Disclaimer! I don't own Twilight or anything to do with Twilight.

My sister and I wrote this together, however, I did most of it. lol

J.M.J.

Bright Green Eyes

Tuesday

I moved in with my sister Alice, two months ago, for college. It was very hard to tell that we were sisters because we were opposites, she was really, really short, had short black hair, very pale skinned, had bright gold eyes that changed color, was very hyper, and was…dead. Did I mention she was a bloodsucking vampire? Also, she had a special gift she could see the future. Whereas, I was alive for starters, didn't have a special power, 5'4", had long dark brown hair with a little glint of red in it, and was not a very up-beat person.

Alice worked at a dance studio just down the road that she taught all different types of dances at. She drug me there every chance she got. I didn't like dancing mostly because my dance partners ended up going to the ER.

"Oh! I'm so excited! We're waltzing today!" Alice said, cheerfully.

"Do I have to come today?" I whined.

"Yes, Rosalie's boyfriend is bringing his brother."

"So?"

"You are going to be his dance partner. Now get ready." She said, whilst laying a pair of faded blue jeans and a black and grey striped shirt on the bed for me. She was one of those girls that went shopping 24-7, save when she was using me as her human Barbie doll.

After my failed attempt to talk my way out of this disaster, I slipped on the jeans and the shirt.

"Can I drive myself today?" I planned to make an early escape.

"I guess, but you better be there on time," she snapped.

"I will," I promised.

Fifteen minutes after Alice left, I started heading out the door. I climbed into my red big red ram F-150. And started driving, twenty minutes later I was there. Hoping I wouldn't kill anybody today, I climbed out of my truck, walked over by Alice, her boyfriend Jasper, and Rose.

Jasper was tall, had short dirty blond hair, had the same unusually bright golden eyes as Alice, and was also a vampire. However, he had a special gift. He could feel and send out emotions.

Rose was a tall blond, very skinny, very pale, had those golden eyes, loved shopping, and was also dead.

"Hey," I said, announcing my presence.

"Hi." Jasper replied.

Rose acknowledged me by whining, "Where are the boys?" She wasn't the most patient person.

Five minutes later two boys walked into the studio. One was big. He looked like he spent most of his time at the gym. I guessed that was Rose's new boyfriend Emmett, because Rose sauntered her way over to him and gave him a big hug. The other boy was about 5'7", his hair was the odd color of copper, he had very pale skin, and his eyes were an amazingly, breathtaking bright green. He looked younger than Emmett but still appeared to be a very strong boy. Did I mention that he was probably the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen in my life? I caught myself staring at him, and quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed.

Rose brought Emmett and his brother over to us.

"Everybody this is Emmett and his brother Edward."

"Assume the positions!" Alice shrieked. "Edward, you and Bella are going to be dance partners."

Distracted by the sight of this handsome stranger, I forgot that while I was dancing I resembled something close to a flailing monkey. And I was suddenly hit with this knowledge of my dancing abilities, or lack thereof, as Edward led me to the middle of the studio. I avoided his eyes, wishing he wouldn't have to see my pathetic clumsiness. I had waltzed before, all I have to do is concentrate and I won't hurt anyone, at least not fatally. That's what I told myself at least. I took a deep breath and released it. He took my hand in his, placed his other around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. His hands were as cold as ice. I didn't remember it being too cold outside. Before I could give anymore thought to this little mystery, we started dancing.

He had definitely done this before. I was looking down at my feet trying not to crush his toe under my combat boots, but slipped when he brought me back in from a twirl. I pulled away biting my lip, and looked up apologetically.

"Are you ok? I'm so sorry," I apologized. I could feel my face heating up. But as I looked into his mercifully tearless face, I saw his face break into a beautiful crooked smile that stopped my heart.

"I'm uninjured," he chuckled. His velvet voice was ringing in my head, the most amazing voice I had ever heard. It sounded like he sang the words.

Thankfully, he refrained from the twirling for the rest of the class.

Alice finally announced the end of the class by calling out, "Good job everybody! We will be doing the salsa on Thursday." I was a little surprised to find that this time I was somewhat disappointed. Even though I was a terrible dancer, this would be the only time I would see Edward. I didn't want to say good-bye.

However, everybody started to gather back into the corner again and I attempted to make my escape off the accursed dance floor. But stopped when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and heard a lunarious, heart-fluttering voice I'd heard just once before.

"I'm pretty sure the girls have made plans for us all tonight," he said with his eyes drilling into the depths of my soul. When he finally released my eyes, he took my hand again and walked me to our group.

"You did very well today, Bella. Your previous dance partners are probably wondering why you attempted to kill them and not Edward." Alice giggled.

I blushed and shot her a glare trying to communicate my threat on her credit cards.

"Thanks," I muttered, ignoring her comment. Last Thursday, I broke my partner's leg. Maybe boots weren't good dancing shoes.

"But don't think I missed that slip of yours, Bella," Alice said. "How's your foot, Edward?" I blushed again.

"Wow! Three in a row that's a new record even for you, Bella," Rosalie threw in, intensifying the blush. Thankfully Edward came to the rescue seeing that I wasn't having much fun being the butt of the joke.

"So are we going to eat or not?"

"We are going to go to Apple Bees," Alice said "You're riding with Bella because my car is full." Her yellow Porsche 911 Turbo only sat two people, herself and Jasper.

"Andsoismine!" Emmett said quickly and we all laughed.

"Ok. Well, we're going to head over and get a seat," I announced.

"We'll be there shortly we just have to close," Alice said.

We walked to the truck together, my hand still trapped in Edward's. Not that this was an unpleasant thing. I felt very feeble when he held my hand in his iron grasp.

"Can I have my hand back? Since I'm going to be driving," I teased. He let go of my hand and climbed in. He actually jumped when the engine roared I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

"Be glad that it starts at all. It died on me once, before I even left the driveway." And with that little tidbit of information, Edward was suddenly strapping the seatbelt like he was about to be launched into hyperspace. I can't imagine how he could have been frightened by our speed though. He cranked down his window. We proceeded out of the parking lot and down the road at a pace that would shame a snail. And I'm proud to say that we were only passed once, and that turtle must have been on steroids. The ride was silent other than the background music…and the shockingly loud roar of the engine.

A half hour later, we got out of the truck and headed for the Apple Bee's entrance. He walked ahead of me and opened the door for me.

As soon as we were in the building the waitress took one look at Edward and started hyperventilating. I pretended to be interested in a plant to allow her time to calm herself. I realized I was staring at a tree, and quickly looked at the giant fish tank, containing many exotic looking fish. Wow, I was just staring at a tree. Yes, I am a genius. I must not have been the only uncomfortable one because Edward said, "What do you call a fish with no eyes?"

"A blind fish."

He shook his head. "No, a fsh."

I laughed, and he joined with a laugh that said "I can't believe I just told a joke that stupid!"

Finally, the hostess calmed herself enough to ask, "A table for two?"

"We would like to sit at the bar, and there are four more coming," Edward offered.

She led us to the bar, and we grabbed a chair. Edward sat next to me.

"Sorry about stepping on you earlier, I'm not really a fan of dancing." I said needing to hear his voice again.

"I'm fine. If you don't like dancing, then why do you go?" He gazed at me, and it took me a while to reply.

"Uh, when Alice sets her mind to something, it's harder to dissuade her than a model that thinks she should laser the monstrous zit off her forehead," I stated simply.

He laughed. I was so lost in the sound that his next words shocked me slightly. "So, are you coming on Thursday?" I could feel my heart rate pick up as I detected the hopefulness in his tone.

"According to Alice, yep. Are you?"

"Yes."

He was about to say something more when the rest of the group came in and were laughing hysterically. They grabbed their chairs. Another couple walked in and the man helped his girlfriend onto her chair, but when he went to sit down, his chair was suddenly stolen by a grinning Emmett who ran across the bar next to Rosalie. "Musical chairs!" Emmett boomed still laughing hysterically.

"What are you laughing about?" I demanded. They didn't answer. They just burst into even more laughter. "What is the big joke?" But they still wouldn't answer. The bartender came over, and it took several tries before they were able to speak coherently enough to place their drink orders.

"Can I get a strawberry margarita?" Alice asked

"Same," Rose said.

"Corona Extra, with a lime" Emmett and Jasper said at the same time. Edward muttered something that sounded like "Not again."

"I'll have a Fuzzy Navel," I said.

"I'll have a Bud Ice," Edward said politely.

The waitress scurried off, with a giggle.

"So, what was so funny?" I asked.

"Oh My Cullen, Jasper, you tell them," Emmett said.

"'Oh my Cullen?'" I asked.

"It makes him feel very important and special," Jasper said rolling his eyes. "Anyway, so when we walked in, we saw all of the waitresses were breathless, giggling with unfocused eyes, and some were even pulling out their inhalers. I wanted to know what it was all about. So we waited a few seconds till their boss walked up in all his glory with his designer shoes and asked 'What's going on?' as he flicked his wrist, a sign of his apparent impatience. One of the waitress that managed to call herself back to the land of the living, managed to say, between giggles, 'there is …the hottest guy …I…I…I have ever seen …in our restaurant!' and the boss asked 'Oh my gosh! Where?' And she pointed right at you. Then the boss fainted and fell flat on his face."

By the end of Jasper's animated story, everyone was rocking at the bar laughing, except Edward, who scowled deeply. By the time the bartender came back over with the drinks most of us had managed to stop. Every now and then a random snort would burst from Emmett.

"Have you decided what you want yet?" the bartender asked, ogling at Edward. I can't be sure, but I think I saw a little bit of drool dripping from the left side of her mouth.

Edward looked to me, indicating that I should go, because he wasn't getting anything. Being a vampire and all, he didn't want to have to throw it up later. I hadn't thought about it yet. I glanced at the menu.

"I will have the BBQ burger, medium well, with a side of tater tots." Alice rolled her eyes. She disapproved of my love for tots. I only laughed.

After recording my order the bartender was off. All of us started laughing again. A few minutes later, the waitress came back with my food. As I ate I tried to avoid topics that would bring humiliation my way. I was fairly successful. I was finished eating and Edward was done drinking, but they weren't.

"Emmett, we should get going, I have to work in the morning," Edward said.

"No, I'm not ready to leave yet. But I'm sure the waitress or the waiter would love to take you home." Emmett suggested with a snort. Edward gave him the I'm-going-to-stab-you-in-the-neck-with-a-fork glare. Not that it would do much to a vampire.

"I need to get going too. I have a busy day tomorrow. I could drop you off on the way, if you would like," I offered.

"Yes, please."

We got down from the bar stools and walked towards the exit. The waiter passed us and let out a small whistle. Edward threw the exit open and walked so fast you might have mistaken it for a jog, to the truck. We climbed in, I started the truck, but this time he didn't jump.

"Take a left out of the parking lot and I will tell you when to turn," he said sounding annoyed.

I glanced at him and saw that he had his eyes closed and was pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. I couldn't stand seeing him like that, and I needed to hear his voice again.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Not really," he answered, frustrated.

"I'm all ears if you would like to explain."

He hesitated and then said with a sigh, "I just wish people would see that I'm a person, not a piece of meat that you can stare at. And the fact that it was a guy doesn't make me feel better."

"I understand what you mean. At my high school in Phoenix there was this guy, Eric Yorkie, easily identified as the most annoying little twit that ever lived. But anyway back to the point, he used to put little sticker cameras in my car."

He opened his eyes, turned to look at me in shock and mumbled something that sounded like "I will crush his skull if you would like."

"Wow, talk about having a psycho stalker," he said in shock "What did you do?"

"I didn't know about it until one day when I saw a weird looking sticker on my visor. I peeled it off and looked on the back. It said 'Eric Yorkie's Bella cam.' I didn't understand how he could be so just flat out cold! I mean I knew he enjoyed my clumsiness but I didn't think he would enjoy it that much. I was furious. There weren't words in the dictionary to describe what a jerk he was. I went looking for him and finally I found him in the library. I stuck the camera to his forehead and yelled, 'What kind of repulsive moron are you? I'm appalled to see that you Eric Yorkie would do such a thing, and not just to me but to anyone! The scum of the earth only begins to describe you! I despise you with an everlasting passion! Nothing could describe your insanity! You are the most vile, self-centered, moronic, insensitive jerk I have ever met and I never in the rest of my clumsy life, want to see your fugly face or your little sticker cameras again! And for all of the words you didn't understand here is a dictionary!' and then I threw a dictionary at his face."

"Wow, you really know how to tell someone off. But there was something I'm curious about: does the clumsy part explain the accident on the dance floor?"

I felt the heat come to my cheeks, and nodded. "And also," he continued, "you think he liked watching you because you were clumsy?"

"Why else would he spy on me?" I was curious as to what he meant.

"You obviously don't see yourself clearly."

What did he mean by that? I see myself clearly. I stumble over things all the time, and there always seems to be somebody there to point it out or laugh. I stopped because we were at a dead end. Except for the forest and another road, that we had already passed, there was absolutely nothing in sight.

"I really love your house it's amazing, very in touch with nature," I teased.

I turned to face him.

"Oops, I wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry." His voice was very sincere.

"It's ok," I said. Our eyes met and for a minute I forgot how to breathe. Gorgeous only began describing his bottomless bright green eyes. It was very difficult but I tore my eyes off of him and turned the truck around. We got about a half a mile down the rode when the truck began to roll weird. Oh. Schnitzel. I checked the tire it had a big piece of metal in it.

"What! How on earth did that get here?," I said, shocked. I climbed back in the truck, and looked over to see Edward looking out the window, his lips pressed into a hard line trying very hard not to laugh. When he caught a glimpse of my face, he burst with laughter.

"Wow, I thought that's what made this truck special to you, is that it was indestructible, apparently not," he teased, after taking in a few gasps of air to help calm himself.

"Oh, shut up," I snapped, playfully.

"I bet this thing is older than I am," he teased, yet again bursting into laughter.

After calming himself, he asked, "Well…..what is the plan?"

"I'm not sure," I said whilst climbing out of the truck.

He got out of the truck and walked to my side.

"Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"No, I just moved here."

We stood there for a while, in silence.

"I have an idea, I can call someone to come help us," he said, breaking the silence. He felt around inside his pockets for his phone. He sighed.

"I left it in Emmett's jeep. Do you have yours?"

"I don't have a cell-phone. I'm going to try and find some help," I announced. I started walking down the road with Edward beside me. It was very dark there weren't any street lights or signs. My mind wandered back to what Edward had said earlier. Why else would Eric hide cameras in my car? Besides to watch me be my Very-Unusual-Clumsy-Self.

"I think we should go back to the truck," Edward said, interrupting my thoughts. We had walked about a half a mile and still nothing was in sight besides the forest. But I wasn't done looking yet. I was going to find help if it took me all night.

"You can go back to the truck if you want, but I'm going to keep looking." I said stubbornly. I kept walking; Edward let out a big sigh but kept walking right beside me.

"I'm not going to leave you out here by yourself."

We walked for about ten minutes in silence. I was getting pretty tired but there was no way I was going to sleep. I sang the Candy Mountain song over and over in my head.

"You look like your about to freeze," Edward said. I didn't even realize that I was shivering and my teeth were chattering, until he brought it up.

"I'm n-n-not," I lied very unconvincingly.

"Sure you're n-n-not." He mocked. "Bella, your teeth are chattering and you can't stop shivering." The sound of him saying my name rang in my head. "We are going back to the car," he said again, only this time he grabbed my jacket and started dragging me back to the truck.

"But I'm n-n-not c-c-cold. I want to keep l-l-looking," I lied about the first part.

"You are very stubborn and a bad liar," he said with a chuckle. I am a bad liar. My mom used to call me "her little open book." I gave up.

"Fine!" I snapped, while yanking my jacket out of his grip. This was not the smartest idea because I tripped on something. He caught me just before I hit the rough concrete. I pulled away from him.

"Are you ok?" he asked very sincere.

"I'm fine" I reassured him.

We started walking again, but at a faster pace, it was very quiet. I felt like a like an immature little kid for throwing a fit like that. I sighed.

"I'm sorry"

"For what?" he asked, shortly.

"For acting like a five year old and throwing a fit like that."

"I forgive you. To tell you the truth, you're pretty cute when you're upset."

It was really quiet. It wouldn't have bothered me if it was someone besides Edward, but it was Edward and the silence was driving me insane. I tried to think of something to say that wasn't too random. It didn't work that well.

"How has your day been?" I asked in a casual tone, not able to stand the silence any longer.

He smiled a little, but it looked forced. "Okay. How was yours?"

"It's been good, other then the tire and stepping on your toe, which I'm really sorry for."

"It's fine."

The silence resumed. If he didn't want to talk, then I wasn't going to force him. After about five minutes, the sound of his voice broke the silence.

"So, what are your plans for tomorrow?" He sounded hopeful.

"I'm going to look for a job, which could take a while. You said you have to work in the morning," I remembered. "Where do you work?"

"I work at a music store."

"Cool. What kind of music do you listen to?"

"Oldies and Classical are my favorites."

We were at the truck. I tried to open the door, but my fingers were numb. I grabbed the handle with one hand and slammed the palm of my other hand into the button. It opened and I climbed in, with my hand burning from slamming it into the door. I grabbed my coat off the floor of the truck and slipped it on. I pushed the button on the radio to check the time 12:00 a.m.

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