Bella sat at her kitchen table, bored out of her mind. Biology homework was splayed out in front of her, but her attention couldn't hold the questions for more than a few seconds. She could hear the time pass on the old clock above the sink as she sank into Charlie's old wooden chair. Maybe she wouldn't be loosing her mind if she wasn't alone. Why did Edward have to pick the same weekend that Charlie was in Seattle for hunting?
She slammed her textbook shut, and moved over to the fridge. Nothing looked appetizing, so she moved to the cabinets, searching for something to taker her mind of the time. Sighing, she let her eyes dart to the clock. Eight thirty? It felt like at least eleven. She groaned, dropping her head into her hands.
The old, lumpy couch contorted to her shape as Bella flung herself across it. She reached for the remote, knowing full well that nothing was going to be on, when someone knocked on the door. She jumped up, hoping it would be a worthwhile visit with whomever it was. Seconds after the knocking stopped, it started again, and quickly changed into pounding. Bella, puzzled by this urgency, swung the door open.
A stranger stood before her. His skin was pale, but his cheeks were flushed, as if he had just been running. His chest heaved, and his deep blue eyes searched hers. Her eyebrows knit together; he seemed familiar, but at the same time, it was as if they'd never met. He ran a hand through his bronze colored hair, and she gasped.
"Edward?" she said in a hoarse whisper.
He was a human.