This is late, sorry. Now you can get a little into Edward's head. The way I've written this story is a confusing. Sometimes you switch perspectives but it's still in third person. Tell me if you guys don't understand what is going on.

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Calls

Laundry, check. Dry cleaners, check. Jacob, check. All that was left to do for the day was call Edward. Bella didn't know whether she should do so today or tomorrow. She wanted to give him time to unpack and settle down in his new home. As she lounged on the couch, she decided to at least add his name and number in her contact list.

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Across town Edward Masen was, in fact, unpacking his belongings. It would be a long and drawn out process considering he was such a perfectionist. He had been unloading boxes all day, but the only rooms he had complete were his bedroom and the kitchen.

He looked at his watch. It was now five ten in the afternoon. He moved a few boxes off of his couch and sat down. Around the room, he could see the twenty five boxes that held the contents of his living room; books, CD's, DVD's, game systems, and of course, all of his music. He chose this condominium for the platform in the corner. It was the perfect place for his piano and everything music related.

Picking up his cell phone, he searched through his contacts to find Isabella's name. She had told him to call her Bella, but Edward liked the sound of her full name more. It had more of a classic ring to it, like his own name. He sighed. She was happily married, nothing would happen between them. He was was glad he made a friend anyhow. Though he was friendly and approachable, Edward had a hard time finding and making true friends. The only people he could trust was his adopted family and their significant others.

Yes, he was adopted. He lost his biological parents when he was just over seventeen, and Carlisle and Esme Cullen were close friends of the family. They took him under their roof and supplied him with the necessities of life. He was already attached to Jasper and Rosalie, the twins that were Esme's nephew and niece that lived with them. With Alice and Emmett, they made up the perfect set of friends. He might be considered the fifth wheel in the circle of coupled friends, but he couldn't ask for any more.

The phone in his hand rang. He was hoping it would be Isabella, but the name on the screen told otherwise.

"Hello Esme," he said in a cheerful voice, happy to hear from his mother for all intensive purposes.

"Edward, my dear. How is the move coming?" she asked in a voice just as merry; but that was Esme. Always in a sunny mood.

"It's slow, but coming together. I have two rooms already in perfect order."

"Are you sure you don't want me to come and decorate for you, or at least help you put things in their place? Most people by this time would have three fourths of their boxes unpacked." Edward rolled his eyes at this. Esme always pestered him about designing his place of living.

"But I'm not like other people," he said in a mocking tone. She had been sayint those exact words ever since he could remember.

"That's true Edward." There was a thoughtful pause before Esme spoke up again with a amusement in her voice. "So how are you settling in to a Suburban life." There was another pause before Edward spoke up.

"It's fine." He knew what she wanted to hear about, but he wouldn't give up the information willingly. Esme waited patiently for her son to continue. "Anything else?"

"Well, have you made any friends?" Her voice held a suggestive tone. He tried to brush off his reply.

"I met a young woman who seemed nice enough. She showed me where the closest Starbucks was." Esme was about to say something, but Edward cut her off. "She's married though mom, don't get any ideas."

Esme sighed at this disheartening news. She was always hoping Edward would be able to find a woman. He deserved one, and many were attracted to him, but he always said they weren't his type. It wasn't that he was picky, but he never felt an attraction toward them. "The nice ones always are. I hope you at least keep in touch with her. Marriages can be so short these days."

"Esme!" Edward somewhat scolded. He rarely ever heard his mother speak that way about other people.

"I'm sorry Edward, but I just want you to be happy." Edward knew that. Both her and Carlisle had said it many a time.

"I know, but you ca-," Edward said while pinching the bridge of his nose, but was cut off by a beeping on his phone. He looked at the screen, then put the speaker back to his mouth. "Can I call you back Esme, Isabella is calling on my other line. We are supposed to be making plans so I can meet her husband." He flipped to the other line after a little teasing from Esme. "Hello?"

"Edward? It's Bella." She was twirling her hair with her finger on the other end of the phone.

"Well good evening Bella. To what do I owe this pleasure?" Bella blushed at his generous formality, and then rambled off quickly what she called for.

"I was just calling about having dinner. Thursday seems to be a good day for me. But I have to say that I might have another friend come over, if that is okay with you. He never comes to town, and he is only in for one night. You would probably really like him, nobody hates Jacob." Edward opened his mouth many times during this speech, trying to tell her that he was fine with the arrangements. He had a smile on his lips by the time she was finished, and made sure there was a pause before he started speaking.

"It's perfectly alright Bella. I would be delighted to meet your friend and have dinner with him. Jacob you said?" Bella blew a sigh of relief.

"Yes, that's right. How does five thirty sound?" She wanted to make sure he could be comfortable in her house before Tyler came home; to make it as easy as possible for Edward.

"It sounds great." Bella proceeded to give him the directions to her home flawlessly. It seemed as if she did know all of the town. "Thank you Isabella. I will see you in a couple of days."

"See you soon." Bella hung up the phone and cocked her head thinking about fact he called her Isabella. She didn't notice it right away because of how naturally it came off of his tongue. She smiled to herself once again. The effect this virtual stranger had on her was odd, and she didn't know how she felt about it entirely.

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