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A/N: I don't have a updating day, since I'm never in one place to long and in some places there is no internet access. Sorry if I don't update Chapter 4 this week. Since I'll be travel out of the city to a village where they don't have internet, but i'll write uo as much as I can and update as soon as possible.

Here's Chapter one's longer then the last. Enjoy.

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Some people aren't meant to be alone; I may just be one of does people. Jasper left last night around 7:00pm like any respectful army brat, as I like to call him for teasing matters; he left earlier than he should have to ensure that he would be on time for a 9:25 private flight, but that's just how he is.

"Jazz, can you…uh…um," I didn't know how to ask him to leave one, two or even three of his t-shirts behind, for me to sleep with or in, I haven't decided yet. I blushed, this was embarrassing, and Jazz had stopped putting his clothes away to pay full attention to me, so if he started laughing at my childish behavior I had no way to play it of as a joke, great.

"What is it, Bells?" he urged, "come on you can tell me anything, you know that."

I let out a deep breath. "Can you leave one of your shirts behind? So,I don't miss you as much", I blurted out, really fast. I didn't think he understood me at all, that is until I saw a light smile creep on his face and a soft chuckle leave his mouth. He was going to laugh and would never let it go; I would be teased about this all my fucking life…..

"Sure, pick out a few you like, it'll be like my going away present to you." OK, maybe I was not going to be teased about this at all, "I know how me awesomeness can be difficult to forget." Yeah, I spoke to soon.

Out of Jasper's duffle bag I pick out 3 shirts, a gray one with bold navy blue letter that said 'ARMY', a red button-down flannel shirt, and one of his sweat shirts that said 'YALE' on it. Happy with my choices, I allowed him to zip his bag up. After that little scene, we watched TV like lazy ass fuckers we both where, till a little bit before 7:00. When the time came to say good-bye to jasper I may have cried a tiny tiny bit...or a bit more than that.

I walked with him to the door, when Carlos call and informed us that he was ready to leave. I was already a little teary, because Jazz had decided to get all sentimental and shit after we watch 'Dear, John', wrong move on my part for wanting to watch a chick flick.

"Bye Belly, I'll miss you." He said to me while Carlos put his bag back in the car. I engulfed him into as big as I hug I could give him considering the height difference wrapping my arms tightly on his waist while he did the same.

"Me too, Jazzy, a whole bunch." I sniffed into his shirt. "Call me, when you get on the plane and when you get to NYC, ok?" I said, pulling away. This was it; we were being separated after 5 years of best-friendship. This was really fucking ape-shit wrong, but we didn't have a say in it, sadly. Was I really going to be able to do this, Jasper was my rock, the one constant in my life. Dad was always in the office, workaholic to the point of no return and Mom was traveling and having a good time fucking her way through the world's finest dick, I think she's all the way to Africa by now. What was I gonna do without Jazz here with me?

"Sure thing, Bells." He said, giving me a peck on the lips. "Love you, bud. You're my number one girl."

"Love you more, Jazz." I said, this was it, "You're my number one dude, too. And hey, I'll hold you to your number one girl, thing."

"Ms. Swan, I'm ready to leave." Carlos said starting the car. Go fuck yourself, I thought. And bye the look on Jasper's face he was thinking the same thing.

"Bye, Jazz," my voice cracking, wavering and I felt a salty tear slide down my cheek.

"Bye, Bella," he said. Wiping the tear off my face with the pad of his thumb, and with a final kiss on my forehead, he got in the car closing the door behind him.

Carlos, the fucker, sped off. Sure, whatever, since he isn't having his best friend taken away, he doesn't give a rat's ass. I let out a huff, and trotted back inside the house, it was starting to rain again. God, how I hate this town.

That pretty much brings us up to speed on what happen yesterday. So, know I was laying down on my bed staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. I guess I could lounge around all day like the lazy bitch I know I am, but I don't want to. Why? Well because it's sunny outside and even though I've only been here one day I know does days are few.

I begrudgingly lift my left of the bed and head to the shower, and I shower, I know, right? I'm so fucking interesting [sarcasm]. I pull on my black skinny jeans on, a V-neck gray short sleeved t-short with asymmetrical black lines on it, a nice pair of neon orange converse, and I'm off to the kitchen to feed my growling stomach.

Let me tell you something, when you think about 'rich' people, you would think they would have a nicely stocked kitchen, right? Well, the answer is NO. Charlie didn't even have a freaking POP TART in his pantry and in the fridge there was a lone kiwi or maybe it was a molding peach, I don't know? That and a six pack of beer for what I guessed was 'football night'. Looking through one of the cabinets I find a bag of AMC butter popcorn. The two main food groups of a balanced breakfast: alcohol and artificially flavored snacks. Popping the cap on one of the beers and shoving the popcorn in the microwave, I sit down on one of the stools of the breakfast bar and stare at the phone. I needed the phone of the school I was supposed to attend 'Roccwell' or some shit, but I don't have it and I also don't have the phone number to the Cullen home to ask this Esme chick the number or the address , the works.

Being the smart ass that I proudly am, I pull out my laptop and search ESME CULLEN on the phone book web site. To my surprise there is only two Esme Cullen in the white pages, one been a home phone and another one been an office number for a suite inside the Cullen Inc. Tower in Seattle. So like any other person would do, I choose by 'enee mienee minee mo' and it lands on the home phone.

I dial, while munching on my popcorn and sipping my beer.

RING, RING.

"Hello, Cullen residence, Emmett McCarthy speaking," A playful , but deep voice answer on the other end. Wait, why would a McCarthy answer the phone at the Cullen's house?

"Did you say McCarthy? ´cause I sure as hell wanted to speak to a Cullen not a McCarthy" I say.

"Well today I Emmett McCarthy am on phone answering duty, so I get to pick the phone up.." He said sounding awfully proud of his assignment.

"So you're the butler?" I ask making my voice sound curious and innocent, two things I'm so not.

"What?" he asks bewildered "Do I have a weird British accent? Because butlers have accents."

Mm mm … he does have a valid point there, butlers do have weird accents. "Ok, so you're not a butler, but just to be sure, are you wearing one of does penguin suits butlers wear?"

"Nope, I don't think so" he said pensive. God, it was fun talking to this dude, I mean Emmett. "But I think my Uncle Carlisle has one."

"Is he a butler?" I ask while sipping on my beer, maybe drinking at 9:15 in the morning on a stomach with only a bowl of popcorn in it, wasn't my best idea ever. Ehh, whatever.

"I'm not sure, really. I think his a cook, once I saw him dressed in all blue with a hat on and everything"

"I'm cool, that's cool. Hey Em, I was wondering if there were any Cullens around I kind of have a question for them." I ask, getting back on track.

"Yeah, there is. Aunt Esme" Ha, so there is an Esme Cullen living there.

"Great, can you give her the phone? I need to ask her a question." I ask hopefully, though I don't want to stop talking to him, he seems nice. I wonder how old he is?

"Sure thing, wait a second." I heard him put a hand on the speaker and a muffled yell. " She's coming. By the way, what's your name?" Finally he asks.

"Bella Swan." I say. "You're not the best 'phone answerer' there is you know? I could have been a serial killer, and you wouldn't have known."

"Well, Bella Swan, let me tell you that I could hold my own against a serial killer or two. They wouldn't be able to stop my awesomeness"

I laugh. "Whatever you say, Em."

"Well, gotta go, peace out peeps." He said with a chuckle.

"Good-bye Emmett." A few ruffling sounds later , a warm motherly voice is talking.

"Hello, Esme Cullen speaking" , the warm voice said, " to who do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello, I am Isabella Swan, I was wondering if you'd have the number for Roccwell School." I say, unsure if she'll know who I am.

"Bella, of course, how are you darling? How are you liking Forks?" she says happily, all traces of formalism gone from her voice, making it sound more honey like. "Why don't you come over for lunch? I have a better idea why don't you come over for lunch and dinner?"

"I…um…don't know . I wouldn't what to impose…",that should do it, "it would cause too much trouble for you." There that should get the message across. I really do think she's a nice person and all, but it would just be to awkward, being at her home and not knowing anyone.

"Nonsense, It would be no trouble at all actually, it will be like a party of sorts, I can invite the closest neighbors and their teens," she said excitedly, "You could get to know everyone before you start school, so you won't be lonely."

"About that could you give me the number or address to the school? I have to pick up my book and time-tablets." I ask, hopefully distracting her from her, party planning.

"Silly me, didn't Charles tell you? You can download and print the time-tablet and for the book they're handed out by the teacher." She said with a soft laugh. So, dad was trying to get me to socialize with the neighbors, huh? "Now, about the party it could be like a dinner barbecue, out in the backyard. And Carlisle can make a wonderful grill."

"Thank you, for your kindness, but-…" she cut me off.

"No buts, young lady your coming." Esme said in a no-nonsense tone "Better yet come, now."

I huff defeated. "Ok, Mrs. Cullen. I'll be over in a bit, which one is your house?"

"The one right next door, sweetheart." She laughed "We´ll be waiting."

And the line went dead. Great, I´m having a party in my honor that I don't even want. And on top of that I somehow got scammed into going over to the Cullen home right now. I shouldn't drink before 10 o´clock in the morning; it gets my brain to turn off. Despite that I pop open my third beer and trot over to my room to change for the second time in less than two hours, this time though I choose something more formal, I guess since I'm going to impress the neighbor might as well star with the Cullen family, right? So, I pull off the black skinnies and throw on white ripped ones instead, swap the t-shirt for a royal blue wrap around blouse, changed converse for black ballerinas, and pulled a funky black leather jacket.

Finding the Cullen house was not at all a problem, not because it was HUGE. The front of the house was all beautiful gray stone, it had to be at least three stories high, with black iron balconies, and big floor to ceiling windows from what I got to see standing outside, it was on top off the hill that seem to take-up the whole corner street, now comparing it to my house, which luckily was not right next to the mansion, it was more like of to the side and a little further left. The drive way lead to the 7 car garage that was located next to the house and there was a drool wordy pearl white Mercedes Benz next to a monstrous size red Jeep. I was practically in love with the house and I hadn't even set foot in it, how sad.

To tell you the truth I was kind of scared to go and knock on the door, but one way or another I found myself ringing the little silver doorbell. A few minutes later there was no answer, that when I thought I had gotten the wrong house, I was secretly cheering for two things, one I had a valid excuse to not go to the party and two; I had not made a fool out of myself for asking for the right person in the wrong house. But since my luck is forever jinxed, the big door opened with one of those mysterious creeks that you hear in horror movies, and I pushed it open out of curiosity, big mistake on my part there. A huge bear of a man jumped out of nowhere tackling me to the ground making me screech, so loud birds flew out trees. My scream apparently amuses the big hulk type man and he rolls of me, laughing his head off. A couple of minutes, after his laughing turned into giggles and I took that as my cue to, start talking.

"WHY THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL DID YOU DO THAT! " I said, pinching the bridge of my nose trying to control my temper, which was running thin right now.

He just laughed and stood up. "Emmett McCarty Cullen," he said extending his hand to me, "pleasure is all fucking mine."

This time I laughed, this was the guy how answered the phone earlier, this really shouldn't surprise me, really, after all I the town is called Forks, I bet there's a town named Spoons also." Bella Swan," I said shaking his hand, "trust me the motherfucking pleasure is mine."

He grins at me, and takes a step back. Emmett is not all that hulk-like, like I thought he would be, he has a mop of brown cropped curls, and cute little dimples when he smiles that take the mean and scary out of his ripped like a wrestlers body and intimidating 6,6ft height, but what really makes me come to the decision that he is just a snuggly teddy bear is the yellow Sponge Bob Square Pants face t-shirt that stretches and show off his muscles and the matching yellow pajama pants with little Sponge Bobs stamped on them.

"Nice pajamas," I say as we enter the house. Its beautiful high ceilings, an open staircase in the center of the foyer, and from where I'm standing there is a whole southern wall that looks out to the huge backyard that seems made out of glass.

"Thank you, very much I think they have personality, don't you?" He asks leading me into the kitchen where a beautiful woman is standing over the stove with what looks like blueberry pancakes.

"Yep, they speak for themselves," I say trying to stay serious but failing miserably. My answer seems to alert the woman, who I believe is Esme, to look up. She is really beautiful, soft caramel color eyes framed by dark lashes, and a reddish brown colored hair with soft ringlets frame her heart shape face, perfectly. Esme looks my height 5,5ft but has a little hourglass shape body that I bet anorexic supermodel would puke their brains out for.

"My goodness, Isabella, your voice is as beautiful as you are," she says to me while cleaning her hands on a rag and coming to engulf me in a big hug, "How have you been? I see you've met Emmett." All my nervousness of being with Emmett and Esme and not fitting in were washed away when Esme hugged me so warmly.

"Great thanks, um… are does blueberry muffins?" I say eyeing the batter.

Both Emmett and Esme laugh. "Sure they are, haven't you had breakfast?" Emmett asks like it's a crime.

"Well yeah I have, but I both think it was enough," And as if on cue my stomach growled embarrassingly.

"Oh that can't be," Esme said going back to the pancakes, "sit down, sit down, I'm just about to serve breakfast for Emmett."

I grin and make my way to the breakfast bar with Emmett and sit next to him.

"So, what did you have for breakfast?" Emmett asked me with a knowing grin. Oh, go no I hope my breath doesn't smell like beer.

"Umm, well," I stutter rubbing the back of my neck, "Beer and a bag of microwaveable popcorn?" Hey, If they're feeding me breakfast, I might as well tell the unedited truth, right?

To my surprise Esme laughed along with Emmett and I joined in also.

For my first day, this isn't so bad, right?

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