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"BELLA!" Came a voice from downstairs.

My mom kept hollering at me and then I heard light footsteps grace the stairway. NOOOO. I wanted to sleep.

I heard knocking on the other end of my door and then it just flew open. So much for privacy. I could have been changing in here. At least dad never does that. THANK GOD I have at least ONE sane parent in this house.

"What?" I grumbled from under the sheets as she tried yanking them off. I sighed as I clung the sheets tighter and my hair was slightly mussed.

"It's time to wake up!" I could tell she was getting impatient. She had to go to work too. "Let's go! Jake's downstairs waiting for you!" That had me up in less then a second. I was already up and brushing my teeth. I could hear my mom faintly laughing in the background. I could easily tell what she was thinking.

People just didn't get it, people like my uneducated mother. I never liked Jacob Black as more then a friend. He was my best friend and it would stay that way. At least I hoped it would.

He was one of the few people in this world who always had me laughing or smiling. We hung out almost everyday of our pathetic lives and it didn't exactly help that our parents were close too. So basically, we were inseperable, even though he was a year younger. Who cares about age anyway?

I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth and rinsed, wiping my face with a towel. I threw my already messes up hair into a ponytail without combing it. I hastily grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor and found a loose fitting shirt.

Can you tell that I don't like dressing up? Yup, I'm also a huge slob. You'll never find a single thing in my room. NEVER.

I rushed downstairs after grabbing my messenger back and throwing some of my homework from last night in it. Whoops, I think I fell asleep doing it. GREAT.

I hurried down the steps, surprisingly not getting my foot stuck in anything. And came into the kitchen only to find Jake sitting on one of the stools. I smiled a little but then hurried past him to get my pancakes.

I saw him smirking a little and could tell that it was because of my appearance. I glowered at him and chucked a sloppy pancake his way that successfully hit him in the face.

"Some people are not as girly as you Jacob Black and do not enjoy dressing up for school everyday." I commented, laughing at his face, which was still hidden behind the pancake. I could hear him breathing heavily over the breakfast food.

"It's not nice to waste food Bella."

"It's also not nice of you to make fun of the way I look."

"It comes naturally, I guess." He smirked as he flung the pancake into his mouth, chewing heavily. Gross. I made a face up at him.

"What? I was making sure the food didn't get wasted." Nice excuse.

"You eat too much."

"I'm a growing boy." He smiled a boyish smile. The sloppy kind, with maple syrup mixed in between. It may seem gross, but he could actually pull it off.

"Of course you are. I don't think you CAN get any bigger, Jake." It was true. He was huge. I've never seen anyone as big as him. Even the seniors are scared of him, so technically, I have my own personal body guard. Not a very scary one, but still he comes in handy.

"Actually Bella, that's where you're wrong." He smiled a little and stole another pancake off of my plate. "Hurry up we're going to be late." He said, tapping his finger in the air, towards the round clock on the wall.

"At the rate YOU'RE eating my food, I'm pretty sure we'll be more then early." I joked, holding my plate up high so he couldn't reach it. Who am I kidding? He's taller then me even when he's sitting down.

He reached up, easily grabbing another piece of MY food. He might as well have it.

I shoved the food into his face, abandoning all hope of finsihing it on my own.

He smirked, seeing that I had given in. Stupid boy. I almost stuck my tongue out at him. "If you want me to take it back, I can." I added after his look. He shook his head too quickly. I laughed. Boys and food. What was the big deal?

"I'm good." He said, in between sticky bites. I laughed and stood, getting my stuff together.

I was in the middle of sticking my book into the bag when a loud bell echoed off the walls. I dropped it and sighed, walking slowly to the door.

It was probably the old lady from across the street asking if we'd seen her cats.

But to my surprise, as I opened the door, a boy came into view.

I gasped as I took all of him in. He had auburn colored hair and pretty golden eyes. He had on a pair of converse shoes that clashed in an interesting way with his school uniform.

He was wearing those prep school outfits and a brown messenger bag was slung around him. He looked very...unique. Like, not totally preppy but also very prim. Make sense? I guess not. But he looked GOOD.

I suddenly felt very self conscious. Something I never felt around any other boy. I tried straightening my hair, knowing that it looked like a crappy haystack. But it didn't work. My outfit didn't help either and for the first time in my life, I cursed myself over such a comfortable yet sloppy outfit.

He probably thought I was crazy. Especially since I was already warming up to some boy I just met. What was he doing on my doorstep anyway? He looked like he didn't belong there, but rather in a modeling magazine.

What could he POSSIBLY be doing here?

And then I realized what an idiot I was being, standing there, gawking at some random boy while he stood waiting for me to speak. That wasn't very polite.

"How can I help you?" Oh GOD, could I sound anymore dorky? How may I help you? I could have at least something like the casual "hey." I was an idiot.

And also a slut if I was going goo-goo-ga-ga over some boy who just happens to be on my porch. I needed to chill out. He was just a boy, who was VERY hot.

And apparently nice too because he just smiled while I looked like a moron standing there. I think I was developing a crush on a boy that I've known for...2 minutes. I wasn't normal.

"Hello. I'm looking for Mr. Swan." DAD? That just killed everything. My face fell and I think he saw. "I'm here to deliver your newspaper." He smiled, pulling one out of his bag. "Mr. Swan thinks I'll break something if I throw it, so I'm supposed to deliver it personally. Is he home?" WOW, dad had a slight paranoia for something breaking, but I was grateful for him otherwise the boy wouldn't be standing 2 feet from me.

"Uh..." I wasn't sure what to say.

I was disrupted as soon as I thought of a response. "Bella?" Jake's voice came from the kitchen and seemed a little worried. I sighed. Why must the boy kill the mood? Not that there was one.

The paper boy looked a little shocked and I could tell he was feeling immensly intrusive.

"Well, could you tell Mr. Swan that Edward Cullen dropped off his paper this morning?" I nodded. "Thanks." He smiled, running to his bike and quickly jumping onto it, speeding away.

Edward Cullen. Peculiar name. But I liked it. It fit.

On the way to school, all I could think of was that outfit that Edward was wearing. What school was that? And when did we get such a hot paper boy? This was BAD.

A/N SO...not my writing at its best, but I'm a huge hurry. The next chapter will probably be in some of EDDY's POV. Lol-- can you see it guys? Edward Cullen, the paper boy? TOO CUTE. You'll find out why he does it later.

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