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After Alice's visit, my uneventful life went on. The faucet leaked and I counted the lonely drops of water while I played with the hem of my dress. I watched Alice walk into her home right next to mine from my window upstairs, I watched the sun set and I watched no one come out of Alice's house not even Carlisle her father. Just no one and no one's friends filling up the air outside. The day stained my dress, the dress I had yet to take off, the dress I wondered if Alice liked more than she liked me. Maybe Alice thought I was boring and felt bad for me, maybe she knew more than I thought.

Esme had met her before, she could have shared things with her, certain deaths that were important to us. Or Alice could know nothing at all, she could know only what I told her today, she can only wonder about me the way I wonder about her. Or maybe Esme likes to ruin adventures, and mysteries. If Alice was a little mystery I like to think I am too. I like to think I am just as exciting.

"Home." I hear the soft voice of Esme downstairs and instead of rushing from my room that I had been locked in for several hours, I stay quite and still. The booming voice of my cousin fills the house, along with the sound of grocery bags and such. I can hear the delicate voice of young Rosalie, the beauty who stole his hear, I can hear her voice, tiny, with all the noise. I couldn't even make out the words, that's how quite she was, all I could tell was that she was talking. Even Esme's soft voice was audible from down stairs.

Rosalie, such a strong, fierce woman was born with such a small voice. Almost like whispers. Beautiful whispers.

"..Alice." I hear her name in the conversation downstairs, and like that I they have my full undivided attention.

"She was suppose to drop by… My I wonder if she already did…. Emmett go check on Bella will you?"

Esme's concerned demand had me out of the rocking chair in into my bed, where I played cozy asleep. I could hear Emmett's big feet pounding against the stairs, if I didn't know it was him coming I would be out of my mind scared by the sound. I snuggled into my blankets, relaxing my whole body realizing just then how tired I really was. An involuntary yawn escaped my lips right when Emmett's hands were on the door nop.

"Bella?" He called softly opening the door slowly, I rolled onto my side for effect.

"Oh." He whispered to himself, staring at me longer than he should have then closing the door as he exited the room.

"She's asleep." Emmett called to Esme as he pounded his ways down the stairs. I wished Rosalie wasn't here today, taking up all of Emmett's attention, if she wasn't Esme would have someone to share her thoughts to about Alice without asking me questions about the visit or if there had been a visit. I could find things out without being talked to at all.

I fell asleep soon after I blinked and my eyes refused to open anymore.

".. maybe if we had more time." Esme's voice was soft like the wind like the birds singing softly in the trees this morning. Heavenly and smooth, very pretty that voice, no matter what tone.

"Maybe tomorrow, I don't have much to do then." I respond only half as soft as Esme's beautiful voice. She is too busy looking through colors, holding them up, seeing if they go with the color we freshly painted this morning.

"Esme." I called to get her attention quietly, she raises her head to me but her eyes stay on the colors.

"Yes, that will work fine Bella. Go grab yourself something to eat." She smiled at the colors meaning to smile at me.

I step safely around all the painting utensils on the ground making sure not to trip and ram the side of my body into the pretty peach walls, ruining the fine texture of paint. It would be of me to do such thing but I ignored that accident today and started carefully to the kitchen.

Playing like a practiced orchestra, the birds sang by the garden filling the whole house with their glee and I smiled to myself at such beauty only someone as beautiful as Esme would have.

My trip to the kitchen was safe, no bad accidents just thinking that often slows me down. There in Esme's pale emerald sort of kitchen Emmett my cousin devoured an innocent sandwich sitting at the table alone not even acknowledging my presence. As usual.

"Emmett." I greeted him, smile plastered on my face.

"Hey Belly." He smiled up at me, making eyes contact then back to his sandwich. I decided I wasn't hungry and leaned against the door frame. Mother use to do this to me, she use to watch me as if I was something fine, like Esme's peachy walls, like I was something exquisite. Then I hated it, but now I would kill to see her look at me like that. To even just glance at me once more.

"What are you staring at?" Emmett rolled his eyes at me clearly annoyed with me watching.

"Nothing." I shrugged a smirk on my face.

"Weirdo." He muttered smiling.

"Isn't Rose suppose to be coming over?" I allowed myself further in the kitchen, my boots sticky on the tile floor.

"Of course." He laughed. "She wouldn't miss the neighbors moving in." He said with knowing eyes.

"Of course." I giggled forgetting all about those neighbors moving in about mysteries named Alice.

I hadn't seen Alice in a week since her last strange visit and once Esme got me painting and working on the house with her I didn't think of her much, or her father. I didn't pretend I had excitement, I pretended redecorating the house was my excitement, and in all truth it was. But in the back of my head I wondered what Alice was doing some of the time, I wondered if Alice would like the living room now that we repainted it. Or would she hate it? Life goes on with or without Alice I decided. I thought it would have been more polite of her to drop by at least one more time that week, but she hadn't to my disappointment. I watched her house sometimes at night like a lesbian stalker, as Emmett had called me. I just wanted to know who was in there, and why, I want to know why I cared and what bothered me about them so much. From what I hear, they had been gone most of the week getting the rest of there stuff from home and bringing it here, their new home. The facts given to Emmett and I were shared with two of the nosiest people I know. Rosalie and Jasper Hale.

"Why does Rose care so much?" I stopped at the sink to run the cold water over my hands covered in paint, that didn't work to successfully. It obviously wasn't just going to rinse off, it took some scrubbing. I had missed what Emmett's response was, because my hands were peach colored and the water was too loud. I shut it off right when Emmett stopped talking.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I asked apologetically and he rolled his eyes at me once more.

"I said." He sighed then continued. "Something new is always exciting to the Hales. But for Rosalie it's all about the threats."

"What do you mean." My boots squeaked all the way to the table where I took a seat.

"Say the people next door have a pretty daughter. Rosalie wants to keep her label town beauty."

"Oh, I see." I nodded. "So if she's ugly or doesn't exist at all. Rosalie's okay?"

I hadn't exactly told Emmett and Esme that Alice had dropped by I was still pretending I had secrets. Now I had more. Rosalie Hale had one beautiful site to see this afternoon and I'd love to see her face when she see's Alice and her grace, dancing into the house next door like a ballerina.

"Exactly." He took another bite from his sandwich.

"And Jasper?" I challenged.

"He's just nosy." Emmett chuckled.

"Thought so." I giggled. "And did you make that sandwich yourself?"
"No. Mom." He mumbled with a full mouth.

"You pig." I rolled my eyes and excused myself from the table. "Have fun with that."

I tried to act calm and not care. I even sat on my bed where I couldn't see out the window, I sat and watched Rosalie watch them like a hawk, I watched her almost cry when she saw Alice. I wanted to see so bad, I wanted to watch too. But acting uninterested was part of my secret no? It was part of the charade.

"That can NOT be someone's guardian? Maybe he's a roomy? Although the small one looks around 15 maybe 14.." I didn't pay much attention to what she said after that, I wanted to find out on my own, even if I myself watched their house before. It would kill me to see and not understand. If I met them all in person I'd have better understanding, I'd get better sleep at night.

My eyes moved from my peach hands to Jasper's blonde curls beside me, although he sat next to me I could see in his eyes how eager he was, even Emmett all worked up about people moving in. The sun was going to set any minute and the large window that Rosalie was peeking out of let the orange sun make out white walls pink, and my hands didn't look peach anymore. The room looked stained with pale pink and orange. I sat content watching the colors and hoped the neighbors would go in for dinner so Rosalie would shut up.

".. Maybe reddish.. no bronze, yeah bronze hair. But couldn't see his face." Rosalie finally ended her snooping about 30 minutes later giving the window a rest and sitting on the sofa with the rest of us.

"Was she pretty?" Jasper asked, honestly curious. If only he knew.

"I don't know. She was okay." Rosalie flipped her long blonde hair. I tried very hard to hide the amused smile. Alice was beyond 'okay'.

"We could have been doing something." I rolled my eyes. "I should have popped in a movie."

"Well I think we should meet them." Emmett smiled ignoring my comment completely.

"Do you all have no life at all?" I sighed. I almost laughed at myself.

"Party pooper."

"Bitch."

"C'mon!"

And the night ended with me not thinking even one thought about the neighbors because I know the rest of their minds were filled with millions. Those Cullen's had people wondering with just a few glances. I felt more comfortable knowing I wasn't the only one.

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ps: Edward in next chapter 3