This one has been in my head for a while. I hope you like it. I do not own any of the twilight characters.

Darkness surrounded me as I made my way home from work, I worked the night shift at a local grocery store, which suited me fine. The only light came from the moon, when the clouds wasn't covering it, there were also a few lights on as I walked passed a few houses. Which was more than enough light for me to make my way home.

The graveyard shift was perfect for me, quiet and busy at the same time. Hardly anyone came in and that meant that I could get on with stacking the shelves and cleaning without interacting with too many people. I took the job specifically for that reason.

As I turned the corner into my street, I noticed all the front doors of my neighbour's houses wide open, with my neighbours standing in front of them. My street was normally empty, especially at one o'clock at night. Everyone kept to themselves and very rarely would I see anyone as I went to work around seven o'clock in the evening. Which was why I moved here.

I didn't bother to stand and find out what had them so interested as I was carrying two heavy grocery bags. As I neared my house I became aware of what had everyone's attention. The house next to mine has been empty for as long as I have lived in this street. Which was around five years now.

However, now there was a large truck with several people moving to and from it. There was a larger man, directing the others, stood on the lawn.

Before I could be caught staring I quickly lowered my head and kept walking. I turned down my path and straight to my door, ignoring everything around me. I intended to make it quickly inside but, the two heavy bags made that hard. I was trying to get the keys out of my handbag whilst still holding them. I could feel one of the bags start to slip, before the milk and eggs could fall, the bag was lifted out of my hands along with the other.

I turned in surprise and my handbag fell from my hands. The man that had been directing the movers was now stood in front of me holding my bags. "Hello, my name is Paul Lahote I'm your new neighbour" he said with a smile. I was just around five feet, he was easily over six with muscles to spare, tanned skin, dark short spiky hair and dark eyes. I quickly recovered myself and picked up my handbag and fished out my keys all without saying a word. He looked at me expectantly, I knew what he was waiting for. I turned and opened my door, then turned back to him and held out my hands for the bags. He smirked at me before stepping around me and bumping me away, so he could walk into my house.

I followed him in anger. "Excuse me, just what do you think you are doing?" I asked. He put my bags down on my kitchen counter and turned to me still smiling. I stood with my hands on my hips "well?" I demanded. He raised an eyebrow at me, which pissed me off. I mean who does this guy think he is. "I was just being helpful, a good neighbour as it were" he explained. I sighed "look your new around here, so let me explain the way it works on this street. Everyone here keeps to themselves, they don't help each other or pop around for a chat. They don't invite people around and they don't just walk into someone's house uninvited" I think I ranted a little bit but hopefully he got the gist. He stood there looking at me as if I had three heads. I didn't like the feeling of being stared at so I moved towards the bags and started unpacking.

He was silent for the entire time as I packed my things away. Once I was done I had no choice but to turn and face him. He still had the strange look on his face. "What!" I demanded. He shook his head "are you serious?" he asked. I folded my arms and nodded my head. He put his hands on his hips and then said "huh". I looked at him expectantly. He eventually took the hint and left, slamming my door a little.

I sighed, yes, I was a bitch to a completely nice man who was just trying to help. I looked around my kitchen it now felt empty without him. As I looked around I noticed something that I haven't noticed for as long as I have been here. There were no personal touches to my home, no one would think an actual person lived here. Why would the absence of a man I just met make me think about this? I mean, I had all the basic things that everyone needs to cook, clean and rest. What I didn't have was anything personal. No pictures of friends or family members or paintings. The only thing I did have that was truly mine was the large bookcase that ran along one wall in my living room. Which was filled with all types of stories from mysteries to romance, from horrors to true stories. I loved to read. I think because it's something you can do alone.

I walked into my living room and looked through the window to the house next door. The moving van was gone and now there was no one moving about. I sighed and before I could change my mind I went to the kitchen and picked up a plate of buns I had made earlier in the day and left my house. Thankfully all the neighbours had gone back into their houses, which meant no prying eyes judging me. I knocked on the door and waited nervously.

Paul opened the door and looked shocked to see me. I couldn't think of what to say, so I walked around him and into his house like he had done to me. I walked quickly into the kitchen, luckily the layout was the same as mine, and placed the buns on the side. I turned to see him still stood at the door looking confused.

I smirked at him and said, "you know how it feels now to have a stranger come into your home without an invitation". He quickly shook his head with a small smile on his face and shut the door before joining me in the kitchen. "Look, don't read anything into this I meant what I said earlier but, I'm sorry for the way I was a minute ago. You were only trying to help and I was a bitch". His smile grew wider "yes, yes you were" he said. I sighed "Let's start over, my name is Bella Swan and, I will try to explain a bit as to why I was a bitch. I live her specifically because I like to keep to myself, I'm not a sociable person and, because of that I'm not use to being helped" I explained nervously. He nodded seeming to accept my explanation and moved towards his fridge and pulled out two beers. He offered me one and I shook my head "no thanks, I should go I have only just finished work. I just wanted to bring you a welcoming slash apology present". I turned to leave, but I stopped at the door. I turned back to him and said "I'm not trying to be a bitch again but, I like my privacy ok. Me bringing you these buns doesn't mean that I want to be friends with you or anything".

He smiled "I thought as much" he said. I nodded and left without responding. I could feel him watching me as I made my way home. It took everything I had not to turn back around the moment I got to my door. Instead I walked inside and quickly made my way in and straight upstairs a bath was sorely needed.

As I soaked in the hot water my thoughts drifted to my new neighbour. His tall physique did things to my insides, I started imagining what could happen if he was in the bath with me when a knock interrupted my fantasy. I sighed got up and wrapped a towel around my body. The knock came again as I made my way downstairs. Whoever it was better be dying or in serious trouble, if not they were gonna be. I opened the door in anger but gasped at the sight of the very man that I was just thinking about.

He looked surprised to see me wet and in just a towel. A breeze from the open door touched my wet skin making me shiver. Which thankfully brought me out of my momentary shock. "What!" I demanded rather harshly I know but I was wet, half naked and pissed off. He looked me up and down with his mouth wide open. I will admit I liked the reaction I was getting but I would die before I admit it out loud. He eventually looked up at my face and whatever trance he had been in broke at my pissed off expression. "I … erm …. I erm … just wanted to return the plate" he said whilst handing me the plate my buns had been on.

I arched my eyebrow at him "seriously?" I asked. He nodded slowly whilst gulping. "So, this couldn't wait until the morning?" I asked again. He gulped and shook his head. He seemed unable to speak. It inwardly made me smile. With one had holding my towel I reached for the plate and then shut the door. Ok, that was a bit rude but he interrupted my nice hot bath, which is probably luke warm now. I left the plate in the kitchen and went back upstairs to get dried and dressed. I wasn't even gonna try to reclaim my bath, which made me irritable. I went to bed feeling rather grumpy hopefully when I wake up, on the start of my two week holiday from work, I will feel much better.

Fingers crossed.

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