A/N Happy reading! If you read before and remember - do you like this new direction more?
BPOV:
We turned around to face two absolutely beautiful men. One looked a bit older than the other. The younger one was the Jeep unloader, and to our absolute joy was definitely over six feet tall.
The older one had very light blonde hair that shone in the dim hall light, blazing blue eyes, and laugh lines. He was dressed in a smart white button up, tucked into navy chinos. He looked like he was trying to hold in another smile, because the edges of his lips were curled upward slightly.
The younger Jeep-guy was the one clapping madly at us, while Alice and Rose attempted to glare viciously at him, although really holding back smiles of their own. It didn't take me very long to start giggling at the awkward situation that had presented itself.
They all turned to look at me while the younger one and I continued to laugh, but after a minute we were all in hysterics.
Once our laughter calmed down, we all awkwardly looked at one another. The younger looking one spoke up.
"Hey there, ladies. What a wonderful welcome to the building," he had a huge grin across his face, and seemed to shine from the inside out. "I'm Emmett Cullen. This is my dad, Carlisle Cullen." At his name Carlisle waved at us brightly.
Rose decided to be bold, and spoke up. "Hello there, Emmett. I'm Rosalie Hale, but I go by Rose. This here," She pointed swiftly to the little pixie we know and love, "is Alice Brandon." Alice grinned broadly, starting to bounce up and down just a little. "And this is Bella Swan. We're best friends, but more like sisters," tipping her head in my direction.
Emmett again smiled brightly at her, like most of the male species did.
Emmett grabbed Rose's still outstretched hand and to our shock and awe, gently kissed the back. Carlisle beamed with pride at his son's gentlemanly actions, Rose looked like she was ready to faint.
"Well, Emmett, we better get going…" Carlisle pitched in quietly. He had a nice voice, too.
"NO! Wait a second!" Alice leaned over to me and grabbed the beloved brownies. "We made you guys some brownies!" She exclaimed with a little too much fervor, peeking behind them into the open apartment.
Just as she said that another guy walked out of their room. He looked almost exactly like a younger version of Carlisle, even down to the laugh lines.
"No. Freaking. Way. Em, we've been here three hours and you've already made brownies?! And you didn't tell me?!" He was absolutely zeroed in on the brownies, and it didn't seem like he'd even seen us yet. I guess he didn't hear us giggling, either.
"No, dufus, I didn't make them," Emmett guffawed, as the new blond reached his bare hands into the pan and scooped out a piece.
Alice, Rose, and I burst out laughing at Emmett's nickname for his friend, and his odd behavior. 'Dufus' whipped around to face us, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. "They did." Emmett finished grandly.
The new guy stood up quickly, glanced at each of our faces, and tried to wipe his hands on his jeans. I think we were all thankful for the brief moment of levity, because holy hell. TWO hotties across the hall. The blonde was dressed in light wash jeans, an orange t-shirt, and an open short sleeve button-up. He also had hiking boots on, and looked like he could squat a car.
While we appraised him, he did the same, looking lastly at Alice. As soon as their eyes met, they both seemed to physically melt. I had NEVER seen her do that before. And no offense to her, but Alice had certainly had her fair share of boyfriends.
"I'm Alice…" She sighed out dreamily. Oh god. She was worse than those soap opera women.
"Jasper Cullen…" He mumbled around a mouthful of brownie and bright red cheeks.
While they stood there drooling over each other, my phone went off. I mumbled an excuse and stepped down the hall, but still in view of them.
I glanced at the Caller I.D. on my cell, and saw that it was an unknown number.
I held a finger up to our new neighbors, before stepping a few feet away. "Hello?" I mumbled dejectedly.
"Is this Isabella Swan? This is Officer Sam Uley," I gasped. Sam had been my Dad's partner for about a year. Although we hadn't met, I recognized his name from my frequent conversations with Charlie.
"Hi Sam. Is everything alright? Is it Charlie? I can be there by tomorrow," My heart was pounding in my chest, my stomach in knots. This was already too similar to the call I received a year prior about my mom, Renee. Tears welled in my eyes.
"We're so sorry, Miss Swan. It was a freak accident. We've never seen anything like it." The floor spun wildly as I dropped my phone and slammed forward into the concrete. Renee was gone.
He paused, not seeming to understand my question. "Uh... yes. Everything's fine. I'm just calling because- OH. Oh, Isabella. I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about your mom's accident before I called, I should've started by saying everything's fine, I apologize. I hope I haven't caused you any distress," he rushed out, seeming, after a moment, to understand my panic.
I took a deep breath, noticing the girls go quiet behind me. I waved them off, not wanting to sound the alarm. "Okay, thank you for that. So what's up?" I tried to calm my heart rate, smacking my hair tie against my wrist, a distraction from the welling panic in my chest.
"Well uh... as you know it's your dads birthday next month, and a few of the other guys want to throw a celebration since it's his last before retirement," My cheeks automatically spread into a wide grin.
"Oh, Sam, that is a wonderful idea. You know how he hates attention - but I'm sure he will love gathering everyone together. Do you have a date in mind? How can I help?" I responded excitedly, my mind reeling with flights and present details.
We chattered for a few minutes about the party specifics, Sam reassuring me repeatedly that there was nothing for me to do, the ladies in the office had it covered. As the conversation wrapped up, he seemed to remember something.
"Oh, Bella, before I forget. Please invite those friends of yours, or anyone you want, really. Your dad always jokes about how lucky he is, to get a three-for-one daughter special with you and those girls." I laughed, hard. Charlie may love them now, but we sure did irritate him as troublesome teenagers. Every time one of us lacked will or strength, the other two were there to bolster you up and cheer you on... from taking the SAT's to scaling the town water tower after graduation.
