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Emmett's POV

I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

"It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss," I sang along with the song as I cleaned up the mess we made last night.

The boys slept here and, well, they left quite a mess. The music just helps me lighten up and hype up while cleaning my house. "Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside." I said as I sang the last line of the chorus.

Alice might drop by later, so I had to finish up cleaning the house now or else she'll keep on nagging that I don't maintain my house. She's always like that, acting like she's the older sibling.

As I walked out of my house to dump the garbage on the garbage cans, I saw the figure of my new neighbor moving around in her house. Dang it, you forgot to welcome her to the neighborhood, I told myself.

I sprinted back to my house and took a quick shower and wore baggy sweat pants and an undershirt and drove off to the nearest bakeshop to buy something for my neighbor. I laughed as I realized that I keep on saying 'my neighbor' due to the fact that I don't know her name yet.

Chocolate brownies…good enough. She'll probably like it; everybody loves brownies…right? I bought one basket of brownies and rushed back to my house and sprinted across the street to my neighbor's front door.

I had to knock three times before she opened the door. It was as if I was struck by lightning when I saw her; I couldn't speak – it was like my mind became a blank slate and all that's in there is the picture of her face. Sure, I've seen lots of beautiful ladies…but she's…different.

She's probably just done taking a shower – her hair was messy and wet, and I could even smell her shampoo – strawberry? Everything about her face was perfect – her eyes, her nose, her plump lips. Even her figure was statuesque; the shirt and jeans she was wearing embraced her body perfectly.

The odd thing was she looked annoyed to see me. Her brows were slightly furrowed.

"Hey, neighbor. Welcome to the neighborhood." I said with my best smile. I held out the basket of brownies.

She looked at my welcome offer and took it, though I could tell that she really wasn't pleased by the brownies. Wrong choice?

"Thanks." She mumbled. Oh god, her voice was just as beautiful as she is.

"Uh," I tried to find for something to say. "I uh…I'm Emmett Cullen." I said, holding out my hand for her to shake.

She managed to give me a wry smile and shook my hand. "Rosalie Hale."

There was an awkward silence between the two of us. I couldn't think of anything to say. What's wrong with you, Em? I asked myself. I just looked directly to her eyes, and she looked back at me. For the first time, her brows fell on the right place and that was it – she looked unbelievably perfect.

Then her brows furrowed again. "Is that all? I'm kind of busy." She muttered.

"Oh, I see. Nice meeting you, Rosalie." I said and smiled again. She responded with another wry smile and then closed the door.

Did I do something wrong? Did I look stupid in front of her? I asked myself, puzzled by her actions. She looked like I was the least person she wanted to see.

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Rosalie's POV

Oh…NO! He's playing his music too loud again. I tried stuffing my head under my pillow, but there was nothing I could do to tune out his loud music. I took a sheet of stick-it paper and wrote a reminder to buy ear plugs and posted it on my bedroom desk.

I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a shower. I let the water lull my thoughts and take me away from reality for a moment. Sadly, Dixie started to bark her 'hungry bark'. I got out of the shower and put on some comfy clothes and was in the middle of drying my hair when someone knocked at the door.

To my surprise, it was my loud neighbor. He looks a lot different up close. But he is bulky. But there's something about him, about his face that made me stare at him. And then I remembered the fact that he is definitely my loud neighbor.

"Hey neighbor, welcome to the neighborhood." He said with a big smile on his face. What he said sounds kind of funny. He handed me a basket of brownies.

I stared at it and thought that it was a peace-offering.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

For a moment, he looked like he was going to melt. "I uh…I'm Emmett Cullen." He said as he held out his hand.

I shook his hand with a wry smile. "Rosalie Hale."

Now is a good time to complain about his loud music every morning, I thought. Now is the perfect time. But, on the other hand, he is the first person who welcomed me in this neighborhood, and I don't want to make myself look like a snobby woman by nagging him about his impolite ways.

As I looked into his face, I saw a unique kind of innocence in him - a kind of innocence that is way out of a grown man's face. And then my eyes fell on his biceps; oh, they're so big and muscular…and then to his abs that were almost visible because of his thin undershirt.

Get a grip on yourself, Rose, I told myself. I pushed back the thoughts about his dreamy muscles and remembered that he is not a good type of neighbor.

"Is that all? I'm kind of busy." I muttered.

He looked like he was crushed. "Oh, I see. Nice meeting you, Rosalie." He said with another smile on his face. His dimples showed off…and I had to try harder to control myself.

I shut the door and stood firmly and waited for him to get off of my porch. I was annoyed by his carefree attitude, but then again, I became attracted to him. What's the matter with you? I asked myself out loud.

Dixie barked again; I almost forgot to feed her. I took her food bowl and filled it with her favorite dog food. I pushed the thoughts of Emmett Cullen aside and began to prepare my stuff for my first day of work tomorrow.