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BPOV

I was sitting in a chair with Alice yanking knots out of my hair with absolutely no mercy. Alice and I were actually quite comfortable with each other- we had quickly become best friends. Seven months in to living with the Cullens, I finally met the legendary Rosalie Hale, Jasper's cousin. She was gorgeous, of course.

I went out with the two of them on days they claimed I needed to be free from the stress. We danced. Emmett tagged along, only to lust after Rose. Alice dragged Jasper and Edward along.

I was living... such a normal life.

I was starting to smile at the thoughts of the beautiful life I was living until I wailed in pain at the yank of hair. I shot Alice a glare in the mirror.

She just smirked.

"Alice, I know how to do my own make up. I used to make a living off of it, you know." I used to flinch when someone asked me about my career as a stripper, but now, this crazy family made me feel comfortable enough that I was throwing jokes around about it left and right.

Alice snorted. "Bella, those boys that you entertained were not looking at your face. Trust me." She shook her chest to emphasize her point. I let out a loud laugh that was similar to Emmett's. "Plus.. Edward's no boy."

A blush redenned my cheeks and I ducked my head to hide it.

Thursday night, Edward had asked me out on a date.

Thursday Night

Angela and Victoria were quickly growing up. It was terrifying.

Carlisle and Esme had entered them into school two months ago. Angela was healthy enough to live a normal life. The surgery had done wonders on her body.

So, after everyone had spent months taking turns tutoring them (except me, of course) they were ready for the new school year.

Alice was great at Social Studies and Science- she explained so much that I sat at the tables watching her as intently as my sisters did. "This is Mitosis," She had said, pointing at a picture of a cell.

I had never gotten the chance to appreciate the intricacy of science and history.

I was mesmerized.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I exclaimed. "So we only landed a man on the moon because the president thought it would boost American moral?" When Alice nodded, I slumped in my seat. Americans were so competitive.

Jasper would assist Alice in Social Studies, more specifically, the wars. He could name who was in term during every single war. He could tell you who won which battle, and the strategies used.

However, he was also exceptional at math.

He made the do practice problems every day. A new lesson.

The girls caught on effortlessly- eager to absorb any new information.

I was glad they were going to experience school.

Jasper had taught them so far in advance, I knew they would breeze through school.

Math, however, was my mortal enemy. While the girls slept, I worked on their problems in my room. It was a lesson they had gotten so easily, that Jasper taught them two lessons that day. I, however, was no friend of the Pythagoreon Theorem.

Emmett wanted the girls to be athletes, so he allowed them to chase and tackle him. They had an amazing arm, and would tryout for Fork Junior High's softball team. They were also great at soccer. I never understood the sports, so I allowed Emmett to run around with them as he taught them with their every move.

Rosalie was sitting by me, explaining the rules and what he was teaching them.

"So, if the catcher doesn't catch on the third strike, they can try and make it to first before they are thrown out?" I inquired as Emmett was correcting Victoria's hold on the bat.

Rosalie nodded, but did not take her eyes off of Emmett.

I blushed at the desire she had as she watched Em. I also saw the opportunity to tease her, though.

"You must really like softball, huh, Rose?" Her head snapped at me and her eyes widened. A blush creeped onto her perfect cheeks. Her mouth hung ajar. I chuckled and nudged her playfully. "Go for it, Rose. You know he's completely in love with you."

"I- I know." The uncertainty in her voice was disturbing. She straightened up, and grew smug. "Em? Wanna pitch one to me?"

Rosalie jumped up and grabbed the bat from Victoria and took her stance.

"Take it easy on me." She purred.

Em chuckled. "You think I'm stupid, Rosie? Girls, back way up!"

Good thing too. The hit sounded like thunder and it flew way past were the girls had originally been positioned, and Victoria was able to catch it.

"It was so hot that he had the confidence in me." Rosalie had explained after praising the girls on their catching skills.

Carlisle, Esme, and Rose all did random topics and helped in any way they could.

Edward was, of course, amazing at English.

They read one book together for a week, and had to read one on their own during that week. He would have them highlight words they did not know, and would make them look them up in their dictionaries.

He would help them write properly structured essays.

He taught them about literary devices and poems.

I watched his lips form around each word as he read about woman warriors or tragic goddesses. His voice soothed me to sleep that night.

"Beautiful- er, Bella?" A voice pulled me out of sleep. I was curled up on the couch I had watched Edward from.

"Hmm?" I asked sleepily. I looked into Edward's clear green eyes.

The proximity had never bothered me.

I used to feel disgust when so close to someone. Not now.

"Bella, I think you should head up to the room." The house was quiet. Carlisle must be at a night shift. Esme probably already tucked the girls in.

I stumbled off the couch and into Edward's arms.

Sleep still clouding my head, I did not realize just how embarrassed I should be about the awkward situation my clumsiness had just sentenced me to. Instead, I took a deep whiff of his beautiful scent that I quickly related to safety.

A chuckle shook the earth around me.

Oh. Right. Edward shook.

"Bella, I can carry you to bed, if you wish? Or I could just bring you a blanket?" I lifted my arms up like a kid and the ground was no longer under me.

Instead, I was wrapped in protection.

I would never be hurt here.

But then my blanket of safety left as I was being lied onto my bed.

"Bella, please let go." I was holding him by his neck.

"No." I grumbled and pulled him towards me.

He cleared his throat. "Please, Bella. It's too tempting."

"Fine." I complained and buried my face into the pillow.

I had such a nice bed.

Good bed.

"Bella, can I take you out on a date?" I shot up and bumped heads with Edward. We both held our foreheads and groaned.

We met eyes and chuckled once the pain was gone.

"Bella, can I take you out on a date?" I smiled.

Edward had been nothing but patient with me. We only very rarely spent time alone together. He worked as slowly as he could, in order to assure that I would not be rushed.

He did not know my past, but he knew that it was not something that I would be able to get over enough to date him.

Well, at least until now.

I must had looked like a moron with such a wide grin. I really did.

I didn't care.

"Yes." I breathed. His eyes flashed happiness and he left my room.

"Goodnight, beautiful. I'll see you Saturday." With that, he left my room.

Well, so much for sleep.

I used the house phone to call Alice and Rosalie, who squealed after their initial anger that I had woken them up so early. Alice and Rosalie insisted that they be there to prepare me for the date.

Today

So here I am, Saturday night, my head feeling as though it was being interrogated for some national crime.

One more moan.

"Really, Bella, it's not like you know how to dress well." Rosalie said, grabbing mascara to attack my face.

I opened my mouth to protest but she raised an eyebrow.

"Hmph. Well, I have my reasons." It was true. Trying to guilt them only made them roll their eyes.

"Isabella Swan. If you're going to pull the Woe Is Me Card, then you have to explain your past." Rosalie said pointedly. Alice yanked my hair in agreement.

I allowed them to do my make up, my hair, and lay out my outfit.

I looked in the mirror after they allowed me to.

"Oh." Was all I managed to say at the woman before me.

She was wearing an elegant blue dress that made her pale skin soft and desirable. Curves in all the right places. Her face, usually plan and slightly unproportionate, was highlighted in all the right places. Smokey eyeshadow and plump red lips. The masterpeice was framed by silky brown curls.

I looked at my friends, unsure what to say.

They just looked over their work appreciatively, and smiled.

Before we could get too mushy, Alice demanded that we go downstairs so the rest of the family could see.

Rosalie went over too close to Emmett. Alice skipped into the arms of Jasper. Carlisle had a hand on Esme's waist. Angela and Victoria stood between them all.

They were all silently praising Alice and Rosalie's work.

And then the bell rang.

I floated over to the door. And opened it.

There was Edward, his hands holding a boquet of flowers.

He didn't hand them to me, though. He stared.

My heart raced with worry.

Did I not look good?

"Eddie, those flowers for me? Lillies? You shouldn't have." Emmett boomed from behind me and I heard a snicker and a slap- both probably from Rosalie. Edward tore his eyes from me and shot a glare over my shoulder.

He stiffly handed me the flowers and held his arm out for me. I took it.

He led us to his car.

He opened the door for me, and I slid in.

Before he closed the door, he took a deep breath and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Bella, you look beautiful."

AN: Their date will be the next chapter!

Hope you liked it.

Prom is tomorrow night! Super excited!

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