I don't own Twilight.
"Ma!" I yelled from the top of the stairs.
"She's in the kitchen!" replied Edward, my step-brother, from the living room.
I sighed, ran down the stairs and slid into our tiny kitchen, almost bumping into the table.
"Mom?" I asked. She was at the stove, slowly stirring a boiling pot. The kitchen smelled of beef and vegetables, and she was humming to herself.
"What do you want, Jasper?" she asked. I jumped up on the counter next to her.
"Jasper," she turned to look at me. "You're almost seventeen, don't jump on the counter."
I sighed and jumped back down, moving to stand next her.
"Mum," I said. She looked at me expectantly. "Where are your magazines?"
She stared at me with a confused expression upon her aged face. I stood still, smiling innocently and brightly, but completely serious.
She cocked an eyebrow. "Why?" she drawled.
I shuffled my feet and looked at the floor. "This girl at school…" I began.
My mom dropped the spoon on the counter, clapped her hands together and smiled brightly.
"You like a girl?" she gasped.
"Why, you thought he liked boys?" In walked Edward, smirking. "I thought so, too, until now, Mom." He laughed to himself and picked up a spoon. Waving it at me, he added, "Who is she, Jazzy? What's her name?" Edward took a spoonful of the boiling vegetables and sipped it gradually. My mother nodded her head in encouragement, egging me on to continue.
I blushed and looked at the floor. "I…I don't exactly know yet," I replied. I heard Edward choke on his food, and my mom giggled.
"You don't know her name, Jasper?" asked my mom. I shook my head slowly, wanting to deny it very badly.
"Then how do you know you like her?" asked Edward, recovering from his choking incident.
"How could you not?" I responded, smiling. "She was beautiful. I bumped into her in the hall last week, because, well, I didn't see her there, and—"
I was rudely interrupted by Edward's laughter. "Smooth, Jazzy, smooth," he said.
I rolled my eyes and continued. "She was so nice, and had the cutest blush and her eyes were absolutely gorgeous. I think she was new because I had never seen her there before, but I don't have any classes with her, which is really upsetting and I haven't seen her all week…"
I stopped and stared at Edward and my mom. They stared back, wide-eyed.
"Jazz, we lost you at your inhale," said Edward.
"Never mind," I sighed. I began walking away, hanging my head. No one would understand. Edward went out with a new girl every week, meanwhile I have never felt this way about a girl before. I couldn't stop thinking about her all week. I was dying to know her name.
As I was going up the stairs, I heard my mom shout, "My magazines are in my closet!" followed by Edward's laughter. What a prick.
Bella's Point of View
Sitting on my bed, notebook and pen in hand, I thought of all the boy's names I had ever heard. Most of them I disregarded almost immediately, but three stood out to me. As of now, my notebook page looked like this:
Bella Swan's List of Names:
Anthony- his blonde hair and hazel eyes just seemed to fit with this name.
Ben – for his calm demeanor and soothing voice.
Mark – his strong arms and hands.
No other name seemed to fit him. Bemused, I wondered if there was some magical name that combined all three of these aspects.
"Bella! Are you doing homework?" Charlie's voice surprised me, and I flung my pen in the air.
"No, Dad. Why?"
"I was just wondering if you wanted to make dinner." Rolling my eyes, I headed down the stairs to take care of my father.
"Thanks, Bells. How was your school day?" At the mention of school, I thought of the nameless boy and smiled, remembering his gorgeous eyes.
"Oh, not much. Same old school work." I opened a package of spaghetti and put some water on to boil. Turning to get the sauce from the fridge, I noticed Charlie's expression.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You didn't …uh…meet anyone?"
"Well, uh….yes, actually." Blushing furiously, I madly avoided eye contact with my father. What was with his new found interest in my social life?
"What's his name?"
"I don't know, actually." At his amused chuckle I turned and scowled at him. "I will have you know that we have no classes together and it is very hard to learn someone's name without seeming like a stalker and being creepy and I just haven't seen him and I don't know if he even goes to the school anymore and I can't just go around asking for the beautiful hunk who stumbles into girls in the hallways, now can I? No, I cannot. So, really—"
"Bells…"
"—there is no way for me to figure-"
"Bella…"
"-out his name if I never see him, right?—"
"BELLA! The spaghetti is smoking!"
"Oh. OH! Oh no!" I rushed over to the stove and turned off the burner. Quickly dumping the water, and then putting the blob of burnt noodles in the garbage, I tried to remember the last time I had ever talked so much at once.
"So….you do realize I am a cop, right?"
"Yes, Dad. Obviously." I rolled my eyes at his random question and grabbed the phone off of the counter.
"So, you realize that I know everyone in town?" My eyes widened, and I hung up on the pizza lady. Slowly turning to my Dad, I tried to keep my expression neutral.
"Everyone? Like…even all the high school kids, maybe?" He nodded, smiling at me. "So, like, you could …name everyone?" Again, he nodded. And now he seemed a little afraid of me. I moved closer to him. "You could give me the name of anyone?"
"Well, yes. But I would need a physical description or-"
"Blonde, tall, gorgeous, sweet smile, strong hands…" Charlie backed away, looking embarrassed.
"Bells…uh…what happened to dinner?"
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