a/n Please note that all WitFit entries are unedited. No beta. The exercise is meant for you to just start writing from the prompt you're given. Let your imagination go and not over think. I don't own Twilight.

Word Prompt: Young*

Dialogue Flex: "Would it help if I tried?" she asked.

Using the provided snippet of dialogue, explore what comes to mind, be it a scene, a thought, or something else.

"How long until you get here?" I asked.

"10 minutes."

"Cool."

"I told you not get this car. You don't know shit about them but you're spoiled rotten."

"Thanks, Rosalie," I said testily. "See you soon." We hung up and I got out of the car. The hood had started to smoke and I knew enough to know that's not good. I pulled off the side of the road and gave Rosalie a call. I just got this car because vintage was classy. I also liked that it impressed the girls and guys thought it was cool. That might have been shallow but what was Forks without trying to keep up appearances? I left practice and thought I'd take the car for a drive but now it looked like that wasn't the smartest thing to do.

I walked to the front of the car and opened the hood. A little smoke was still lifting off the parts but I had no idea what to do. It just seemed logical to open the hood and let the car cool down. A truck pulled off the road in front of me. It looked like a Chevy too. Vintage and a rusty color. I wondered if the owner bought it like that or had it since it was made. When a girl in slim jeans, a navy v-neck sweater, and uncooperative, brown hair hopped out, I knew this was not an original owner. She was hot and clearly my age. I sucked in my lower lip and let it out into a cocky grin. She returned my grin with a kind smile and started making her way over to my car.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"It is now," I replied, still grinning as she approached me. I saw her hesitate and mentally smacked myself. Smart. Teenage girl stops along a quiet road only to be greeted with a horny guy making suggestions. If I wanted more from her than "fuck off" I needed to not be perverted. "My car started giving me problems so I pulled off. I was just checking under the hood now." She started walking towards me again.

"Would it help if I tried?" she asked.

I snorted. "Not if you don't know what you're doing."

I liked that she just smirked at me and moved me out of the way. I also liked that she touched me to move me. Don't be a pervert, I reminded myself. She started fiddling with a bunch of crap I didn't know and I knew I should've been concerned with this road-side stranger messing with my car but I couldn't keep my eyes off her face, scrunched in concentration.

"This is a beautiful car. What's a guy like you doing with it?" If I didn't noticed her small smile, I wouldn't have guessed she was teasing.

"And what's that supposed to mean? What kind of guy am I like?" I kept my tone playful so she knew I didn't really take offense.

"The kind of guy who doesn't know shit about a 1962 Chevy Nova." With that quip, she shut the hood and smirked at me. She was flirting and I couldn't get enough of it.

I leaned against the car and gave it right back. "What's there to know when I've got you prowling the streets looking for helpless guys?"

She laughed at that. "I was not prowling the streets. I was heading home and saw you-"

"Uh huh." She cut her eyes at me and I tried not the laugh.

"It was clear you didn't know what you were doing and I knew I could help. Your face is very expressive."

"So you saw my face, liked what you saw, and decided to stop."

"Oh my god." She started to walk back to her truck.

"Wait, wait! I'm just messing with you." I ran to jump in front of her, stopping her before she got to her truck. I gave her a soft, genuine smile. "Thank you for stopping."

She still glared at me but I could tell she wasn't really upset. "What's your name?"

"Edward. Yours?"

"Isabella." I decided to push my luck and go back to obnoxiously flirting with her. I liked seeing her huffy with me. "Bella then. It's a more appropriate name for you."

I got a cute eye roll at that. "Well, Edward, do you even want to know what's wrong with your car?"

"Not really. I'll just forget it. My friend, Rosalie, is supposed to be here." I glanced at my watch. I needed to check my cell that I left in the car.

"Oh." I looked up because the tone had changed. In that tiny "oh" I could tell she assumed something. I didn't like the drop in her face. She wasn't smiling or scowling. She looked sad. That made me happy. Really happy. But I needed to clear this up.

"Rosalie's my sister's best friend since kindergarten. She's grown up with us and she's my mechanic. The girl knows her cars. And her boyfriend Emmett. She knows him real well." Bella looked back up at me through her lashes and I saw her shift back.

"Ok well then she'll know what you need to do," she said softly. A strange thing happened then. We got lost in each other for the slightest moment. The wind picked up and swirled around us, tousling her hair. My wild mess fell into my eyes a little and I wanted to brush it back but I couldn't move. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly through her parted lips. My eyes got heavy and I leaned in closer to her. I wasn't going to kiss her. I just met her. But we were caught in some kind of trance. It felt magnetic like I had to be closer to her.

I heard another car behind me pull off the road. It broke pull between us and I looked back to see Rosalie hop out of her car. "Hey Ro," I said and started walking over to her. "Come on," I told Bella. I wanted her to meet Rosalie so she'd know there was nothing going on there. Bella hesitated but ended up following me.

"Hey," Rosalie said cautiously. She was looking at Bella and sizing her up. That's not exactly the reaction I wanted.

"Ro this is Isabella. Bella, Rosalie. She saw me struggling over here and pulled off to help me out." Rosalie squinted her eyes and gave Bella a hard look. It seemed like a good idea to have Bella meet her so she'd know there was nothing suspicious about my earlier reference but Rosalie was in full bitch mode. I tried to signal for her to cut it out but she ignored my bug eyes and the "stop" that I mouthed.

"What do you know about cars? You didn't mess shit up did you?" Rosalie snipped. I was about to interject but Bella beat me to it.

"I know that he shouldn't have bought a 1962 Nova because of the faulty 327 motor. The engine overheated. He's gonna need a new head gasket and check the warping on the engine head when you're done being a bitch." Bella turned on her heel and headed back to her car, leaving Rosalie and me stunned. I knew I loved her feistiness.

Rosalie recovered first. "Wait up! You know about that crap engine? I told Edward he was an idiot to buy this car. He doesn't know shit about it." She almost ran into Bella who stopped and turned around to smile at her.

"I said the same thing! He looked like he didn't know what he was doing and I couldn't figure out why he'd bother with a vintage car he didn't know how to handle."

"Hey!" I didn't want them to start insulting me. I was still standing nearby. I walked over the girls but they kept ignoring me.

"I know. I know. It's a beautiful ride but not for everyone." Rosalie rolled her eyes at me. "He's using it to pick up chicks."

"I am not!" That wasn't exactly true but this isn't what I wanted Bella to hear.

Bella laughed and looked up at me. She bit her lip and looked at me like she was studying a piece of art. "I guess he is since he got me to stop."

"Okay now wait a minute. I didn't even see you until you pulled up in front of me. Trust me. Car problems are not something I need to pick up chicks." That sounded more arrogant than I intended but oh well.

Rosalie bellowed out a laugh and shook her head. "I'm going to take a look real quick and then we can drop the car off at the shop."

While Rosalie went to do whatever Forks women seem to do with cars, I shyly looked back at Bella. I don't normally feel shy around girls but I felt like I'd been saying all the wrong things around her and wasn't sure how to proceed.

Lucky for me, she knew. "I was just teasing you about the pick up thing. I know you didn't try to pick me up."

"Well…" I let it hang there. I gave her a crooked smile and we both laughed. I couldn't get over how cute she was.

"I better get going. I was meeting my parents and now I'm late." This disappointed me. I wanted to see her again. I needed to.

"Are you new here? I feel like we should have run into each other before."

"Is that a another pick up? 'Come here often'." She was messing with me but I gave her playful nudge. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah I do. Guess I've given you a challenge, haven't I?" She started walking backwards towards her truck. "Let's see if the hot shot driver can run into me again."

For a second time, she left me speechless. "Nice meeting you Rosalie," she said as she passed Ro perched on the hood of my car, watching our exchange. "You too. I'm sure I'll see you around," she replied with a wink.

Bella climbed into her truck and started up her engine with a rumble. She rolled down her window and quickly looked back at me. With a giggly smile, she waved and drove off with her long hair blowing out of the window. I waited until I couldn't see her truck anymore before I looked back at Rosalie. She was staring at me in disbelief.

"What?"

She shook her head and made her way to her car. "Nothing. Let's get to the shop before they close. It's safe to drive, lover boy."

I shouted back at her, "What's that supposed to mean?" She got into her car and gave me a look that said "I'm not telling you shit". Frowning a little I got back in my car and let my mind work on something that needed an answer more than Ro's weird look. Who was Isabella and how was I going to make her my girl by the end of summer?

*These are the same characters from Stomp, Adhere, Flourish, and Intercept. It takes place in July before their junior year (Before Adhere).