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A/N: This is A new chapter! The old chapter 3 was not edited and I apologise! The Story does NOT end where it did in the old chapter! Please Review!

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CHAPTER 3 - The Shallow & Dim-witted Blonde

Well the diet was as difficult as I had expected. Perhaps I ought to talk to Carlisle about it when he gets back from work. I focused on those thoughts while playing my beautiful grand piano. Ever since we had moved to New York about 10 or so years ago I couldn't do much but play my piano. I stayed there playing my piano for longer than I can imagine when suddenly a smelt something.

This scent was not one that I knew, I jumped up curiously. The key turned in the lock and in walked Carlisle with a woman by his side. The woman was an extremely tall blonde; she was striking. I suppose she could be attractive, but I prefer brunettes. I was bored with her already.


What on earth is his problem? My goodness he is the first man NOT to fall at my feet. What is he gay or something?
The blonde thought to 'herself'.

I sniffed indignantly. Just because I'm not attracted to the shallowest, dim-witted blonde, does NOT mean that I'm gay! How dare she? 'The blonde' doesn't even know me! Carlisle seemed to notice the exchange that happened between the blonde and I as a strange look crossed his face.

"Why don't you introduce yourselves? I need to discuss something with Esme." Carlisle said to both 'the blonde' and I as he walked away.

"I'm Rosalie Lillian Hale, but call me Rosalie." 'The blonde' said fluttering her eyelashes.

I groaned internally, was that little flutter supposed to bring me to my knees? I have one word for that 'flirting': WEAK!

"Edward Anthony Cullen." I replied.

He has to be gay, the eyelashes always work. Hmm, I look good today, ooh maybe tomorrow I'll wear my pink dress with the... I decided to stop listening there, I instead I chose to listen to Carlisle's thoughts.

Hmm, I wonder if Edward likes her. I want him to be happy. I wonder if he could ever love her, and if she could mean to Edward what Esme means to me?

Oh Dear God.

Oh this was fantastic! Carlisle chooses the vainest blonde in the entire world to join our 'family' and he also decides that she is what I would find attractive? What, has he gone completely insane?

"Can you please excuse me for a moment; I need to talk to Carlisle." I said politely to, what was her name again? Roxanne, yes Roxanne that's it; I'm sure.

'The Blonde' of course didn't object but went back to thinking shallow thoughts. I walked into the kitchen where Esme quickly escaped through the back door.

"Carlisle, not to say that I am not somehow grateful that you would think of bringing someone 'special' into my life; but she could never be more than a sister to me. Less than a friend even." I hissed under my breath.

Carlisle looked shocked. "Why? What I mean is how could you not like her? What's wrong with her?"

Before I could stop my self I shouted at the top of my lungs. "I PREFER BRUNETTES."

Oh My God. I actually just shouted that piece of private information with the entire house. I was then bombarded with thoughts shooting at me from Carlisle, Esme and 'The Blonde'.

Oh! That explains why he doesn't exactly fall at my feet, but I wonder if he means brunette men... Rosalie's thoughts made my shudder; how could she still think I was gay?

My God Edward, could you be louder? I don't think that Australia heard you. Don't you think that you could have shared that PRIVATE information in a more private location? Carlisle's thoughts, although highly embarrassing; actually made sense.

I swear to god, that if I could; I would have been blushing so terribly I would faint. I quickly switched to hearing Esme's thoughts.

Oh dear Edward; that had to have been embarrassing. You aren't gay are you? Not that I have a problem with that. Then again I wouldn't be too surprised; you never emphasized what kind of relationship you had with your companion William. Oh by the way, what is wrong with blondes? Not all of them are as shallow and vain as Rosalie. So her name was Rosalie, huh, she seems wore like a Roxanne.

Hey, they are once again implying that I'm gay! "I AM NOT GAY!"

Carlisle's eyes bulged; Rosalie and Esme ran into the room.

"Edward, we never said you were." Carlisle said suspiciously.

"Oh Well you didn't! Esme & What's-her-name did! Oh By the way good luck finding someone who will actually want to be with you! Once the poor man finds out what you're really like, he'll run for the hills! You are the shallowest most dim-witted blonde I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!" I finished exasperated.

Carlisle and Esme stood with their mouths open in shock. I looked at 'The Blonde' For A moment, and was taken aback immediately. She looked very close to tears. Oh Dear God, what is it with women and their need to cry over everything!

I opened my mouth as if to apologise but nothing came out. The Blonde, I mean Rosalie, whimpered out loud and her bottom lip trembled.

This was going to be a long day.

A/N: I am really sorry about the Chapter 3 that I had up before! It was the wrong document! Please Review! I don't like to continue My Stories unless people review! How bout I set a review-goal?! Okay I want at least 4 reviews before I continue! Pretty Please! Reviews are my source of life! xx Little Miss Shy 93.