A/N: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I'm Hannah.

Edwards POV.

"Edward, did you get all of your CD's in the truck?" My Father was standing in the doorway. "I just need to put this last box in, then I'm done." I replied with little emotion. My mood wasn't the best these days.

I went downstairs where my mother was packing sandwiches for the trip. She looked at me, and gave me a weak smile. My whole family pretended not to be angry with me for making us have to move.

My parents really don't know how to react to my expulsion. They want to be disappointed with me for using physical violence, which is something I was taught never to do. On the other hand they know my actions were justified and in some ways, they want to be proud of me.

My brother, Jasper, feels just as guilty as I do. He always feels responsible for everyone else's emotions. Especially mine. We grew up really close to each other. Sibling rivalry was seldom, even though we are exact opposites.

"Did everyone go to the bathroom?" Asked my mom. She was so funny sometimes. "Yes mom I think we all remembered how to pee." Jasper spoke for all of us, and I had to smile at that.

My dad and I were in the U-haul, while Jasper and my mom drove the Mercedes. We were moving from Chicago, all the way to Forks, Washington. This was going to be a long trip. I sighed.

Forks, Washington is supposed to be tiny, green, and rainy. I had always grown up as a city boy. I asked over and over why we couldn't just move to Seattle. My mother had found an abandoned house right next to some woods with only one neighbor that she loved, and I couldn't argue anymore. I want my family to be as happy as they can.

My Dad started driving shakily down the road. "It's been a while since I had to drive a stick-shift." He chuckled. At least if he kills us, I don't have to move to Forks. "Dad, what if all the people in Forks are rednecks, and don't brush their teeth. How am I supposed to get a girlfriend?" I joked.

"Well if you don't brush your teeth either, then you won't even notice." Touché. My dad always had a clever comeback. We drove about 700 miles before we decided that we should meet my mom and Jasper at a restaurant off the next exit.

We saw the Mercedes, and parked next to it. My mom and brother were waiting inside, sitting in a ratty old booth. We sat down next to them, and I started thinking about all the germs that had to be living symbiotically with other larger germs on the very table I was about to eat on. Yuck.

I ordered a burger from the menu while the young waitress gawked at both me, and my brother. We were used to it. I don't mean to seem conceited, but we have good genes.

"So how much longer until we get there?" I asked with a bite of French fries still in my mouth. "We're going to stop to sleep in about three hours, then we'll leave again bright and early and should be there by around four or five Washington time tomorrow." My father answered me, I knew he'd have the all mapped out.

After a little more family chat we were back in the U-haul and headed back down the freeway. "Dad, are you going to miss Chicago?" I asked him, even though I didn't want to know the answer. "Yes, but I think we're going to like it in Washington. It's simpler over there. I think that's what we need."

I was pretty sure everyone was going to miss Chicago with the exception of me. I used to love it there, but after I nearly broke the jaw of the most popular boy in school, even my girlfriend stopped talking to me.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, we stopped to sleep one time, and then we drove the remainder of the way without stopping almost at all.

We pulled up to the large white house, it was a wreck, but it had potential. I had seen what my mom could do to a house. As much as I wanted to hate this place, I had to admit, the woods next to our house really were beautiful. I stepped out of the truck and began unloading the boxes with the word "KITCHEN" written on them in big bold letters.

I started to hear yelling coming from the distance. "You ungrateful bitch…." Someone boomed almost incoherently. A higher pitched, softer voice yelled something back that was inaudible. It had to be coming from the only house close to us, which was across the street. We really must have moved to some ghetto town. In my neighborhood in Chicago, you never would have heard someone shouting profane things.

A tall boy around my age appeared from the house and stumbled to an old Volkswagen. Assuming he was the one yelling, I already don't like him. I hope he doesn't live there.

"I'll race you to the pick the best room!" Jasper practically shouted at me, even though he was only a few feet away. "You're on." I was always on for a good competition with Jasper.

"On your mark……get set…..GO!" My father shouted, and we were off. The inside of the house looked a lot better than the outside. The walls were a different color in every room, but they were all neutral. I raced up the circular stairwell. We both knew I was going to win, I think he just wanted to run after sitting in the car for almost two days.

We checked out the three available bedrooms, they were the exact same size. "Well that was pointless." Jasper snorted with a chuckle, slightly out of breath. We decided that we would leave the middle room open. Even though we loved each other, we loved privacy as well.

I went back to the U-haul to unload some of my boxes now that I knew where to put them, and that's the first time I saw her. She was sitting on the roof. She had long brown hair, and a small frame. I stepped away from the rest of my family so I could stare at her shamelessly.

I figured that she was the one being yelled at by the boy who had left earlier, and I suddenly became sad. She began looking at me, so I looked down. I don't know what it was about her, but I wanted to walk over there and talk to her. I wanted to see if she was okay after all the screaming.

A police cruiser pulled up to the house, and she hopped back into the house. We finished unloading the U-haul, and my family wanted to go get dinner. "I'll stay here and keep unpacking, can you bring me something back?" I asked my mom. I wanted to get my stereo set up so I could listen to music. "Are you sure?" She said in a way only a mother would, like she was genuinely concerned that I would regret missing out on one of thousands of family dinners.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just get me a sandwich or something, you know what I like." I kissed her on the cheek and they left.

I was sorting through my boxes of things for at least an hour. My family wouldn't be back for a while because there were no restaurants in Forks. They had to drive to a little place called "Port Angeles" about an hour or so away.

I kept working for another hour or so when there was a knock at the door. I got up, and walked stiffly down the stairs, I had been sitting for too long.

I opened the door and there stood the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was the girl from the roof. She had beautiful brown eyes, porcelain skin, and her lips were mesmerizing. She smelled amazing, floral somehow, but not like perfume. She just looked at me sheepishly with homemade cookies in her hands.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan. I live across the street. Umm…I just wanted to uh….welcome you to the neighborhood." I took the cookies from her hands, and chuckled. I didn't know people still did that. "I'm Edward." I looked up to meet her face, and it wasn't until she started that adorable blush that I noticed the huge bruise across her cheek.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, and she looked puzzled. I meant to just point to her cheek to let her know what I was talking about, but once my hand was in the air I couldn't help myself but to lightly brush the back of my hand over it.

She winced at my touch, and took a step back. She looked like she was afraid. "Oh this? I fell at the beach earlier." She said. She was lying. I knew exactly how she got it. The thought of that strange guy hitting her was making me angry, and I didn't want her to see me like that. "Well thank you for the cookies, I'll tell my family you stopped by, goodbye, Bella." I said quickly as I shut the door.

I was infuriated. How could someone hit her? She seemed to sweet, and even if she weren't, that guy who left her house was nearly twice her size! What does someone like that have any business hitting someone so helpless? Especially a man hitting a woman. My father raised me and Jasper much better than that.

After I calmed down, I felt bad for shutting the door in her face. She probably thinks I'm some kind of freak who has violent mood swings. Great.

After I ate, I decided I should go to bed. My dad is taking me to get a car tomorrow, since I start school next week. I couldn't sleep. My mind just kept thinking of Bella.

A/N: Woo hoo! Edward is finally in the story. So is Jasper, did you really think I'd leave poor little Alice all alone? I hope you like it. Review, yeah? Gracias.