Summary: Edward finds a mysterious glass bottle in his family's attic in a box of junk. He takes it home, and cleans it, when Bella pops out and tells him something that leaves him astounded... BxE (of course, I would have it no other way), and all human

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all that jazz...

Hopes and Wishes... and Wish Granting

BPOV

I woke up and stretched, starting a new day in this cramped prison I have called home for as long as I can remember. Don't get me wrong, it was a lovely place to live. The absolute greatest accommodation one could wish for. I did, after all get just about anything I wished for.

Standing up, I strode over to the comfortable pillow laden sofa and grabbed my latest book of interest. I laughed as the antagonist did something foolish and then sighed. Snapping the book shut I stood up and closed my eyes. Taking all my concentration I glimpsed into the closest person's mind, who was luckily a girl, as this would be much quicker. After a while I took note of a little of fashionable clothing of the modern day and then proceeded to acquire what I thought seemed casual and comfortable.

Simultaneously the dark blue skinny jeans and black tank top appeared on my body, replacing my last ensemble. I sat down and decided to surf the internet from my laptop. What a boring day this is bound to be.

EPOV

"Mum, which other boxes need to be sorted through?" I called over to Esme, who was sorting through some old furniture on the other side of the attic.

"Uh...go through this one. This stuff kind of accumulated. Most of it was from that garage sale in Chicago that Alice thought was best to waste so much money on a whole hunk of junk," Esme replied, rolling her eyes.

I chuckled. Yes, that was Alice. Our little shopaholic. "Though Emmett did his bit by spurring her on." I laughed as I recalled Alice and Emmett's behaviour that day. Alice had just had a lot of sugar when she had insisted we stop by a garage sale. We had reluctantly let her go, where she sprung from the back seat and began purchasing things at an amazing pace. This was not helped by Emmett's 'come on, Alice, the money ain't gonna spend itself!'

"True, true..." Esme replied distractedly.

I walked over to the box, appropriately labelled 'CRAP', and began sorting. I pulled out an old teddy bear, a children's book, when I came to a nice wooden jewellery box. Handing it to Esme, who smiled as if I had just handed her treasure, I returned to the box where I noticed a glass bottle. It was very beautifully structured, and rather colourful. It had a long neck, widening as it reached the bottom, where it abruptly bulges out, like a bulb. Sealed with a cork that would not come out, and made out of various thick pieces of glass, it could not be seen into.

"Esme, do you want this?" I asked. I did not want to seem to over-eager, but I liked this bottle. It was very pretty.

She turned and, glancing at the bottle in my hands, shook her head, telling me that I could throw it out, or keep it if I wished. I put it aside and returned to the box.

Later that evening, after I had left the house, I returned to my small home and took out the few items I had managed to scavenge my the attic. A book filled with my old piano compositions – I had wondered where this had gotten to, an old watch, Esme's beautiful old locket that she had insisted I keep to 'give to my someone special', and the glass bottle.

I placed them all on my coffee table of the living room and pulled out the first item. It happened to be the bottle. It was very dusty and could do a with a little cleaning, so I brought it to the kitchen and wiped the cloth over it removing most of the dust. Then I continued scrubbing it, as underneath the dust was a thin layer of some gritty substance. Yuk.

I was scrubbing so hard, profanities slipping from my mouth so often, that I hardly realised when the bottle began to light up and heat up a little. I nearly dropped it when I noticed this, and placed it on the kitchen counter, staring at it wide-eyed.

BPOV

I was on my laptop, still, after hours of doing nothing. I had been reading fanfiction about one of my favourite series Twilight...

All of a sudden I was jerked awake from my near-slumber by shaking. The whole room was shaking. Oh my gosh! What the effing hell was happening?! I slapped my head when I remembered what happened last time this had happened. Just another master. Just?!

I shuddered, thinking of my last master, James. He had been greedy and cruel. Demanding so much when he was so undeserving. When he had tried to sleep with me, I had rightfully used my powers to glue his tongue to the roof of his mouth, and cause him rather excruciating pain – judging by his screams – where the sun don't shine.

The shaking became more violent, causing me to stumble around, and I knocked my knee into the coffee table, then fell on my backside.

"Oh for the LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY!!!" I screamed, clutching at my knee. I closed my eyes, willed the pain to disappear, and it did. Awesome. One aspect I loved about being a genie. Too bad I couldn't get rid of my clumsiness...

EPOV

I continued to stare at the bottle, as it now began shaking slightly. Then –

"Oh for the LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY!!!" I heard a female voice scream. The voice was muffled, but it still scared me. I began to question my own sanity... hearing voices coming out of bottles certainly was not an ordinary daily occurrence.

Suddenly there was a POP and a girl about my age was standing in front of me with a blank expression on her face. She had mahogany hair that fell to the middle of her back, and beautiful deep, chocolate brown eyes. The girl – or young woman, I should say – was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and tank top, both of which hugged her curves in all the right places. She also had what looked like bracelets, bound to identical places on both her upper arms.

Snapping out of my stupor, I slightly shook my head and looked pointedly at her, trying to prompt some explanation as to her abrupt appearance in my home.

She didn't reply so I cleared my throat.

"Oh right!" the girl said, slapping her forehead. "Hello, master" – I could sense her use of quotation marks around the last word – "I'm Bella.... Hmm... well, you have five wishes." Then she smiled brightly at me, though it did look rather forced.

I didn't reply, continuing to stare at her with shock, surprise, awe and concern. The concern was for whether both of us had lost our sanity. I mean, wishes?? What the fudge?!

From the look on my face, Bella – yes, very appropriate name as she was very beautiful – decided to elaborate further.

"Yes... um... you see, I am a genie..."

A/N: Greetings, readers. Please review. I welcome constructive criticism. Oh yeah, and could someone please tell me how to not have all of the lines so close together? No matter how many times I press the spacebar, it does not acknowledge my actions! I want to separate the POVs by one more space but it is being a turd and is refusing. Gah!