The first time I saw them I was shocked.

No that's the wrong word, I was amazed, stupefied. The lush bronze locks, tinged with gold. Pale white skin, curved pink lips and such defined jaws.

The only difference was the eyes… one had brilliant emerald green orbs and the other, had great glittering gold balls.

Both so captivating, both so endless. I don't know which colour I fell for first, gold or green, green or gold. It really doesn't matter. The problem is that I fell… And I can't seem to get back up.

I swear God had just been laid when he decided Esme Cullen should have twins. He must have been ridiculously happy… maybe he was even a little high. I mean if I decided to put two sex gods on earth I would at least have the decency to put them in different states. But no… God decided on twins.

Twins that oozed confidence and sex appeal. Twins that excelled in school and sport. Twins that were that wonderful mixture of naughty and nice. Twins that every girl dreamed their boyfriend could be like and every boy seemed to envy.

These twins… were my neighbours.

So this is where I think, maybe Dad's inheritance money came to some good use. So I had to move schools, so I had to move houses, so I had to move cities. I was neighbours to twin sex gods.

Oh the fantasies I could have with that.

I chuckled to myself.

"Bella? What are you laughing at?" my mother Renee asked, quite shocked at my happy mood.

I shrugged, half a smile on my face, "Nothing."

Renee looked at me, a curious expression adopted her face and I took a second to soak her in. My mother… straight dirty blonde hair, amazingly thin, defined cheek bones and a face that was always smiling. She looked like she jumped right out of Footloose, with her hair long and wild.

"Smiling suits you Bella," she commented, going back to unpacking plates.

I tilted my head at that obscene thought… "How so?"

"It makes you look even more beautiful."

I snorted at that thought, with my dead white skin, brown eyes and simply brown hair I wasn't exactly beautiful. Sure I wasn't ugly… I just wasn't outrageously pretty. I looked like my father.

Shrugging off those thoughts I turned back to my mother. "I'm going to unpack my bedroom," I said.

"Sure baby, don't forget to get your textbooks from the car."

I yelled a reply over my shoulder while skipping off to my room. No jokes, the house was big enough to skip in.

After my Dad died last year my mother had inherited a shitload of money. Considering he was always in love with her and she was half way across the country with his only child, whom he only met once or twice, I say he gave her too much. Not that I'm complaining of course.

I made my way across the hall, painted light beige with matching carpets. Climbing the stairs I looked out of the glass windows overlooking the backyard, and thus the Cullen's too. Walking up the stairs I actually realised how little privacy there was. If they were to look over here they would see me, as clear as day.

I hurried up to my room only to realise I had a similar problem. My wall to roof windows faced the same way as the stair windows did.

My feeling soon left me as I took a walk around my new room. The carpet was a thick fluffy white, while the walls had been painted a soft lilac. A huge king size bed lay in the middle of the room, a door to the bathroom and walk-in closet on the next wall. In the corner was a great mahogany desk, adorned with a brand new Apple Mac. There was a couch at the foot of the bed, with a plasma TV just to the side of the room. I saw my mother had the builders put in a great book shelf next to the desk which was already filled with all my favourites.

This room was clearly a step up from my cramped, grey room in Forks that could only hold a twin sized bed and a small desk.

I set to work putting up pictures of my friends and I from Forks and La Push. There were tons of Jacob and I on our adventures. The day he took my cliff diving, surfing, and taught me how to ride a motor bike. He was a best friend I was going to miss, although we promised to stay in touch.

The rest were pictures of me and my other friends in and around school. I had been big in writing and acting at my old school, Drama being a brilliant way for me to make plenty of friends. Although as my mother pointed out, the Cullen's were coming over for dinner in the evening and I would have two new friends before I'd even started school.

Yay.

I had seen the Cullen Twins this morning from my room. They had been saying good bye to their mom before getting into their silver Volvo and driving to school.

That had been a very nice wake-up call for me.

"Bella!" Renee called from her room. The house was so large and her bedroom was on the other side that I didn't even hear her clearly.

"Yes mother?" I called, making my way to her room.

"Have you seen my knitted jersey? Or that half-knitted blue scarf? I had them a moment ago…"

I sighed; her latest craze had been knitting. There had been yarn everywhere. "It's in the car!" I yelled, "I'm going to get my textbooks, I'll get it for you!"

She mumbled a "thanks", already preoccupied.

Making my way outside I realise how warm it was. Wearing just jean shorts, converse and a plaid shirt that I shortened to just below my navel I was still comfortable coming outside. Just as I was getting my textbooks I heard a car pull up. A silver Volvo.

I held my breath, peering out above the car trying to get a glimpse of them but the dark tinted windows prevented me. The car stopped for a moment while their gate swung open and then it glided up the drive way.

I couldn't help but feel excited for this evening. The thought of actually meeting these two elusive twins had my nerves tingling.

"Bella! Oh Bella!" Renee screamed.

I lifted my head from Pride and Prejudice at my mother's shrill shrieks.

"Yes mother?"

"I have such terrible news darling!" She exclaimed, rushing into my bedroom, phone clutched to her chest. "The Cullen's just called."

I raised my eyebrows, " Oh really?"

"Yes," She sighed dramatically, "And they can't come over for dinner tonight!"

I put my book down and took a moment for her words to sink in. Translated from Renee talk my mind processed the news as: No sex god twins tonight, so sorry libido.

Sighing I stood up to comfort her, giving her a chaste hug I told her I would make tea and give it to her in her bedroom. Renee has always been prone to drama.

After giving her some tea and shortbread I returned to my room, since I was not going to have two new friends on the first day of school I realised I needed to up my game. Heading to my new walk in closet I was struck with a dilemma, my mom had gotten a personal shopper who had taken my sizes and then bought half of Fashion Week, but I had no idea what to wear. I was wondering in the space, pulling at sleeves and feeling pants. Hmmm... shorts sounds like a good way to start.

Pulling out black ripped shorts I laid them on the couch and decided to tackle finding a shirt. Since moving to Los Angeles I found the weather was decidedly static, warm, with that thought in mind I headed straight for the t-shirts. Oddly enough there were concert tees for concerts I wasn't even alive for, let alone attended, finding a Beatles crop top I tried on my ensemble. Very nice, Isabella.

The impromptu shopping trip in my closet left me feeling rather nervous for tomorrow; I couldn't help but wonder if I would fit in. A pale girl from Phoenix in a city that was full of tanned, toned bodies.

Climbing into bed I fell asleep rather promptly regardless of my insecurities.

I woke up to loud buzzing next to my ear. Turning on my side I noticed my clock read 08h50. Shit! I jumped out of bed and practically skidded into the shower. After the quickest shower of my life I threw my hair into a bun, applied some make-up and threw on my clothes, accompanied with non-descript flats and a tote. After grabbing an apple I shouted out a good bye and rushing into the Mini my mom had bought me.

I arrived at school ten minutes to spare. Jumping out, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front office. I realised I was getting a lot of stares and put my head down expecting my hair to fall in front of it. When nothing happened I remembered my hair was in a bun, I pulled at the hair band, wishing it would slip out easily. Still battling with the hair band I pushed the front office door open with my foot, I heard it bang against the wall but I was too preoccupied with the flipping hair tie. Finally I yanked the thing out muttering a small, "Motherfuck."

Realising where I was I looked up only to be met with three stares. One from an elderly woman sitting behind a counter who looked rather confused. The other two stares... well can you guess. Both from lean bodies, pale skin and thick auburn hair. One, with golden eyes, glanced at me an offered a quick smile. The other, rolled his bright green eyes and turned back to the old lady.

Yep... looked like I had finally met the twin sex gods.