14 - EPOV

I was sitting in the living room and perusing some, er, adult entertainment on my laptop when I heard a loud banging noise and a woman's scream coming from the apartment next door.

I recognized the noise right away as being a burst pipe. I could still hear the water gushing and knew I needed to act quickly to avoid having too much of a mess.

I ran to the basement and turned off the water to the house. When I came back upstairs, I told Brandon to stay in bed and to not touch anything until I came back.

I quickly got my tools and knocked on the neighbor's door.

After three tries, with no answer, I got worried that something was really wrong so, with a sigh, I walked into what seemed like an empty house.

This was not going to be pretty.

Dad was going to have a fit.

And most likely blame me for this.

This apartment, being the mirror image of my own, I knew exactly where everything was so I quickly climbed the stairs two at a time and made my way toward the closed bathroom door.

There was already water seeping from underneath the door but thankfully, it didn't seem to spread much which meant that it wasn't flowing anymore.

I knocked on the door, "Excuse me, do you need any help in there?"

"Please, I don't know what happened," a small voice came through, sounding panicky and possibly on the verge of tears.

"Please open the door, miss. I, er, I live next door. I'm a plumber." I yelled through the closed door.

I heard some shuffling and then the door opened to reveal a very small and very pretty woman dressed in nothing but a white terrycloth bathrobe. Judging by her hair, she was the same girl I'd seen in the backyard a few nights ago.

Her big brown eyes, rimmed with tears peered up at me, "Oh thank God. I turned on the tap and heard a loud noise then the water stopped filling the tub but I noticed some coming out of the wall behind there," she motioned toward the tub. "I'm so sorry."

I walked over to the bathtub where I could see it was probably a pipe inside the wall that had burst when she had turned the water on, "It's not your fault. My father wanted me to fix some of the older pipes and I kept putting it off."

She got some towels to pick up the mess, "Is Carlisle your father?"

I turned to her, "Yeah, I'm Edward, by the way," I smiled and took her hand in mine. "Nice to finally meet you."

"I'm Bella," she smiled and I swear I heard angels sing.

I was so screwed.

So there... WE HAVE CONTACT! :o)

Apparently some of you were impatient... sheesh, relax the whole thing's written already... *winks at Sandy*

Oh and there is a picture of the house they share on my banner... which is on FB cause FF is a fail with links... come find me, Missy Melissa Cullen.