HERE IT IS…………

4!!!

Isabella Swan

I flung my pajamas on the other side of my room, picking up a deep-blue blouse, shoving it on, and changing into the traveling pants.

"Where are you going?" Yia Yia (grandmother) asked me as I started to walked out the door.

"I'm gonna go down to the pier," I answered. "I'm bringing my sketch book."

When I got to the water, there were a lot of boats, too. I was about to sit down at the end of the pier when my awful clumsiness, I ended up falling.

The water was warm, and I might have enjoyed it if I wasn't stuck… I struggled to get free.

Just then, somebody swan up, (AN/ Can you guess who it is?) unlatching my jeans from the object that was holding me there.

"Το όνομά μου είναι Edward Masen. Είσαι καλά; Χρειάζεστε βοήθεια;" (My name is Edward Masen. Are you okay? Do you need help?) the man, who I could tell was asking a question, spoke in a Greek accent.

"I— I'm sorry," I apologized. "I don't speak Greek very well."

"Well we'll have to work on that, won't we?" his accent switched to a flawless American.

"Thanks for uh… lending me clothes," I looked down, I was wearing an over-grown shirt, even for him, I found a belt to tie around it.

"No problem," he smiled. "I'm Edward."

I took his hand, something shot through, but I ignored it. "Bella."

"Bella." He repeated.

"So," I sat down. "How do you speak English so well?"

"I lived in Chicago with my parents since I was twelve," he sat on the floor of the boat.

"Why did they move back to Greece?" I cocked my head to one side.

"They didn't," he looked down. "They died from disease."

"…Oh," was the only was I could reply. "I'm sorry."

"It was a long time ago," he shrugged.

"So… are you really Greek?" I asked lamely.

"Three-quarters," he nodded. "My father was half American, that's why we moved, to be closer to his family."

"So… who do you live with here?" Nice, Bella. Just play twenty questions with him!

"I live with my foster parents for the summer here in Santorini (AN/ Spelling?)," he stood up. "All the boats with the blue sail are his… but I go to school in Athens."

I nodded.

"What about you?" he asked. "You know enough about me."

He smiled a crooked smile that made me want to melt.

"Um… well, I just got out of senior year from high school," I looked into his eyes. "But I'm not sure where I'm going, yet."

"What else?" he continued to smile.

"My parents are divorced," I sighed. "I have an angry best friend who's left alone in Forks, and I'm really angry at Yia Yia Kaligaris for trying to force me in dresses!"

I crossed my arms, something twisted on to his face so that his expression was something in between… happy… and confused and… mischievous…

Huh.

"What?' I defended.

"You are…" he paused. "Literally the most interesting girl I've ever met."

I smiled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

He nodded. "You should."

I blushed.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-ShortyLilHalf-and-Half