A/N: Hey, So here is the second chapter. You guys seemed to like it so I tried to make this one a bit longer. Thanks to all of you who reviewed! I hope you like this chapter aswell. I should be updateing soon enough and keeping on a regular schedual, that is if i don't get destracted. well Enjoy! R&R please!

Chapter 2: Big Hugs and Big Hearts

Edward's Point of View

When I had seen Isabella Swan for the first time in person, my heart almost broke. She was sleeping in my mother's car, curled in a ball, with tears rolling down her face, even though she was unconscious. Usually when people sleep they look peaceful, but Isabella looked as if she was in pain. I imagined that she was, in light of both of her parents being killed right in front of her.

My mother didn't want to wake her and neither did I, so I carried her into the guest room that was right next to mine. Then I helped my mother bring her things in quietly. Every time I looked at her face I just wanted to hold her and make it better.

When I had found out about Isabella coming to live with us I was confused. My mother forgot to mention the reason why right away. After she told me I felt a wave of grief for her and my mother.

Now that grief that I had felt was so intensified. Though it wasn't because Isabella had lost her parents, it was because she was hurting so much. For and hour I listened to her whimper in her sleep. When the cries became louder I realized that she was awake. She was crying hysterically and all I wanted to do was to make her feel better.

When I walked into Isabella's room she did not notice me. I walked over to the bed where she was curled in a ball crying so hard. My heart squeezed tightly as I watched her in pain. I quickly pulled her into a sitting position and hugged her to my chest.

She seemed surprised at first, but then she went limp in my arms. My arms encircled her tightly holding her to me trying to ease her pain. She buried her face in my chest, muffling her cries.

I stroked her hair and back trying to comfort her. I did not know what she had witnessed. All I knew is that her parents were murdered in front of her.

I couldn't imagine the pain that followed that sight, and I couldn't bear watching this girl, whom I had never seen before, in that pain. I knew all I could do was be there to hug her and to help her, and I promised my self that in that moment, I would always be right where she needed me, when ever she needed me.

Bella's point of view

I sobbed into his chest, the ever-flowing tears starting to run slower. Once I was almost calmed down, I looked up at his eyes. They were an amazing color green and I got lost in them. I was still pressed tight against his chest; his arms firm but so gentle. I started to speak but I ended up croaking out the words,

"I'm sorry." I told him. He looked down at me clearly puzzled.

"Why are you apologizing? You haven't done anything." He told me.

"I didn't finish, I wanted to say 'I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.'" I said. He looked surprised.

"Edward, my name is Edward. But you don't have to worry about that Isabella," he said comfortingly.

"Bella," I said throatily, "please call me Bella."

"Bella, alright then." He said.

"How long have I been crying? How long have you been here?" I asked him,

"You were crying for quite a while, I have been her for about an hour." He said. I cringed and blushed from embarrassment. I had hardly ever talked to boys, much less cry in front of them. I slowly pulled out of his comforting grasp although, I felt safe there. I wrapped my arms around my legs pulling them up to my chest and rested my chin on my knees so that I could look at him.

He was sitting on the bed, legs off the side, he looked somewhat disappointed when I pulled away but then his eyes grew curious. Then I really looked at him. He was a beautiful boy.

He had bronze colored hair slightly askew in different areas his green eyes were bright with worry for me. He was a little muscular, nothing special and he wore a tan t-shirt and sweat shorts. If I wasn't so sad, I would have been nervous.

"Hey, I just want you to know, I don't expect you to talk to me about anything, but I am here if you want to. I will always be here to help you." He said looking into my eyes. I nodded and a few tears trickled down my cheek. He put an arm around my shoulders and rubbed my arm soothingly.

"Thank you. Do you think we could talk about other stuff now? " I asked him.

"Of course. What do you want to talk about?" He asked me.

"Well, what do you like to do?" I asked him. He smiled and replied,

"I love to play the piano, and I love to read. I enjoy watching people too, trying to figure out their minds. What about you?"

"I like to read, I like music, and I love to learn. I didn't really have any friends in Phoenix so this is all very new to me." I told him.

"What is your favorite book?" he asked me.

"I have a collection of some of Jane Austin's writing and I love Wuthering Heights." I said it was probably the only words that I had put feeling behind in days.

"Ah, What is your favorite color?" he asked me.

"It changes from day to day," I said.

"Alright then what is your favorite color today?" he asked. Without really think it I said,

"Green." I realized I had said it because I was thinking about how amazing his eyes were.

The questions went like that for a little while until I felt tired enough to sleep. Edward gave me one last hug, and walked out the door. I could tell he would be a good friend. Maybe I could feel alive. Even thought it had only been a few days, it already felt like a lifetime. I looked at the clock, it said 3 A.M. I had 4 hours before I had to get up and go to school. But I still couldn't sleep.

I crept to Edwards door and opened it. I walked over to his bed. He sat up quickly and asked what was wrong. I decided I would tell him what happened to my parents. I needed to share it with some one, and he seemed like a very good person to do that with.

When I was finished Edward sat wide-eyed staring at me. Then, he pulled me into a hug.

"Oh, Bella…" he said. After that I easily fell asleep. My dreams were haunted and I had a very bad feeling that they always would be.