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BPOV

Chapter 1- First Sight

It was an afternoon like any other. As usual, I had driven off-campus for lunch. I went to a different restaurant then I normally did. I figured I had to start doing things differently. Little did I know that this small change of the matter of where I ate would change my life forever.

I was driving around Port Angeles, trying to figure out what I wanted to eat other than what I usually had. I heard a loud horn behind me as I realized the stoplight had turned green. I was spacing again. Renée always said that I would get myself in some unbelievable predicament from it one day, which was hard to believe.

I then passed a restaurant that appeared to be worthy of my picky appetite. I parked close to it and walked in, hoping for good food. As I was making my way down to one of the booths, I spotted a row of arcade games lined up in a corner. When I was just looking around the restaurant, I noticed a boy wiping off a table a few rows down. He looked different from most of the guys I knew. He was extremely handsome, but there seemed to be something hiding underneath his attractive exterior. He had ruffled copper brown hair, and abnormally pale skin. He looked to be about 17 or 18, probably a senior in high school or a freshman in college. The boy looked in my direction and I jumped, startled. His eyes were incredible. One was bright green, and the other a deep gold. Even from a distance, they could not pass by unnoticed. I wondered how that could be possible. Maybe he was wearing contacts. I realized I was spacing out again when I heard a voice near me.

"Have you ordered yet?"

I looked up and saw the boy towering over me. He had to be at least six feet tall.

"U-um no. I'll just have some Dr. Pepper please." My face flushed a deep red.

This guy was way too cute. And his eyes-

"Excuse me, Miss, we don't have Dr. Pepper, but we do have root beer, if you'd like that instead."

"That'll be fine, thanks." I smiled as he walked away. He seemed to be limping just slightly. I contemplated on the possibilities of why this was until he came back.

"Here's your root beer Miss." He set down the glass full of ice and sugary soda. "Would you like anything else?"

"Um, no thank you, but I have a question, if you don't mind." I looked down embarrassed. My curiosity made me do crazy things sometimes, and this was one of those times.

"What is it?" the Boy's face seems both surprised and confused.

"I'm not trying to pry or anything, but I noticed that you were limping a little……" I trailed off, hoping I wouldn't have to say anymore.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Boy burst out into hysterical laughter. Why was he laughing? What was so funny? Not that it sounded annoying (it actually sounded quite nice) but his laughter went on for so long I got tired of hearing it. I then started to pout, embarrassed again over this somewhat delusional boy.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I-it's j-just t-that question just then w-was s-so-" the Boy continued to laugh, and after a couple minutes he calmed himself down.

"Are you finished? You don't have to answer, but I think it's the least you could

do after that." I grimaced at the thought of this boy laughing that long again.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Some kid just ran over my leg with his bike before my shift today, no big deal." He shrugged.

"Oh. Well then what was so funny!" I replied. Highly annoyed I had to sit through such laughter for that long period of time, especially since he seemed to be lying.

"Listen. I have work to do now, but if you come by tomorrow around the same time, I'll explain everything. You don't have to, but if you want, you can."

"Impossible. I probably won't be coming to this place again anyway. Thank you for your wonderful service." I stated as politely as I could.

"Suit yourself. I'm Edward, by the way. If you change your mind and come by, ask for me." He smiled and I felt myself blush again.

"Highly unlikely, but you can hope." I stood up, trying to look nonchalant, but I failed as soon as I hit my head against the metal lamp hanging from the ceiling. Edward started laughing again, amused by my clumsiness.

"Humph." I stood back up, careful not to hit myself again, and walked towards the door.

"See you later, Spacey." Edward called from behind me.

I turned around, angered at the unbelievably immature nickname he had given me."I have a name, Edward, and it's Bella. B-E-L-L-A, understand?" I stuck my nose in the air and walked to the door, not knowing it was closed. I banged right into it, and the force of the collision knocked me down onto my back.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Edward ran up to me, trying to hold back his laughter.

I stood up carefully, making sure that there was nothing wrong with me.

"Don't push yourself. You hit the floor pretty hard there." Edward stated, still snickering.

"Just so you know, I am perfectly fine. You are extremely lucky that I'm not pressing charges." I informed him, my face turning red once again.

"Well, if you're sure. I'll see you tomorrow, I guess." Edward replied, smiling a smile so dazzling, I almost forgot to breathe.

I took a deep breath and glared at him, making sure he got the message. He was still smiling after five minutes, and my eyes were getting tired, so I said one thing before I left. "Maybe you will"

A/N: hope you like it! This is my first fanfic EVER!(so give me a break guys!)