AN: this chapter is basically what happend at the mall, only from Edward's pov. Sorry it's taken so long, but i had an English exam on Friday and i was busy revising for it's over now, so on with the story!!!!!
disclaimer: i do not own Twilight or Edward Cullen :(
EPOV
Did I really have nothing better to do with my time than to spend it chauffeuring my sister to and from various malls? My mum obviously thought not.
None of us in our family liked to do the 'Alice run` as we called it. It usually consisted of either listening to her going on about all the cute things she was going to buy or, after loading god knows how many bags in to the boot, listening to her tell us what she'd bought and where the best sales had been. We were all looking forward to when she turned seventeen and could start driving herself.
Anyway, mum promised me that this was the last time I would have to do the 'Alice run` for a fortnight.
'Yeah, cause mum promised that to you three times already this week' a voice in my head said.
I sighed, knowing that however often my mum would promise that to me, she would always have to break it, due to the number of clients she has to see that strangely enough always book their appointments at the same time Alice needs to be taken anywhere.
When my mum called, I'd been in a music shop in Port Angeles. If I had known that Alice was shopping there too, then I would have lied and said that I was, well, anywhere apart from Port Angeles, so the 'Alice run' would have to be lumped with my twin brother Emmett, who was at home on his play station when I last saw him.
As it was, my mum was delighted when I told her where I was and could I pretty pretty please pick Alice and her friend up from the mall. I reluctantly agreed and set off for the mall.
On the way I wondered what Alice's friend was like. The only friend she had ever brought home before was Jasper, her best friend since forever (AN: Edward doesn't know that they are dating yet) and I vaguely remembered mum talking about a new friend of Alice's.
Normally I don't like to stereotype people, but the first thing that came into my head was a tall girl with fake blonde hair, too much fake tan on and not enough clothes. The second thing that came into my head was that I obviously thought too highly of Alice if that was the sort of friend she chose to go shopping with.
I turned on my CD player and soon the car was filled with Debussy's Clair de Lune. I immediately relaxed as the soothing notes of my favourite classical song came washing over me.
I arrived at the car park before the song was over and I started looking for a small pixie like girl and her friend. Alice wasn't too hard to spot (and neither were they fifty odd bags surrounding her!) and I pulled into a space next to where she was sitting and got out to help with the bags.
That' s when I remembered the friend that she had come with. I looked around, expecting to see the tall blonde girl I had been imagining.
What I saw was a petite girl with long mahogany coloured hair and skin almost as pale as the snow picking up her bags. She turned around and I was about to go and ask her if she needed any help, when she fell. I rushed forward and caught her round the waist.
"Thank you" she muttered. Then she looked and I saw that she had the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. She blushed. I could only guess that she and the ground were very well acquainted.
"Are you ok?" I asked her. She nodded.
"Yeah, I do that a lot. I am naturally clumsy." She said. I chuckled, thinking that my earlier assessment proved to be true. That's when I realised that I hadn't introduced myself.
"I'm Edward, by the way. Alice's brother."
"Bella" she replied. I smiled at her. Beautiful. Her name suited her perfectly.
She smiled a little and went round to put her bags away. I had been planning on helping her with them, but staring into her eyes had made me go into some sort of trance and I was stuck to the floor. So to show her that I could act like a gentleman when I wanted, I went and opened her door for her as she got in the car.
She looked a little surprised, but still thanked me.
I closed her door and went to go and sit in the driver's seat, whilst Alice sat next to Bella in the back.
As we left the mall, I tuned out Alice, who was talking about this sale in Miss. Selfridges, and thought about Bella. She really was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and after watching her for a bit I realised that 'beautiful' did not do her justice. She was gorgeous and the way she would suddenly blush was Mesmerizing. And then there were her eyes. I could stare into her eyes forever and not get bored.
I mentally shook myself. Was it wrong to think things like this about your little sister's friend? I hope not.
Every now and then I would glance in the rear-view mirror and see that Bella had also tuned out my sister, only replying with the occasional word. She seemed to be thinking about something.
And I am selfish enough to hope it was about me.
ok so in this story should Jasper and Rosalie be realated or not? please review and let me know.
the next chapter will be up very soon .
