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Chapter 2

EPOV

"One more Jazz, come on!" I shouted at Jasper doing push ups on our basement floor.

"Come on, you girl, your mum could do better than this, push it!" Emmett yelled, reminding me of boot camp.

I started laughing, causing both Em and Jazz to stop and look at me with perplexed faces, so I explained my reaction.

"er, Em, you do realise that Jazz is currently ten over your best score. So maybe you shouldn't continue comparing his efforts to our mum" I commented desperately trying to hold back my laughing. "What!! right move out Jazz" Em yelped and kicked Jazz out of the way so that Em could earn back some dignity and respect on the floor.

Just then a voice boomed down from the top of the basement staircase, I could only see the feet but knew instantly that it was dad.

"Boys come up here, Charlie needs some help carrying in his daughters luggage from the car!"

Both Em an Jazz moaned at the idea, but knew that there was no way we were going to get out of this. Then something occurred to Em. I knew this because one of his eyebrows sudden became raised and a suspicious smirk spread across his face.

"Who's stuff?" he began. While my eyes rolled back.

"Charlies daughter, Isabella! Everyone has been talking about her mysterious arrival for weeks Em. Apparently she ain't been here since she was four, but people still remember her so I guess that wasn't very long ago" Jazz replied, and instantly Em's head fell at the thought of her being a little too young for him. I smile swept across my face as I consoled Em with a pat on the back.

"Now boys!" dad called down again and we rushed up the stairs, throwing on a random pair of shoes and dashed out of the front porch.

I was behind Em and Jazz but realised that both of their paces had slowed and for whatever reason they were taken a back by what they saw. I ducked around Jazz and was shocked at the sight of what stood before us.

Jazz was way off the mark when it came to her age, way off!. I'd say about 17 and damn she was beautiful. I'd never seen anyone so perfect in my life. She was pale with rich chocolate brown hair which was slightly tied back but still a little wild. Her deep brown eyes were big and I just wanted to jump inside of them see what she saw. Her outfit was simple and comfortable, yet showed flares of her personality. If only I could hear her speak.

I faintly heard my dad introduce us all as we eventually approached them. Then I heard it, that amazing sound that was her voice. It was like a beautiful composition written only for my ears, it sang to my heart.

"Hi" was all she said, and I was hooked. I waited there desperately to hear more. I waited for what felt like an eternity but was probably mere moments when I noticed her cheeks. They were turning the most amazing shade of crimson, but why?

I looked across at my brothers to hopefully realise what I was missing. Looking at their faces, it instantly occurred to me. They were standing their staring at her in amazement just as I was. A swift twinge of jealousy washed over me at the thought of them looking at her like that. Then it hit me, none of us had actually responded to her when she said "hi". How embarrassing! I had to do something and fast. I elbowed Jazz sharply in the ribs, bringing him around.

"Hi" I eventually responded, and offered a slight wave like we were back in first grade. What an idiot she must have thought I was. The redness slowly faded on her cheeks and I briefly saw her look up at me through her long, dark eye lashes.

"Hey, you must be Isabella" Em commented, smugly raising his eyebrow to Jazz having just taken his one bit of useful information. Jazz did not look impressed.

"Actually, its just Bella" I smiled and sniggered as she spoke, as once again her voice sang and it shot Em down flat in one swift comment. Now Jazz looked impressed, on the other hand Em looked rather wounded.

Bella looked up ever so slightly at me as she heard me snigger, and the cutest smile appeared on her face as if she knew what it was I found so amusing. I knew from that look that I had to find out more about this girl, she was new and different, and for some strange reason her to be mine. I wanted to be the only one to look at her, to touch her, the way my brothers and I wanted too. I couldn't say what was going on inside of me, but just thinking about her sent electricity through me, and it surprised me just how much I liked it.

"Right....so....where are all these cases and boxes going Charlie?" Carlisle asked very loudly, most likely in an effort to bring us all of the trance we had found ourselves in.

"Er...well...up the stairs and left into the extension which is now Bella's space in the house, will be great. Is that ok boys?" Charlie asked, hoping that he wouldn't have to show us all personally.

"Yeah, no probs. That's where we carried the new bed that arrived last Thursday. We know the way Charlie" and with that comment we all moved around Charlie and retrieved cases from his trunk and began the process of moving in Bella. Given the amount of stuff that Em and Jazz tried to carry at once, I could only guess that they were hoping to impress her with their apparent strength. I on the other hand had already come to the conclusion that Bella was unlike any other girls we had ever met and a show of male strength was not going to impress her in the slightest. Bella was not that sort of girl.

When I returned from carrying a case into her room she was stood at one of the cruisers doors, positioning a box so she could carry it in using the handles. She appeared to want to help us move her in. I thought it was cute and so completely unnecessary. She would only slow the process down as there was no way she could lift anything like what we could. I went over to her and reached past to grab the handles and carry it in but as soon as I did she instantly grabbed my hands and removed them from the box. I was mesmerized, she touched me and it was so soft and gentle, I didn't want her to let go. But as all great moments do, this ended far too soon. She let go and spoke instead.

"hey, I am not some weak ass chick that cant lift a feather without breaking a nail! Besides I don't actually think you will be able to lift this box without help!" she snapped back at me, but it was in such a cute way that I couldn't hold back the smile spreading across my face, nor the raising of my eye brow at her naivety.

"really? Well don't take it personally when I prove you wrong!" I responded quickly and she stepped out of the way, with a smirk developing on her face like he knew something I didn't, and waved to me to give it my best shot.

I sceptically grabbed the handles and lifted the box....and quickly dropped it back where I got it from. Ouch! And Dam! That box was heavy. What did she have in it?

I heard the cutest laugh break out behind me, it was just like her voice in the sense that it took my breath away. It was almost hypnotic.

"So this is what forks men regard as proving me wrong, because from where I am standing you need help with that box. May I?" she laughed through every word.

"Ok, ok. But you have to tell me what the hell is in that box" I asked her, whilst secretly praying it wouldn't be towels or pillows. That would be incredibly embarrassing.

"Sure, you take one side and I will take the other" she replied, holding back the piece of information I wanted the most. Yet I could not complain, as I would always get lost her in her voice. Coherent thought would be nothing more than a distant memory whenever she spoke.

She grabbed her end and we lifted together. She quite surprised me as to ho much of the weight she was able to lift. I was impressed.

"Oh, and this box has my weights in them" she stated and my jaw hit the floor. Who was this girl? And why did she have weights, let alone need them.