I was right. This is like hell, but just rainy. I had fallen asleep with the window open. Next thing I knew it—about 12 hours later—my head was drenched in rain.

The memories rushed in quicker as I regained consciousness. I groaned.

"Alive?" Charlie chuckled.

"Barely." I answered sullenly. He didn't notice.

"We're here. You're going to love this house, Bells!"

I straightened up and looked outside, forgetting the rain in my face.

The house was white, as were the others on the street. It was big, and square. From where the car was parked I could see the backyard. It was kind of big, too. We were parked in front of a garage that could hold about two big cars and one little one.

"Wow." I said in amazement, despite myself.

"Knew you'd like it." Charlie said. I just realized he was in the driver's seat.

"Where's Mom?"

"I dropped her off at the hospital. She's having a tour."

"Oh." I looked to the house again. "Are we going inside?"

"Yep." He answered. "We're waiting for the salesman to drop off the keys."

"Oh." I said again and leaned down to lie on the seat.

"You slept for a long time." He noted. Charlie wasn't this observant. I was surprised he noticed from the front seat. "Still tired?"

"A little. I think it's the weather."

He laughed.

We sat in compatible silence until an expensive-looking white car pulled into the space beside us. A tall blonde man in a business suit came out of the door. He didn't seem to care about how wet his hair was getting. Charlie got out, too.

"Mr. Swan." The man greeted him. "I'm Mr. Mason, the salesman you talked to on the phone?" He held out his hand.

"I know." Charlie said. He shook his hand awkwardly, and then let his hand fall to his side.

"Is the house to your liking? Is it the same as what you viewed in the pictures?" Mr. Mason asked, smiling.

"Yeah, it's alright." Charlie said shortly.

Mr. Mason's smile faded. "Okay." He said. He reached into his pockets and dug out some keys. "I took the liberty of labeling the keys. They can be confusing." He laughed.

Charlie laughed uneasily with him. He wasn't a man of conversations.

Mr. Mason handed the keys to Charlie. "The movers will be here any moment, so you may want to look out for them."

"I will." Charlie said, turning to the car.

"Have a good afternoon, Mr. Swan. I hope you have a good time here. And you," He said, looking at me through the open window. "You'll love the school here. Very friendly people. I hope you enjoy it."

"Thanks, sir." I was always polite with strangers.

"Mr. Swan, please let me know if there is any trouble with the house. I don't live far from here."

"Sure thing." Charlie said.

Mr. Mason gave Charlie a friendly smile, then went around his car and went in. A moment later, he was pulling out and driving away.

Charlie got back in the car. "Queer." He said under his breath

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "Can't anyone be nice without being gay?"

"Humph." Was all he said. "Ready?"

"Yeah, whatever." I got out of the car and went to the front door. Charlie followed behind.

"Wanna do the honors, Bells?" He asked when he caught up to me.

"Sure." I took the keys from him, found the "Front door" key, and unlocked the door.

When we entered, we were in the living room. There was a fireplace at the far east side, and the carpet was a cream color. The whole room was spacious and big. Along the far west side of the living room, was a staircase. It had light brown wooding and the stairs were covered in the same carpet.

We walked past the living room and passed by a small bathroom, with only a toilet and sink.

After that was the dining room, and it was connected with the kitchen. The kitchen had an island counter, with everything so shiny and glossy.

Charlie whistled.

"You can say that again." I said in awe.

Charlie whistled again. I let out a short laugh.

Up the stairs were three bedrooms, with the master bedroom and the second largest bedroom having the bathrooms. The other room was empty, but had a nice view over the front yard. Across from that bedroom were my room and the master bedroom. I looked out the window into the misty rain.

"Nice view." I commented.

"Do you like it?" Charlie asked, checking a cupboard in the hallway.

"Yeah, it's nice."

"You guys in here?" Renée's voice asked from downstairs.

"Yeah, honey. The house is great!" Charlie enthused, clumping down the stairs.

I sat on the cushiony carpet and lay my head down on it, looking up at the ceiling.

I had to admit, the house was cool. Maybe living here wasn't a bad idea after all.

Renée came in my room. I hadn't heard her come up the stairs.

"It's good you're getting enough sleep. You have to go to school tomorrow." She told me before leaving again.

Yes. It was a bad idea.

"I'm Jessica. Jessica Stanley." A short brunette was telling me at the lunch hour.

"I'm—" I started.

"Isabella. Isabella Swan. I know. Everyone knows your name!"

I stared at her in disbelief. "…..That's not weird at all"

"Oh, you." She said in giggles. "It's such a small town here. Gossip spreads like you wouldn't believe!"

"I see."

"You have to come sit with us and meet everyone else!"

"Okay." I kind of liked Jessica. She was bubbly.

She lead me to a table full of people and told a cute looking redhead to make room for me. When I was seated she sat down next to me.

"Hey, guys." She said, and everyone looked at her, then me. "This is Isabella."

Mutters of curiosity rumbled around the table.

"Just call me Bella." I said, and everyone stared. The guy next to me smiled. He had pretty white teeth.

"Yeah, so, Bella, this is Eric," Jessica pointed to the guy next to her. He was pale and had white frizzy hair. I moved my eyes quickly away.

Jessica introduced me to everyone at the table. The guy that was next to me was named Edward.

"Lunch is almost over. What class do you have next?"

"Um…" I pulled my schedule out of my coat pocket. "Biology."

"Cool. That's what I have." Edward said, smiling. He suddenly looked familiar. "I'll show you the way."

"Thanks." I tried hard not to blush, and failed.

"Ooooh." Jessica grabbed my arm and pulled me to the cafeteria door. "Hey, that's Edward Mason. Isn't he hot?"

Oh, that's where I knew him. His father sold us the house. "Yeah." I admitted sheepishly.

Jessica kept her smile but her eyes turned vicious. "He doesn't date much."

"So?"

"So I wouldn't get my hopes up too much." Her hand, which was still clutching my arm, tightened.

"Okay." I tugged my arm away and moved back to the table. I wasn't planning to date either.

"Are you ready?" Edward asked when I went back to the table.

"Sure."

He got up and I realized with amazement he was tall. Maybe almost six feet. I suddenly felt like a little girl, being only 5'6 tall.

He noticed my stare. "What?" He asked self-consciously.

I blinked twice and tried desperately to find something to say. "We're matching."

He looked down to his red sweater and dark denim jeans. Then he looked at mine and laughed. "You're right." He agreed. "Come on."