Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.
Summary: Life is good. My best friend of Twenty seven years just asked me out on a date. I like him, I like his family. And then there is his twin brother, who annoys me the most in the entire world.
BPOV
"Bella, I'm sorry to inform you, but Masen is making out with Jessica," Angela said to me.
What?
Really?
I was going to kill that bastard!
I mean, I had been planning for his birthday party for weeks, and this was how he decided to treat me, that too in the party itself?
How could he do this to me?
Why did he ask me on a date if this was how he was going to treat me?
My blood boiled as I saw them laughing and talking.
"Masen, I'm going to kill you!" I went to them.
He raised his eyebrow.
"If this is what you were going to do, why did you even ask me out on a date?" I was furious.
I was screaming due to multiple reasons. First, the music was too loud, and second, I was angry as hell.
"Isabella, look..." Jessica tried to interrupt, but I cut her off.
"I don't want to talk to you," I said, "Please stay out of our personal matters."
"You! Tell me, what exactly were you trying to do?" I went back to Masen again.
"Hello, Isabella," he waved at me shamelessly.
Ummm... what?
No, no, no!
That was... Edward?
He was here?
But why?
I mean, when did he come to Seattle?
"I guess you've figured out who I am," he winked.
God!
Why did I always, like, always end up making a fool out of myself in front of him?
And why exactly was he wearing almost almost a similar shirt as Masen's?
How old were they? Four?
And why exactly was he making out with Jessica?
Did he even know her?
But well, since when was 'knowing someone' his criteria anyway?
Such a playboy he was!
"Sorry, I... I... overreacted... I have been planning for his birthday since days, and I thought, 'Is this how he decided to treat me today?'" I gave an explanation like an idiot.
"Oh it's Masen's birthday today?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes. "You're his brother, of course you'd know his birthday!"
"That's true," he said, "Or also maybe because I share my birthday with him," he chuckled.
Oh yes, it's his birthday, too!
Why, why, why?
Why did I always allow him to make a fool of me?
I coughed and said, "Happy birthday, Edward!" And he laughed out loud.
"Thank you, Ms. Swan," he said as he laughed again.
And I wanted to run away from there as fast as I could.
