Chapter Two

Bella's Point Of View

I opened my mouth and took a look at the drunken guy. I turned to argue with him, but what's the point of arguing with someone you don't know, is drunk, and won't remember he did this in the morning.

Stupid drunk asshole.

I looked back at Edward with a nervous smile. He cleared his throat and smiled back at me. I wanted to be mad at him. I just couldn't. He was just too beautiful.

"Let's just get out of here." I suggested.

Edward nodded and gave me another smile. I smiled half-heartedly at him, I didn't feel like smiling. We were almost to the door when I remembered.

"Dipshit." I whispered.

Edward turned his head to me, "Not you! My sister.. My drunk sister." I quickly told him before he could say anything.

Edward nodded and helped me get Alice into his car. It was silver and a Volvo. Nice.

"So, tell me about your family." I said, trying to get some sort of conversation up.

Edward turned to me again and smiled. I wish he'd stop that..

"I have one adopted brother, Jasper Hale. He's eighteen years old, blonde hair, and attempting to become a singer."

"Attempting?" I questioned.

Edward chuckled, "No one likes him. In all honesty, I don't blame them." I giggled and Edward looked at me, "Tell me about," He pointed to the back seat, "dipshit back there."

"Well, we both have nicknames for each other. Obviously, she's dipshit. I'm.. dumbass. Our real nicknames would be, she calls me Bells and I call her Ali."

"Is her name Allison?" Edward asked.

"No.. Your close, though."

"Alright, what else?"

"She's single. She's trying to get a job at a salon. I have another sister, Rosalie. she's trying to become a model. That won't be hard because she's really pretty.. but she can be really mean. Like Diana Ross."

We pulled up to a two story white house. "Wow." I gasped, "You live here?"

This house didn't look like a house. It looked more like a hotel, put on a street, to make everyone scream in jealousy. Not a house. It can't be a house.

"Yeah, I live here. I just need to get my clothes.. I guess you'll be able to meet my family."

The house's inside was way more beautiful than the outside. It was like the cleanest house in America! Yes, cleaner than Danny Tanner's house from Full House.

A woman wearing jeans and a red sweater walked out with flour all over her. She had brown, thick, wavy hair with blonde highlights.

"Edward, honey, I'm glad your home! I was trying to make dinner and.." The woman looked at me, "Oh! Who is this?"

Edward held up our connected wrists, "I brought home a stray."

"Oh, dear! Well.. I guess.. Hi! I'm Esme Cullen, Edward's mom." Esme took my free hand and eagerly shook it. I smiled a little before following Edward upstairs.

"Hey, Edward, don't kill me but.." A guy's voice came from around the corner. He stepped to face Edward when he saw me. He smiled, "Hey, I'm Jasper."

"Oh, so you're the b-" Edward covered my mouth and smiled nervous at Jasper. "The.. better cook in the house!" Edward finished.

Jasper eyed him, curious, but shook it off within five seconds, "Whatever, so what's going o.." He saw our eyed our wrists, "Damn. That sucks."

Jasper turned and walked into a room. He came out with clothes and threw them to Edward, "Here 'ya go!"

How helpful.