I remember quite vividly the first time I became acquainted with the Cullens

I remember quite vividly the first time I became acquainted with the Cullens. It was my first day of sophomore year, and their first year in Forks. The first day of school. I've always thought it has an ominous sound to it, that phrase.

Charlie and Renee had, as an early birthday present, bought me a truck. A horrendous hunk of metal, but one that I loved dearly. I was so proud of it, and anxious to drive it to school.

When I found a parking spot and had parked, I hopped out of my car, laden with books, my bag, my lunch, and, of course, my two left feet. I was looking forward and didn't quite see where I was going. There was a rather large stone median in my way, and I tripped over it, falling on top of a shiny, sparkling Volvo. It wouldn't have been such a big deal. Except that the owners of the car were still inside it. And, of course, that I was holding the keys to my truck in my hand.

It happened in slow motion, really. As soon as I started my downward descent, I locked eyes with the driver of the car. His mouth opened, slowly, in agony. I noticed, rather dazedly, that he was gorgeous. And I was mutilating his car.

When I fell on the car, the alarm went off. There was an accompanying screech of metal. I gasped in horror. The whole parking lot stopped, looked over to the honking car, registered that I had fallen, and resumed their business. In the meantime, the passengers of the car piled out.

A group of four of them held back, near the backseat door, and sniggered quietly. The driver, the most beautiful, rushed over to me. He quickly looked me over, and sensing no apparent injuries, turned his attention to his car.

His mouth opened in unadulterated shock. "My car…" He breathed. "God in Heaven…" He looked lost, like something near and dear to his heart had died. It was only a scratch, right? I looked at the offending scratch. Right, just a scratch.

He turned to me. "You…you scratched my car." I was horrified. (And beet red, I'm sure.)

"I'm so sorry," I rushed. "It was a complete accident; I can pay to have it fixed." He turned and stomped to the car, wrenched open the door and turned off the alarm which had been screeching the whole time.

He walked back to barely a foot away and fumed. I stood there, appalled, not knowing quite what to do. He buried his head in his hands and his voice came out muffled.

"Paying won't be necessary. I hope you're alright." And he walked away.

A passenger of the car in question danced over to me. "I could always paint over it with some nail polish, Edward!" We looked at his retreating back, and he made no sign he had heard her. She snickered and extended her hand. "I'm Alice." She pointed over her shoulder. "Jasper and Rosalie Hale, Emmett Cullen. That boor," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "was Edward."

I could still feel myself blushing as the family looked on at me. "I'm Bella. Bella Swan," I said, "If there is anything I can do, please, please tell me. I don't want him to hate me."

Alice grabbed my arm and we trailed behind the others, walking to the school.

"He's only taking it so hard because he has no human attachments. That car is his soul mate," she tinkled, and I blushed again.

I had damaged his one true love.

Things between Edward and I hadn't been so hot after that. He talked to me pleasantly, and I was on good terms with the rest of his family, but…sparks still flew. Like that one time in gym…er, but we won't delve into that just yet.

That's why, when I got the news that I was to play a duet with Edward Cullen, I was more than a little horrified.

AN: This will be a fun story. I think so, anyway. Tell me what you think!