guy stood in his own category.

"I really appreciate you stopping to help. Not too many people would. They'd probably think 'Better them than me." I giggled a little when I said that because I was nervous. If I didn't control myself, I would end up with diarrhea of the mouth and he'd know my entire life story. There wasn't much to it, but still, he didn't need to know.

"No problem at all. I've actually been driving behind you since Forks." He said as we made our way to the back of my truck. "I can't imagine having to change a tire on this monster," he said with a smirk. I knew he was trying to be polite, but I also knew what most people thought about my truck. It was mine, it was paid for and I was proud of it.

"Well," I said with a shrug. "I'm not your typical girl; I like big stuff." I glanced toward Mr. Gorgeous, realizing I completely left myself open for any sexual innuendo.

I could feel the scarlet blush run over me, so I quickly continued, "I really do appreciate your help. I know I'd still be sitting here waiting for AAA to show up." I said nervously. I was using my peripheral vision to take in his hotness. He was definitely easy on the eyes, and I really couldn't stop saying appreciate.

I hated being nervous.

"I'm Edward, by the way," he said as he extended his hand for me to shake.

"Um...I'm Bella; it's nice to meet you." I reached out to shake his hand. It was so soft and warm. It felt comforting; it felt right touching him.

As I was getting the jack out of the bed of my truck, my foot caught on a crack in the side of the road and I fell flat on my ass. Sitting with my head in my hands from embarrassment, I then felt hands under my arms helping me up. I got caught off guard and stumbled into Edwards' chest. I put both hands up to push away, but couldn't help feel what was under his shirt.

Hard, muscular and warm.

After my humiliating fall, we finally got my tire changed. Edward helped me toss my jack and blown tire into the bed of the truck. I'd have to order a new tire when I took Alice to pick up her car.

"Well, thanks again for your help. I really don't think I could've changed my tire by myself. My sister is too much of a princess to get her hands dirty," I said, pointing over my shoulder to where my sister sat in the truck.

"Not a problem at all; I'm glad I could help. I was wondering why such a small girl is driving such a monstrosity," Edward said to me while we started walking towards the front of my truck.

I got irritated a little, but pushed it away. I didn't know this person, but calling me a girl? I didn't like that. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Most cars change lanes when they see me coming." I giggled and shook my head trying to get rid of the fact he called me a girl. It was still bugging me.

"Well Edward, it was nice to meet you." The sooner I got away from him, the quicker my temper would ebb. "I need to get back on the road before my sister starts having a coronary. She hasn't seen her boyfriend all weekend and withdrawal symptoms are kicking in." Edward laughed and shook his head.

"It was nice to meet you, too, Bella. Be safe on your way home." With that being said, Edward made his way back to his SUV. I noticed he stopped and glanced back at me like he wanted to say something else, but I didn't pay attention to him and climbed into my truck.

When I got back in to leave, Alice was staring at me with pursed lips. "What?" I asked her considering she was looking at me like I did something suspicious. When I pulled back onto the interstate, Edward turned and continued to his vehicle. I watched him as long as I could considering the pouring rain beating against the windshield. And to top it off, I was completely soaked to the core.

"Oh, I got a vibe and it definitely wasn't a bad one, either," she said, playfully hitting my arm.

"Forget it, Alice. He's long gone and I'll never see him again. What are the chances of me meeting my soul mate on the side of the road in the pouring down rain?" I groaned and rolled my eyes at my ridiculous sister.

We finally made it back home that night about ten o'clock. I had to make sure to call Charlie and let him know that we made it home safely and about my flat tire. Of course the first thing Alice did when she walked through the door was call Jasper on her way up the stairs to her room.

I grabbed a bottle of water and headed up to my room and into my bathroom to take a nice hot shower. Changing a tire in the rain was definitely a dirty job.

Once I was showered and in bed, it didn't take long to find dreamland and Edward was there.

Waiting Naked.


OKAY! Let me have it.

My schedule for this will be much like my last story. Definitely on Sundays, but more than likely one or maybe two during the week.

I hope to keep everyone's attention with this one. There's some spots that give me the giggles in this story.

Can't wait to hear from you.

XOXO

Steph