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I slowly unfolded the letter.

Dearest Blushing Beauty,

I'm sorry I didn't write to you yesterday, you have to know that I wanted to, but I needed to work up my courage. I'm not really the type to write these types of things, but for you, I had to make an exception. I hope you are having a wonderful morning, and I was wondering if you would tell me more about yourself. I saw that you like reading and music? Those are two of my interests as well, especially playing the piano. What types of books do you like to read? What is your favorite type of music? Please tell me about yourself blushing beauty, for I am truly interested.

Sincerely yours,

Gentlemen, Box #99

I read the letter over about eight more times, and I couldn't help the involuntarily smile that took over my face.

3

"Alice!" I whispered fervently, trying to get her attention. It was fourth period, and ever since I had received my letter, it was all I had been thinking about. I was a little embarrassed to be swept up in all this, but after that letter from Gentleman, I couldn't deny that I was intrigued. "Alice!" I whispered again, a bit louder this time.

She reluctantly looked up from her paper, writing another letter to 'Sensitive Soul' no doubt. I smiled, I really was happy that she had found someone interesting to write to. But I needed her help. She raised her eyebrows, waiting for me to continue. I stealthily passed 'Gentleman's' note over to her, so she could read it for herself. She gave me a confused expression, but unfolded the note.

Once she finished reading, she inhaled loudly and her hand flew to her mouth. She turned to me beaming. 'I told you!" she mouthed enthusiastically. She hurriedly reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of stationary. She handed it to me, and gave me a strict look. 'Write this one back!' she ordered quietly, and then turned back to her own paper.

I stared at the blank stationary in front of me. I did want to write him back, but I didn't know what to say. I was also a little more than embarrassed about my handwriting; his was so elegant that it was almost impossible. I wonder how he did that. Maybe I could ask.

Dear Gentleman,

I hope that you too, are having a good morning. As for what you have asked me, my favorite author would have to be Jane Austen. I have read her stories countless times, and it seems I haven't gotten bored of them yet. As for music, I love all types, but I enjoy classical as well. My mom used to listen to Debussy around the house, so she has gotten me into it. So you play the piano? That sounds wonderful, do you write your own stuff? I have to admit; I wasn't really into this personal ad thing either at first, one of my friends wrote an ad for me and turned it in behind my back. How can you get to know someone from just a paragraph? How can your soul mate really be walking around you everyday and you not notice? There is so much more to getting to know someone than just by reading their personal ad, at least in my opinion. I don't know.

Blushing Beauty, Box #23

P.s. – You've got lovely handwriting?

I stared down at my finished note with a wary expression. I might have gone on too long at the end there, but the bell rang signaling that my time was up. When I turned to Alice, she was kissing her paper, leaving a bright pink lipstick mark.

"Alice?" I questioned with a laugh.

She looked back at me completely unembarrassed. "He's so perfect, Bella…I'll have to let you read some of his notes at lunch."

"Some of his notes?" I asked incredulously, "You've already got more than one?"

"Of course, he writes me a new note every period."

"Wow," I answered, shaking my head back and forth.

"I'm going to deliver this now, do you want me to take yours too?" she asked, eyeing my note.

"Sure, Box #99," I whispered, handing it to her. She smiled and took the note, bouncing out of the classroom to the mini gym. I gathered up my stuff to head to my next class. I couldn't help but wonder if Gentleman was going to write me back again. He sounded nice and interesting, and pretty normal compared to the other disgusting notes I had received. As I walked through the halls, I couldn't help but look at the people's faces around me. Was he really walking these same halls as me? It was just such a weird concept.

The second I sat down for lunch that afternoon, Alice gave me a wide smile. "Someone's got another letter," she sang, holding up a blue piece of paper in front of my face. Wow… he wrote back already. I felt a happy blush creep up my cheeks.

"Who!" demanded Rose, eyeing my letter, and mad that she was out of the loop.

"Gentleman," said Alice proudly, but I quickly put my hand over her mouth before she said anything else out loud. "Let's go over here so we can talk about it." I directed them to a vacant table in the back of the cafeteria.

"So who's Gentleman, and why didn't you tell me about him," said Rose once we sat down. I felt bad that she looked angry.

"Because I just got his letter this morning," I told her, "Alice only knows because she is in my history class, fourth period."

"Well, I want to know about him too," she pouted.

I proceeded to tell her about his first letter. I pulled it out of my bag and let her read it. Her face lit up just as Alice's had.

"Wow!" she said, "He sounds almost as good as 'Built For You'!"

"Speaking of which," I said, turning the attention on her. "Tell me about him, did you get any more letters today?"

Rose's face went flush and broke into a smile. "Yes," she answered, "He responded to my letter this morning. He's so funny, Bella. He made me laugh out loud in my English and I almost got in trouble. But then he's really sweet at the same time, and different, and interesting, and you can just tell that he's completely hott. Definitely no one like I've ever met before."

"That's so great Rose," I replied honestly. "He sounds perfect for you."

"He is," she nodded, and then cleared her throat loudly. "And how about you?" She turned to Alice with a smirk. "How's the 'Sensitive Soul' doing today?"

Alice, excited to share all her information, told us how her and 'Sensitive Soul' had been writing back every period, because there were just so many things to talk about. She said they were getting into some really deep stuff, but fun things at the same time. She also explained that he had a wonderful sense of modern but vintage fashion, after she had asked him what type of clothes he wore.

"You asked him what type of clothes he wore?" I asked her incredulously.

"Of course," she answered. "He didn't mind. He gets me." She smiled happily.

"Well look at us," said Rosalie with a laugh. "In love with a couple of letters, it's hard not to wonder who they are ya know? Why haven't we noticed them already if they're so perfect?"

I nodded in agreement and looked around the cafeteria at all the familiar faces. Who were Gentleman, Sensitive Soul, and Built For You? There were a lot of boys in this school; maybe I just hadn't been looking close enough. The lunch bell rang, signaling it was time for 6th period. Once I got settled into my seat, I took out Gentleman's latest note.

Blushing Beauty,

I can't tell you how refreshing it is to talk to someone like you, I can already tell, you are different from everyone else. I like it. I agree with you about the personal ads, it's not the cleverest idea this school has come up with. But I do disagree with you about one thing. I think it is possible to walk around each day… to pass by someone special, and not know it…Anyway, you like Debussy? I enjoy them as well; I haven't met someone our age in a long time that has. You are continuing to surprise me. And Jane Austen certainly is a wonderful author. I have read Pride and Prejudice many times, but I have to say, I am a Shakespeare fan myself. And as for your question about the piano, I do write my own music, I actually started composing a new inspired piece just yesterday…But tell me more Blushing Beauty, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows…for once again without fail, you have me truly interested.

Gentleman, Box #99

P.s. I've had a lot of time to practice my handwriting.

I read the note over and over again for the remainder of the class period. He seemed too good to be true. Everything he said was just so…ugh, I didn't even have the right word for it. I wished Alice was in the room with me so I could have another piece of her stationary; I didn't want to write him back on a messy torn out piece of notebook paper. I would just have to write him back after school.

I met up with Alice and Rose in the parking lot. They were wearing identical smiles that I knew matched the one I had on my face. I had to laugh out loud and they quickly joined in as we piled into the car. Rose and Alice had a note to write too, so we were going to head back to my house and get started right away.

As usual, Alice found a suitable song and turned the volume dial up the highest it would go. Rose rolled down the windows automatically, backed out of the parking space, and headed toward the entrance. We sang along happily, each of us in high spirits. Rose turned to face us, mouthing the words to the song in a ridiculously dramatic fashion. Laughing, I turned back to look out the front window, and my stomach dropped.

"ROSE! LOOK OUT!" I screamed wildly. We were heading straight toward the side of a black car pulling slowly out of its parking spot. She shrieked, and tried to brake…but it was too late. We slammed loudly into the side of the car, effectively denting in the whole right side. Alice and I flew forward with a rough jolt, almost hitting the windshield, but we were stopped by an airbag that exploded in front of our faces.

"FUCK!" screamed Rosalie. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She pounded her hands against the airbag, trying to get it out of her way.

Alice and I sat in silence, trying to catch our breath. I could feel my heartbeat pounding wildly in my chest. Before any of us even made any attempt to get out of the car, we heard a knock on the window.

"Are you guys okay!?" said an extremely anxious voice. I turned to my right and saw Emmett Cullen, with Edward and Jasper right behind him, looking just as frantic. Emmett was staring at Rose with a nervous expression.

"Oh GREAT," mumbled Rose angrily, once she saw who it was. I knew that she was hoping it would be someone she could easily deal with, not the unfriendly new boys. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. Alice and I followed suit.

"I am SO sorry," we heard her plead. I walked around the hood of the car to join them. "I can fix it," she begged. "Honestly, I'm really so sorry, it was stupid of me to not be paying attention."

But the boys didn't seem to really care about the car. It almost felt like they were inspecting us for injuries. "Are you hurt, Bella?" said a concerned voice. It was Edward. To my complete shock, he pulled me into a tight but brief hug. My eyes widened when I felt his arms around me, and I had to will my own arms to respond. He smelled incredible; I couldn't help but take a deep breath. All too soon and pulled back, but he didn't look away.

I tried not to melt under the heady mix of his touch and intense gaze.

"I'm alright, just a little shaken I guess." I replied, looking at him closely. It was odd to see how nervous he was. How could they be not mad at all? The whole side of their car was completely pushed in. I turned back to reassess the damage and my mouth dropped open when I saw what type of car it was. I couldn't help but cringe, thinking about the expenses.

Rose did so at the same time and groaned loudly. "I am so unbelievably sorry," she began sadly, tears filling up her eyes. "Can you at least allow me to fix it? My dad's a mechanic, and I've grown up learning how to fix cars, please it's the least I could do."

To my surprise, Emmett put his large hand tenderly up to her cheek, wiped away a stray tear, and gave her a big smile. "We're just glad you guys are okay, the car doesn't matter" he said softly. "And sure, if fixing it will make you feel better, than be our guest." Rose nodded and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. I turned around to see Alice leaning on the hood of Rosalie's car with her wrist in Jasper's hand. She had tears running down her face as well.

"She's broken her wrist," Jasper said softly, gently holding Alice's skinny arm. "I'm going to take her to Carlisle." Edward and Emmett nodded. Edward then turned back to me with worried eyes.

"Are you sure you're alright Bella? Can I do anything for you?" Edward asked again, looking even more concerned after he saw that Alice was hurt.

"No, really, thanks but I'm fine…can't really say the same about your car though," I frowned.

He waved his hand dismissively and didn't even glance back at the car. I wasn't even sure if any of them had seen the damage yet. Maybe that was it; maybe they weren't aware of how bad it actually was. It was possible they would completely flip out once they got a good look. Rose went around the front to examine her own car's damage, which was surprisingly minimal.

After a few minutes, we piled back into the car, agreeing to follow them back to their house, so Rose could attempt to fix the dents, and Alice could get her wrist looked at, by Carlisle, who I assumed was their father.

Once Alice got back into the car, I kissed her wrist and gave her a worried smile. She didn't look that unhappy though, she looked a little flushed.

"God, can you believe it? Out of all the worthless cars in Forks, I have to hit a VANQUISH, the only car that cost more than my life," ranted Rosalie as we pulled out of the parking lot. I had to admit it was pretty bad luck.

"Yeah, but… they're being pretty decent about it. Don't you think?" I told her, trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah," she muttered. "At least there's that. And luckily I know how to fix cars, I should have it fixed pretty quickly…But now we have to wait until later to write our letters," she pouted.

Oh yeah…my letter. I had almost forgotten. I felt a wave of happiness come over me as I remembered Gentleman and the last letter he had written me. I secretly hoped that I would have enough time later as well. I kept my mind on him as we followed the Cullen boys into a long driveway, surrounded by trees.

"Wow," said Alice taking in her surroundings. It was the first word she had spoken since we got into the car. She seemed distracted, must be by her wrist.

We stopped in front of a large white house, and before I could even take off my seatbelt, Jasper appeared and immediately ushered Alice out of the car and into his home to see his father. Rosalie took a deep breath, stepped out, and walked with Emmett around the house and into the garage where they had parked the Vanquish. Feeling quite alone, I decided to kick back, and maybe begin my response to Gentleman. I pushed my seat back as far as it would go and crossed my feet up on the dashboard. I reached into Alice's purse for a piece of stationary, pulled out my science book to lean on, and began to write.

Dear Gentleman

But that was as far as I got before I heard a loud knock on the window. Edward was waiting outside on the driver's side, and when I looked up he gave me a smile. I smiled back, and motioned for him to come in. He opened the door and took the seat next to me.

"You've got a nice house," I said, looking out the windshield to admire it.

"Thank you," he responded kindly. "What are you writing?" he asked, after a moment. But surprisingly, he didn't try to peer at my paper, he just looked at me. I hid it against my chest anyway.

"Oh, nothing. Just some homework," I lied. There was no way I would tell him what I was really writing, he would probably think I was desperate and pathetic. I knew I had probably imagined him getting a box number that day. Looking at him now, there was no way he didn't already have millions of dates.

"Well, I've got some homework to do too, do you mind if I borrow a piece of paper?"

"Sure," I replied, glad that he had believed my lie. I reached into Alice's purse and pulled out another piece of the stationary to give to him.

He took the paper from my hands with a beautiful crooked grin on his face.

"What?" I asked jokingly, trying to figure out why he was smiling.

"Nothing," he answered, trying very hard to suppress his expression. "This is just nice paper, that's all."

"Oh, okay," I laughed, giving him a weird look.

But after that, I couldn't really concentrate on writing the letter. With a sigh, I put it into my backpack, deciding that I would finish it when I got home. I turned to Edward, who wasn't really writing either, and decided to ask about his move to Forks. He told me that his family moved a lot, and that he had been to a lot of high schools. He seemed surprised that I had actually asked him that question, but I was sure that he could tell I was interested. After about a half an hour, Rose came back around the house, covered in grease. Edward and I got out of the car.

"She's amazing!" I heard Emmett say. "Best mechanic I've ever seen." He was grinning madly at Rose.

"I'm just so glad it was easy to fix," she replied. "It still needs a paint job, but that's it."

The next second, Alice and Jasper came back out of the house, immersed in happy conversation. I smiled when I saw the pink cast on her wrist. Today could have turned out a lot worse I thought, considering the accident and everything. After we said our goodbyes, and Rosalie apologized once again, we got back into the BMW and headed back to my house.

"Phew!" said Rosalie, once we turned onto the main road. "I'm not going to have to pay for anything. I got really lucky."

"Yeah, those boys really aren't so bad," I mused thoughtfully. "They seemed nice enough; I wonder why they keep to themselves."

"Who knows," said Rosalie. "They certainly are good looking though, huh?"

I laughed at her understatement.

"Can we go write our letters now?" piped in Alice, suddenly very excited.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I tried to write mine in the car, but I couldn't concentrate. Gentleman wrote me a really nice one this afternoon; I want to make sure I write a good one back."

Rosalie nodded her head. "Definitely letter time. I want to tell 'Built For You' all about my little accident today. I don't think anyone else saw it, so if I tell him it won't give me away."

We arrived back at my house around twenty minutes later. Alice said she needed to use the phone before she wrote hers, so she ran upstairs to my bedroom. Rosalie spread out on the couch, and I snuggled up into Charlie's arm chair.

Dear Gentleman,

I like talking to you too. It is refreshing to talk about things that are important and meaningful, rather than the frivolous things people our age like to stress about. And Shakespeare? Wow, I'm impressed. What works have you read by him so far? What's your favorite? And if I continue to interest you, you definitely continue to impress me. Writing your own music? That really is an accomplishment. I wish I could hear some of the things you have written, but then again, I don't even know who you are. ).

So what do you want to know about me? Let's see what I can share without giving myself away. I don't really have a set favorite color; it usually depends on my mood. My favorite candy is chocolate kisses and dogs of every kind, I wish I had one. My parents are divorced. My mom got remarried when I was living with her down in Florida. I could tell that in a sense I was holding her back and I wanted to give her some privacy and a chance for her to be happy with him. So that's when I decided to move here about five years ago, with my dad. But I love it now; I've got some great friends.

Blushing Beauty, Box #23

P.s. – I still disagree, if my soul mate was walking around Forks High. I would know.

I smiled down happily at my letter. I thought it came out pretty okay. I looked up to see Rosalie stuffing her newest response into an envelope. I did the same, and when we were finished, we looked at each other and burst into laughter at our own giddiness.

"Alice not done yet?" I asked, looking up toward the stairs.

"I guess not," said Rosalie, going to turn on the TV. You know Alice; she always has a lot to say."

I nodded and rested my head on Rosalie's shoulder as we caught the end of Oprah. We had missed most of it since we got held up at the Cullen's this afternoon. Alice came down a little later with a big smile on her face.

"Where's your letter?" I asked, noticing her hands were empty.

"Oh, I already put it in my purse," she answered quickly, snuggling in beside me. I looked at her cast and saw that Jasper had signed it, alongside a little wink face.

I laughed at it and ran over the marker with my fingers. "Looks like 'Sensitive Soul' has a little competition huh?" I joked happily. Rosalie laughed from my other side.

"No… Sensitive Soul definitely doesn't have any competition," she responded, but then ended up laughing along with us. Afterwards, we all sat in a comfortable silence to finish the rest of Oprah. That night, once they left, I read over my letter that I written again. I couldn't wait to send it to him. I fell asleep that night, wondering who he could possibly be.

I woke up early the next morning. I think for the first time in a while, I was a little excited to go to school. I decided to be honest with myself and admit that it was because of Gentleman and his letters. I really was just as wrapped up in this thing as Alice and Rosalie were.

I took my time getting ready, trying to find the perfect outfit. I settled on a white sundress that Rosalie had bought me about two months ago. I curled my hair a bit and went down to get breakfast.

I met Charlie downstairs on a rush to get to work.

"Good morning Bells," he said quickly, taking a sip of his coffee and putting the empty mug in the sink.

"Morning Dad," I responded, watching him rush toward the door. "Hey dad, wait," I said suddenly remembering something.

"Yeah?" he paused, looking anxious.

"Can you not open my window anymore? It gets way too cold in there, and it wakes me up," Thinking that would be the end of the conversation, I turned my back to him to grab some fruit from the counter.

"I haven't touched your window Isabella?" I heard him say. "Have a great day!" And with that he was gone.