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BPOV

"Rosalie, you remember I told you I was picking up my cousin from the airport?" Emmett asked.

"You didn't pick me up. He bloody well did. He's driving. You might as well have come along for the ride." I said condescendingly.

"Yes." The blonde model, Rosalie, answered.

"This is Isabella." Emmett introduced me, stressing the first part of my name.

"Can I call you Bella?" The other girl asked. She had spikey black hair and bright blue eyes. She bounced as if she'd been given several straight shots of caffeine into her system.

"No. It's Isabella. What? Are you like on bloody caffeine?" I asked.

"No. Why?" She asked baffled.

"You're so bloody hyper!" I told her.

"She's Rosalie!" The hyper one spoke. I rolled my eyes.

"She is not me!" Rosalie complained.

"Yes she is. She's just as bitchy as you are."

"Alice, honey, don't antagonize Rosalie." The blonde boy said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"But Jasper…" Alice looked up at him. He shook his head at her.

Jasper turned his hazel gaze towards me and held out his hand. "I'm Jasper Whitlock."

I shook his hand. "Hi."

"This hyper one is my girlfriend Alice Hale and her older sister Rosalie." He introduced the two girls.

"Hello kids," the waitress walked up. "Can I get you your usuals?"

They nodded and she turned to me. "And you sweetie? What can I get for you?"

"Chicken curry salad and cheesecake with a coke." I told her. She nodded and walked off.

"So," Rosalie sneered looking at me. I looked back. "What's Miss Goth doing here?"

"I don't think she likes me Emmett." I told my cousin.

"Well, considering your attitude can you blame her?" He shot at me. I shrugged a shoulder.

I didn't bloody well care what they thought of me. I didn't plan on staying around that long to make friends. Really. All I wanted to do was get home to England.

Though, glancing at the bronze God, I'd stay around if he wanted me to. He was a damn sexy. For once in my life, I had an actual desire to kiss a guy. Not because I was being dared. Not because I'd gotten drunk. But because I wanted to. Because he was hot as hell.

I wonder if he's single? Only one way to find out. I turned towards him. "You datin' anyone? Or are ya on the market, so ta speak?"

He looked at me in shock. "What?"

"Are ya takin' or single?" I asked again.

"Why do you care?" Emmett asked.

"What does it bloody well matter? I'm curious. Is that a crime here?" I wrinkled my nose slightly to show my displeasure.

"And I have to put up with this?" Emmett moaned.

I turned back to Edward. "Well?"

"Single. Why?" He looked utterly baffled and oh so desirable.

"Can't a girl ask a question?" I asked. Why did everyone feel the need to dissect anything anyone said? What was the bloody purpose to it?

Before he could respond, my cell went off playing Rikki don't lose that number, it's the only one you want, you might use when if you feel better, when you get home.

"Bloody hell Rikki! Yea, laugh all ya want. It's not that bloody funny!" I answered. My girlfriend Rikki thought she had one wicked humor. If I wasn't careful or paying attention, she liked to change my ring tones.

"Come on Belldonna. It is so funny. And I only programmed it my name." She told me when she finished laughing. I gritted my teeth at her little nickname for me.

"What do ya want?" I asked.

"Makin' sure you got there safe. James is yammerin' my ear off."

"Yea. I got here in one piece."

"What's it like?"

"It's the bloody effin middle of nowhere! What do ya think it's like?" I said sarcastically.

"Sorry. No need to be bitin' my head off Belldonna. Just askin'."

"I know you are. But I'm not exactly here on vacation, 'member? I'm here because my parents are the effin bloody idiots of the year. Gah! You'd think I was the first teenager to ever act out. What are they thinkin'?"

"Hey! You're parents aren't the only ones thinkin' that. I'm just lucky my parents can't ship me off to another country. What are you goin' to do there for the next two three years?"

"Like I bloody well know. Say hi to James for me will ya? He still boinkin' Nixie, Hixie, whatever the bloody hell her name is?"

"Trixie, I think. Nay. He's got some new slut. I'll tell him hi for ya."

"Thanks! Chill huh?"

"Chill."

We hung up and I had five people looking at me. "What the? Haven't you ever heard a telephone conversation?"

"Not one like that." Edward answered.

"You're one real bitch aren't you?" Rosalie asked.

"What gave you your first clue Sherlock?"

"Ugh." She wrinkled her nose and pulled her head back. I mimicked her. Emmett smacked my head.

"What the bloody hell?" I turned on him.

"I'm sick of listening to your sass." He told me just as our food arrived.

"No need ta hit me." I told him, digging into my salad.

"It seemed like a good way to get through to you." He replied. I snorted. Wonderful. And I was going to be living with him for just about three years. Peachy keen.

"So, Isabella. What are you doing here? Emmett told us you came from England." Alice asked. She did seem nice, despite her caffeinated attitude.

"My parents and I disagreed on my way of being a teenager. They want Miss Perky and Sweet and well…I told them to shove one too many times. So, I'm in the bloody effin middle of nowhere." I replied as if I was taking about the weather.

"Doesn't it bother you?" Alice asked, tilting her head to the side.

"No. Why should it?" I inquired. This salad was rather good.

"You're not right in the head." Rosalie snipped.

"What's it to ya?" I snipped back. She ignored me.

"Has she been like this all day?" Jasper asked Emmett.

"That would be an affirmative." Emmett replied.

I ignored them and focused on my salad. Just because I was going to be living with my cousin didn't mean that I had to be friends with him or his friends. Well, with the exception of Edward. Defiantly wouldn't mind getting closer to him.

"So, you never did say. Why did we have to come here?" Emmett asked when we'd all finished eating.

Alice looked at him. "Well, it is summer and Rosalie and I don't want to go on vacation with our parents this year. They're going camping."

"I'll see if you can bunk at my house." Edward spoke up. I didn't even want to know what was with camping and those two. Though, considering what they were wearing probably had to do with fashion.

"Okay. We got to get Isabella to my parents. You want to come and chill at my place for a bit?" Emmett asked after we'd paid and stood up.

Everyone nodded in the affirmative and we headed out of the diner. Emmett reached the front seat of Edward's car before I could. I shrugged and got in the backseat behind him. Like I really cared about whether I sat in front or not.

It didn't take long to get to Emmett's house, my new home. They lived a ways outside of town in a sprawling white three storied house. The bottom floor had a lot of windows. Edward parked in front of the front porch.

Edward got out of the car and took my suitcases from the trunk. Following Emmett and I as we headed inside. The others had arrived and were following behind.

EmPOV

"Mom, Dad! I'm back!" I called out and my parents came downstairs.

"Where is my niece Emmett?" Mom asked, hugging me. She noticed Isabella behind me. "You must be Isabella. I'm your Aunt Lyssia."

Mom walked over and hugged Isabella.

"Hi." Isabella replied. She looked a little embarrassed by the attention.

"You must call me Aunt Lyssia. You'll have the third floor room."

"Thank you Aunt Lyssia." Since Isabella got here, I had never heard this polite tone from her.

"What happened to the Isabella we picked up at the airport?" I demanded.

"I'm not all rude ya know. I can be polite to my elders. I do have manners." She told me.

Mom smiled. "Maybe you can teach Emmett some. Come into the kitchen. Are you hungry?"

"No. Thank you. We ate before we came over." Isabella smiled at her. She had a beautiful smile. "I'd like to see my room please and get changed."

"Of course. Emmett take her upstairs." Mom ordered and I grabbed the suitcases and took her upstairs.

"Thanks." She said as she looked around. I nodded and went back downstairs. This was a different Isabella from what I'd seen. Was she the real Isabella or some fake? This was confusing.

"That was a shock." Edward told me when I walked into the living room.

"No kidding. I wasn't expecting her to be…nice. She's been so bitchy all day."

"Well, she did just move to another country. She can't be too please about that." Alice said from Jasper's lap. I sat on the couch and Rosalie came and sat next to me. "Let's give her time to adjust. And, if she's still a bitch, then we'll deal with her."

I nodded. It sounded like a good plan to me. She seemed like if she cooled her attitude, she'd be nice.

"Holy shit…" I heard Edward muttered and I turned my head towards the entrance to the living room.

Bella stood there. She was no longer dressed in black. Her makeup was gone. She was wearing carpenter jeans and a deep blue camisole. She'd left her hair down. It really was a nice shade of mahogany. Her eyes were a chocolate brown and without all the other distracting factors, dominated her heart-shaped face.

"You clean up good Goth." I nodded my approvement. She may clean up nice, but her attitude was still shitty.

"I don't recall askin' for you approvement." She snapped. She walked in and took the empty chair. She curled up, with her legs underneath her, resting an elbow on the arm rest and her head in that hand, the other between her knees.

EPOV

She'd been attractive to me at the airport, but now… She looked stunning. Soft somehow. She had nice curves, I'd give her that. She wasn't ultra thin, just right. Her lips were still full, even without the illusion of the lipstick.

I had the insane urge to go over and kiss her. I wonder if she was attracted to me. Was that the purpose of her question at the diner? Was she even available. Scratch that. Unless it was an ultra serious relationship, she probably broke up with any boyfriend she may have had when she came out this way.

I was finding her arguing back and forth rather stimulating and wondered if this was what Emmett felt like with Rosalie. Emmett had said she'd been here for a couple of years. I had time to try and cultivate a relationship.

"You look nice Isabella." I told her.

She looked over at me startled. Did she not get told that? "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"There you are Isabella. How's your room? Do you need anything?" Lysia asked coming into the room.

"No, thank you. I'm fine. Thank you for taking me in." Her voice was soft and sweet.

"It's not a problem. We were so happy to hear that you wanted to come." Lysia gushed.

"Is that what Mother told ya?" Isabella asked.

"Yes. Said you had some friends you wanted to get away from and thought visiting a new country would be nice." Lysia told her smiling.

Isabella nodded. "That would be about right. If you'll excuse me. I do need to call my parents and let them know I got here safely."