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BPOV

As I looked around the room, I wondered why I bothered coming. I saw no familiar face; I herd no familiar voice.

"Bella."

That's my name. Isabella Marie Swan, but I go by Bella. I'm average height; have long, kind of wavy brown hair, and brown eyes. I am no super model by any standards; even though I am the only one I know who thinks that.

"Yeah," I said as I turned around, only to be met by my best friend in the entire world (but don't tell Alice). Edward Anthony Mason. Edward is unbelievably beautiful. He has hair that is brown with a golden tint in it, dreamy green eyes, and a voice sings to you every time you hear him speak. And to top it all off, he has the body of a super model! Can you say major hottie? 'Cause I know I can.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance with me."

"I would love to."

Right now we're at a charity dance for the hospital. Mr. Mason invited me along. He works at the hospital, so I get to see him a lot because of how clumsy I am. Edward already knows it's dangerous for me to be in heels alone, not even dancing. He takes care of me, and I'd trust him with my life.

I can't bare to look up at Edward, so I look down at my feet to hide both my embarrassment and to make sure I don't make to much of a fool out of myself.

"What's the matter, love?" I always got so embarrassed when he called me that.

"Nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Hmm I don't know; maybe because you are doing nothing but admiring the floor tiles and our shoes."

I had to laugh when he said that. He could always make me smile.

"Well, you are wearing the most adorable shoes. I love how you managed to get out of the house wearing Converse with your tux."

"And I love how Alice managed to convince you to wear those high heels."

"More like threatened!"

"Of course. What did she threat you with this time?"

"Oh, only one of my deepest darkest secrets. Nothing big or anything."

"And do I know this secret you are referring to Isabella?"

"No you do not Eddie. You were the one who she threatened to tell."

He knows how much I hated being called Isabella, no matter how lovely it sounds coming from him. And conveniently, I just so happen to know how much he loves being called Eddie. He brought it upon himself by calling me Isabella.

"Why? It can't be that bad. You can tell me! I promise I won't tell anyone!"

"Come here and I'll tell you." As we made our way off the dance floor back to our seats, I had devised a plan to get back at him for calling me Isabella.

"So, you really want to know?"

"Yes. Now that I know you're keeping a secret from me, I will do anything to know what it is!"

"Fine." I looked around to make sure nobody was looking. Then, I leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Did you honestly think I was going to tell you that easily?"

Then I smacked him upside the head, and started laughing at his expression.

"OW! What the heck did you do that for?" He said while he was rubbing the spot where I hit him.

"That was for calling me Isabella."

"Fine. I guess I deserved that."

I was about to mutter a response when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and saw 'Little Pixie Alice' come across the screen. I felt Edward look over to see who it was and started laughing.

"Go ahead and answer it," he said.

"Okay. Hello?"

"BELLA!" I had to hold the phone away from my ear. She could be so loud!

"What do you want Alice?" I was getting annoyed with her for taking away the time I was spending with Edward.

"I was just calling to see how wearing heels was going."

"Good. None of the doctors had to help me yet. I have to go, Alice. I'll call you later." I hung up on her and turned my phone on silent.

I looked over to see Edward clutching his stomach and about to fall off of his chair because he was laughing so hard.

"Little Pixie Alice? That's a good one!"

"Shut up and let's go dance."

"Okay, love." He said, embarrassing me again.

We danced for the remaining part of the night until it was time to go. I have to say, Edward is a really good dancer.

"Bella, I want to show you something. How about I pick you up after school?"

"Sure. See you tomorrow Edward."

"Goodnight Bella."

"Goodnight Edward." Edward started to lean forward, but stopped himself. I was a little confused, but I shook it off. As I dove home and before I fell asleep, I couldn't help but wonder what Edward was going to do.


AN: Okay, that wasn't to bad was it? I hope everybody liked it and I would greatly appreciate it if you give me your opinion on how I did. This is my first story on here so I hope you enjoyed it!