Hello readers! Okay so now we are skipping forward to Izzy's seventeenth birthday party where she meets Edward! Yay I can't wait! Review and tell me if you even like this story, and if you want me to continue it.

IPOV

My birthday had been so incredible thus far. Everything was planned so that the party fit my style. We had all my favorite foods, games, and all of my favorite people. After enduring three hours of torture from Aunt Alice I thought I was finally free, but Aunt Alice had alternate plans.

"Izzy just one more shot," she begged. "Come on sweetie you only turn seventeen once. Smile for Aunt Alice."

"Aunt Ally please," I pleaded. "You already made me sit through a three hour make over now can I please go to my party?" I was trying to be patient but that was getting more difficult each moment. I had to sit through the makeover from hell and still smile and be appreciative. I mean don't get me wrong, I love my Aunt but sometimes she's just a little too over eccentric. My Mom says that I remind her of Alice sometimes, but I truly don't see it. I'm much more quiet and reserved like Uncle Jasper and Uncle Edward.

"Alice let up," Uncle Jasper said coming to my rescue. I knew that he knew exactly how I was feeling and most of the time that worked to my advantage. "The poor kid is never going to be able to enjoy the party if you continue holding her hostage like this." Thank God for the sane people in my family.

"Just one more sweetie," Aunt Alice said glaring at her husband. She took one more picture and I darted off towards my parents. I knew that if I was behind my father then I would be safe from my crazy relatives for at least a few moments.



"Daddy," I screeched running behind my father instinctively. My father was always so protecting and loving towards me, he truly was the best and I was lucky to have him. "Please make her stop. She's driving me crazy."

"Baby I know but I promise she's done now," My Mom said pulling me into a hug. She always knew just what to say and how to make me feel better. She was more like my best friend than my Mom and I loved her more than anything. "She is letting you go for the rest of the day. Or at least that's what she's thinking now."

"Thanks Mom," I said returning her embrace. I finally felt like I was able to relax. Now I could just sit back and enjoy this incredible party. "You guys are the best. This party is really incredible." Just as I was about to go and join the party I heard my burly giant teddy bear of an uncle shout towards me and pick me up by my feet.

"Having fun Izzikins," he teased. He knew that I absolutely detested that name and yet he continued to call me it constantly. It made me feel like a per petulant three year old whenever he called me that embarrassing name.

"Uncle Emmett," I whined now aggravated. "I thought we had this discussion already. It's Iz or Izzy, not Izzykins."

"Or Belly Bellz," my Uncle Edward said stealing me from the giant that was holding me hostage. My Uncle and I always shared a closeness just like my mother and I. I could always go to him and tell him anything and he would just sit there with me and give me the best advice anyone could ask for.

"So Edward gets to have a cutesy wootsy nickname for you but I can't," my uncle Emmett said now pouting. Every time he did that he reminded me of a whiney two year old child who throws a fit when you take away his favorite toy. "Don't you love your Uncle Emmy anymore?"

"Of course I do," I said hugging his massive figure. He could become so emotional sometimes that it was almost embarrassing. "Please don't be so sensitive though. Don't make me start calling you 

Auntie Em." As soon as I said that he sulked off towards my Aunt Rosalie still pouting. All of my family began laughing and so I took the opportunity to finally escape.

"Well look who it is," I heard my best friend Halle say coming up right beside me. "I was wondering when you were going to join us." Halle and I had been best friends since grade school and had grown up together as sisters. She and her family were one of the only families in the small town of Forks, who weren't afraid of my family.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "But you know Aunt Alice. She's a total perfectionist; there really was no way of getting out of it this time."

"Well you're here now," Kendra said joining our small group. "So tell me Iz what's it feel like to finally be seventeen? Aren't you totally siked?"

"I guess," I said. "I don't know Kenders it's just that it's not all I thought it would be. I mean I thought by this age I would have found the guy that I'm supposed to fall in love with."

"Izzy," Halle said linking my arm with her. "You know that not everyone has the same kind of love story that Edward and Bella have. I mean they are truly lucky to have found that because that is something that some people spend their whole lives searching for."

"But you see that's the strange thing," I said. "Aunt Bella didn't even really want to find love. I mean she dreamed about it when she read about it, but other than that it wasn't something she was really looking for."

"Exactly Iz," Kendra said. "She wasn't looking for it. Haven't you ever heard the saying that you'll fall in love when you least expect it. If you haven't fallen in love yet that means it's just meant to be yet."

"Hey Izzy," I heard someone say and I was shocked when I saw Kyle standing there.

"Kyle," I said in shock. "What are you doing here?"



"Well hello to you to Izzybear," Kyle said. That was another nickname that I completely hated. He thought it would be cute if we both created nicknames for each other when we dated, but truthfully it was only me that had the embarrassing nickname.

"Sorry," I said not meeting his eyes. It was still hard to be around him and see him. "So how have you been? Is everything going okay for you?"

"I've been great actually," he said smirking. "In fact I have a new girlfriend. We met in the movie theater when I went to see a movie with Chase. We ended up making out after knowing each other for just a few minutes. It was just one of those instant connections you know?"

"Wow," I said feeling a little broken hearted. Although Kyle and I weren't together I still felt a little hurt by his recent love interest. Kyle never kissed me but I always thought it was just because he was shy. Now I find out that he made out with some cheep floozy that he just met. "Sounds great Kyle; I'm really happy for you."

"It is great," he said boasting. "It had to be one of the most romantic experiences of my life. It truly was incredible." The words he kept saying still baffled me. Not two weeks ago he told me he was still in love with me and that he would never stop. Did he really mean that or was I nothing more than a booty call to him? Luckily my Uncle saved me when he asked me if I wanted to play Frisbee with him.

When he tried to throw it as lightly as he could he sent it flying over my head. This was exactly why I hated playing with him. It made me feel like a dog that just had to keep retrieving the Frisbee and bringing it back to my master. Luckily someone caught it so I didn't have to travel quite so far this time. When I turned around to receive my Frisbee from the stranger I was absolutely shocked. Standing before me was the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life.

"Is this yours," he breathed. He was right out of a fairytale. He was very tall; about six foot four I believe and he incredibly dark bronze hair and topaz eyes. The incredible creature standing before me was also a vampire. It took me awhile to finally got up the courage to speak again.



"Yeah it is," I said stupidly. I must have sounded so stupid and naïve but I didn't care. All I cared about was that he was staring back at me with just as much passion as I was. I knew that we didn't actually know each other but at the same time it felt like I knew everything about him just like he knew everything about me.

"I'm Edward," he said flawlessly. I couldn't tell if I was mistaken or not but he seemed to like me just as much as I liked him. But that couldn't be possible; could it?

"I'm Isabella," I said taking his frigid hand. I began mentally slapping myself for using my full name. I never did that what was wrong with me? Why in the world was I making myself sound so moronic?

"Bella," he said softly. As soon as he did I could feel my knees begin to tremble. If he hadn't been holding me my hand I think I would have fallen over right then and there. "I love that name." And I love you, I thought to myself. This was it; I had finally found my Edward.