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Chapter Two
Whatever thought I was having about Renee's mental state was interrupted by a hard knock on the front door.
I made a non-crazy mental note to locate a hardware store to purchase paint. Something less conspicuous than red for the front door. Something plain.
Renee slightly groaned and said, "Can you get that while I put this back in the garage since you clearly aren't going to compromise?"
"Whatever." I sighed as I ran towards the door, hoping to God it wasn't a group of annoyingly friendly neighbors waiting to welcome us to the neighborhood.
The last thing I needed was to pretend to be friendly towards a group of strangers. And pie. The last thing my ass needed was pie.
A guy, man, in a white button down and black slacks stood in front of me with confusion. I wasn't exactly sure why he looked so confused since he was the one who came knocking on our door. It also baffled me when people called the wrong phone number and questioned if you were sure they had they wrong number.
"Can I help you?" I asked as nicely as possible, checking him out to make sure he wasn't hiding a pie behind his back.
"Is Renee here?"
"Is there something I can help you with?" I questioned without answering him, wondering if I was supposed to pretend my mom wasn't home. Sadly, I was used to lying for Renee, especially when it was time to pay rent or some other bill.
The man peered over my shoulder into the living room, which was easy since he was fucking tall, and searched for Renee. "She's expecting me."
"Okay," I said flatly. "Uh..."
"Sorry. I'm Edward Cullen," he said friendly enough, holding out his hand. "The landlord."
I eyed him and said, "Bella Swan. The daughter."
A/N: Do we like Landlordward? Maybe he should've brought pie.