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Chap 5 What is she thinking?

EPOV

What is that girl up to? She's making me crazy. I swear since I first saw her this morning.

*Flashback*

Oh looks like the new family is here. Hmm Jasper said they'd be in today. I wonder what they'll be like? He said there is a daughter and a son, and the girl is my age, but the boy is older by like a year I think. Well I guess I'll just have to introduce myself at some point.

I'm just going to move to the window to get a better look, wow. I mean WOW! That girl is beautiful. Please let that be the daughter, she's got long, curly, brown hair, and she's dressed like a cowgirl. Man, she's pretty. "Mom, I'm gonna go see if I can help out the new neighbors."

"Sure honey, that sounds fine, go ahead." Thank you mom. Oh look at her, she looks really happy about something. I'm just going to ask if I can do anythi…OMPH!

What just happened? "Who the heck do you think you are? Look where you're going next time, and maybe then you won't land people flat on their butts in the middle of their own driveway! I mean really…" Is she yelling at me? For bumping into me? How is this my fault? I mean she's the one who was dancing!

Wait, is she checking me out? Of course she is, what girl doesn't? "Well maybe you should watch what you're doing there Princess!" Whoa, where did that come from? "If you hadn't been dancing around then you wouldn't have run into me. And just so you know, our driveways are connected so technically I didn't knock you down in your driveway, especially since you were prancing around on my half of the driveway." Not to mention I was only trying to be neighborly.

Crap, she looks pissed now. "PRINCESS? Really? Well I think it's only fair that if you're gonna call me Princess, then I should call you Jerk, or maybe DB. And I think we both know what that stands for. Oh and by the way Mr. Fast-Paced, its called manners, you know I was born and raised in the south so maybe while we're living here, I might be able to spread some southern hospitality you're way." So she is a cowgirl? Well I don't care, she's wigging out for no reason, and I don't like being yelled at.

"Well listen to that accent. You know, I thought you might have told me to 'kiss your grits'. That is what y'all say down south, correct?" Uh I don't know why I'm being such a jerk but that's how its going right now.

"For your information DB, we do say kiss my grits, but if you're gonna say, say it right. And you can't fake twang, so don't try. I've got a feelin that this whole neighbor situation isn't going to work out. But I think if you stay on your side of the driveway, then maybe I can do my best to ignore your arrogant head." Well that works for me.

*End Flashback*

And that's how this whole thing got started. I was infatuated from the beginning. I have no reason why, but I've got a need to know her.

So later, I went to help them move in, hoping I'd run into her and be able to apologize, after all, my mother did raise me to be a gentleman. But that was out of the question. She yelled downstairs for her stuff and her mother chose me to take it to her. On top of that, her room is the balcony room that faces my bedroom.

I was heading up the stair with a few of Isabella's boxes and her mother, Renee, stopped me to ask if I could help Isabella move her furniture around, something about her stubbornness could get her hurt. I don't know, but I happily agreed, hoping it would give us time to get to know each other.

Yeah, right. I got up there she's already looking for a fight with me. We finally got around to moving the furniture, and that took us two hours. She claims it's all my fault for disagreeing with her, but if she'd just listen the first time I say something we would have been done within 30 minutes.

Her mother called up the stairs at 5, telling Isabella to get ready, and so I left and headed home. When I got to my room, I saw her huffing around her bedroom trying to block the double balcony doors with curtains and clothes. She looked so irritated, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

Argh. She's just so infuriatingly intriguing that I can't help but want to be around her. Then, when I finally get near her, we argue.

"knock, knock Edward." Alice.

"What do you want Alice?"

"Well I'm just wondering what exactly took you two hours at the Swan house?"

"That girl! That's what. Alice you've got no idea. She started yelling at me for something that I didn't even do, and then I tried to help her, but I couldn't stop being rude. She drives me crazy Ali."

"Sounds like somebody's got a little crush?"

"NO! I mean she's pretty, but she makes me so mad, I can't stand it."

"Whatever you say Eddie. By the way, get cleaned up, they're on their way."

"Thanks Al, I'll see you downstairs." Alice.

She means well, but man, can she get the wrong impression. I don't like Princess, do I? No I don't.

Well it sounds like they're here. I'll show up fashionably late. Squealing, yeah, Alice has met Princess. I guess I could properly introduce myself to the rest, and maybe get to know her brother a little more.

"Hey, you must be Emmett? I'm…"

"Edward, yeah I know, Bella's already told me about earlier, and might I say, I'd watch my back. She's a real spit fire when she wants to be."

"Okay, thanks, I'll keep that in mind." And after a few moments of mindless chatter, I went to find Alice and Princess.

"That's what I'm thinking too." The voice of the famous Princess.

"And what would that be Princess Isabella?" Perfect timing, the look on her face tells me I've just interrupted something good.

"Well DB," Why is she looking at me like that? Oh my goodness, she touched my arm. What is she doing? Does she know she's driving me crazy? Wait, what did she just say? Think Edward, think. Uh, I think she said something about sitting across from me tonight.

Did she just wink at me, and then leave? This girl is up to something. Maybe this is what Emmett was talking about. I'm afraid now. Wait, she said she like to be called Bella, okay so no more Princess. Just Bella, well it suits her, she is beautiful.

Time for dinner.

AN: So this is the first time I've written from EPOV. I hope it was alright. Let me know okay? I really love it when I get emails that somebody has reviewed my story.

Sarah Beth(: