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Bella POV

Welcome to hell, I thought. Why had I been stupid enough to come here expecting everything to feel different? I felt the same as every time I had been in this airport. At least I'm comfortable. I had decided to wear my favorite outfit for cold weather: my warmest coat, gray denim skinny jeans, comfy boots, and my favorite white scarf. I searched through the crowd for the brown hair that belonged to Charlie, but couldn't see him anywhere.

Maybe he got held up at work, I thought, he is the chief of police after all.

I continued to look around and I spotted a bronze-haired boy about my age holding up a sign with my name on it. I noticed he didn't dress half bad as I took in a light gray leather jacket, dark-washed blue jeans, and black Pumas. Under my breath, I cursed Charlie for sending this random kid, a boy, to take me home.

"Bella?"

The boy had said my name in a way that made me think he was nervous which surprised me. He seemed like the type of guy that was confident or even arrogant. As a result of my shock, I stood there stupidly for about three seconds, but I regained my composure.

"Yeah. That's me. And you are?," I replied.

He smiled a somewhat crooked smile and answered, "My name's Edward. Your dad told me to pick you up."

"Uhm. He picked some random kid?"

I was beginning to wonder how much my dad had changed in the two years I had stayed with my mother and Phil.

"No. He's good friends with my father, Carlisle."

"Oh. Ok." I replied saying the only thing I could think of as a reasonable reply.

"Let's go and get your luggage."

"Sure."

We started to walk to the luggage claim where my two suitcases sat waiting for me but in true Bella fashion, I tripped. I shut my eyes and waited for my face to hit the ground but I felt two strong,cold arms wrap around my waist and pull me up. I felt the familiar blush creeping onto my face as Edward stood me upright.

"Uhh. Thanks," I said while avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"No problem. Which ones are yours?," Edward asked, looking somewhat bored.

I grabbed my luggage without so much as looking at him and began walking to the parking lot nearest to where we were. After walking into the entrance to the parking garage, I realized I had no idea what his car looked like so I asked, "where are you parked at?"

Instead of answering me, Edward preceded to walk in front of me, leading the way to his car. I noticed that I internally rolled my eyes as I followed him.

After three minutes of walking, we reached what I supposed was Edward's car. It was a gray Volvo which wasn't as flashy as the cars I imagined him driving. Edward opened the trunk and tried to put my luggage in for me.

"What do you think you're doing?," I asked, pulling my suitcases away from him.

"I'm trying to put your luggage away."

"I can do it myself."

"Ok. Ok," he said while backing away with his hands raised, "I was just trying to help."

I couldn't help but laugh at the way he looked at me like I was going to shoot him. I stopped laughing though when he looked at me and smiled. I turned on my heel and walked to the passenger side and stood by the door waiting for Edward to stop staring at me with that stupid crooked smile on his face and unlock the car.

"Um. Hello? Could you possibly unlock the car?"

"Oh. Sorry," he said while trying his best not to look embarrassed.

Hm, I guess he wasn't the type of guy I thought he was.

He walked to the driver's side, looked over the car's roof, and smirked at me when he realized I was staring at him.

Nope. He's exactly the type of guy I thought he was, I thought as I stepped into the car.


A/N: There's Chapter 1. It's not as long as I wanted it to be but oh well. Reviews make me write faster ;]