I'm SUPER sorry about how I haven't updated in, like, FOREVER, but hey, here's the next chapter!

Okay I know this one is rather longer than any of the others, but hey, that was what I was aiming for! So…um…oh yeah! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW *stops to suck in much-needed breath* REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! C'mon! You know you want to! For me?

BPOV

I spun around in shock. My groceries flew everywhere. My eyes were wide with fear. Millions of possible creeps ran through my head. I prepared to lash out and punch the intruder, but I halted in my tracks when I saw who it was.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" the boy grunted in surprise as my hand smashed accidentally into his chest. It resounded around the lot with a painful sounding 'smack', and my cheeks heated to a brilliant shade of scarlet. "Ugh, okay, ow."

"Oh, I'm sorry…" I whispered, remembering the boy. "I really am! I didn't mean to…"

"Um, it's okay. Er, anyway, my name is Edward." He stopped rubbing the spot right under his ribcage and reached out to shake my hand. I hesitantly extended mine and grasped his warm palm. It felt good to be in his grip, and I didn't want to let go. But I reluctantly released him when he started to try and get free of my hold.

"I'm Bella. Well, Isabella, but I like it when people don't call me Isabella and they just call me Bella." I paused in confusion, and then kicked myself figuratively. That had to have been the absolute most puzzling sentence ever uttered! He didn't seem to care though, because he scooted closer to me and let out an amused chuckle.

"Nice to meet you, Bella." He smiled warmly. My heart fluttered and my stomach twirled. You're not a ballet dancer, I told it angrily.

"And you too, Edward." I couldn't help the thrill that coursed through my veins when I spoke his name aloud.

"Do you need any help with those?" he glanced pointedly at the products strewn across the asphalt. I blushed and shook my head.

He paid my denial no attention and leaned over and scooped them all up with lithe, undulated movements. It made me seem like a ladybug on stilts as I fumbled after him to grab the Kleenex and napkins. He rose again and wiped the items off on his shirt, where they left very pronounced dirt smears. "Crap." He muttered, dragging his hand down it in a feeble attempt at getting it off. I smirked, finally seeing a way to help him, and pulled a tissue from its box.

"Here," I said, handing it to him. He smiled again at me, making my heart skip a beat, and scraped off the grit.

"Thanks." His grin widened as I flushed with pleasure.

"You're welcome," I responded.

Edward nonchalantly peeked down at his watch, but then his eyes went wide with surprise and worry. "Oh!" he gasped. "Excuse me, Bella, but it's later than I realized. I have to get going. Um…I'll…see you around?" he raised an eyebrow.

"See me around?" I repeated stupidly. "Yeah! Yeah, sure."

"Good." He turned and walked the comically short distance to his Volvo and hopped in. Even as he rode away, I could've sworn I saw him wink at me as he pulled out of the parking lot.

EPOV

The ride home was silent, but my thoughts weren't. They were a mangled heap of utter wildness. The only thing that computed with them was that perfect saint, Bella.

I clenched the steering wheel as I realized I would have to explain my lateness to Emmett and Jasper. Jasper would probably let it go after a few questions, but I knew with a growing terror that Emmett was going to badger me about it until I had spilled nearly everything I knew about the girl, which was virtually nothing.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I muttered fiercely to myself. "I shouldn't have gotten so wrapped up in her!"

I muttered another couple derogatory words about Emmett as I pulled onto the curb. I stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk. I walked up the steps to the apartment complex. I opened the door and took the elevator straight to the third floor, where I opened up the door to room 186.

Jasper and Emmett were sitting on the couch, battling it all out on the Xbox 360. I put the grocery bags on the counter of the kitchen.

"Hi, Edward." Jasper greeted quickly. His fingers pressed rapidly across the buttons. I peered up to get a good look at the screen. Halo 3, I thought amusedly. We all loved that game.

"Hey, Jazz. Really, a sniper rifle, Emmett?" I teased.

Emmett scowled. "Well, at least I'm not addicted to Spartan Lasers…" he bit back.

"Yes!" Jasper cheered suddenly. "Gravity Hammer!"

"Aw, man." Emmett mumbled.

"Guys, the food's here. Go get some." I waved a hand in front of both of their faces.

The pair leapt up, leaving the controllers and headsets strewn across the couch. They raced each other to the kitchen and grabbed the bags of groceries. I sighed, hoping I wouldn't have to go back tomorrow. Or, I told myself, just maybe I want to go back tomorrow, to see if Bella's there.

I pushed the obsessed thought out of my mind and watched in a condescending manner Emmett and Jasper fought over the cookies.

"Oh, and Emmett, I got your party set." I announced casually.

"Is it Spongebob?!" he gasped, as if it were of vital importance.

"No," I snorted. "Of course not."

Emmett's face turned downcast. "Okay," he faked sadness, but I could the laughter in his eyes. I smirked and leaned against the counter. "So, man, why were you like 20 minutes late?"

I paused. I had been waiting in fear for this moment. "Well, you see, I sort of…literally, bumped into a girl there. She hit me and then dropped all of her groceries. Her name was Isabella, but she told me to call her Bella. She was…nice." I stopped when I saw the mischievous glances of my roommates. I gulped nervously.

"Whadda' mean…nice?" Emmett asked with a growing simper.

"Just, you know, nice. Kind of pretty, really sweet, clumsy…" I found myself, reciting off a list of things. My jaws snapped shut.

"Aw…Eddie's finally got a crush!" Jasper sang. "Emmett, you know what to do."

Emmett cracked his knuckles. "Yep. Edward, it's time for your initiation."

I swallowed, hard. They would never hurt me, but still…this wasn't looking good.

(A/N) Ooh, cliffy. And, for some reason, I don't really like this chapter. Tell me what you think! All you have to do to review is press that little greenish-whitish button down there! It's not that hard! Look, it's waving at you! (-.-) -- Hey a monkey! Say hello to Bob the monkey then go review!

By the way, Halo 3 is a game that my friend and I play a lot. It's awesome.