Hii everyone! So...what do you think of it so far?

Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and I own the plot :))

I wish I owned Twilight, though x) as I'd make the best books ever created! (Thank you Stephenie Meyer for writing Twilight :) )

I'd also be able to have the fun of going to the interviews and commentaries and meet the cast and have the power of Bella and Edward in my hands! Muhahaha :L

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BPOV

"Hey, do you know the answer to question 5?" I asked Raoul, who was busy writing down his answers on the sheet.

"Umm...I didn't get that one, sorry." He grinned at me, and I grinned back.

I asked Ben, but he didn't know either. I couldn't be bothered to go out of my way to ask the teacher or anyone else, so I skipped it and moved to the next question. The bell suddenly went, and we packed our bags. I waited for Raoul as I swung my bag onto my shoulder. Once Raoul was done, He grabbed me by the waist and walked me to my next class, his being the opposite side of the college. At the door, he gave me a loving deep kiss and I tangled my hands in his hair. I heard people giggling as they walked past, and I grinned. We broke apart, breathing heavily, and he grinned. I then saw myself walk into the class, but I began to move alongside Raoul, like I was his point of view. His grin turned slightly odd as he reached gym. As he got changed, I saw he had scars in certain places on his body. Some looked old, some looked maybe a year old. Ben walked up to Raoul, and spoke to him.

"So, how's the plan going?"

"The plans almost done. I'll have Bella within the hour."

I woke up, sweating. What did this dream mean? I was confused. Was I too paranoid to trust Raoul properly? Was Raoul a decent actor, making me believe that he liked me, and secretly his was just using me? I frowned, confused even more. I looked at the clock. 4am. I didn't want to deal with anything now, so I forced myself back to sleep.

I woke up again at 10am, and decided to have a shower to wake me up, all thoughts of that dream gone. As I showered, i thought of things that were normal: what I will eat for breakfast, when I should head out for Raoul's, what to wear...

I knew where Raoul lived- it was a small town, but I had never visited it, since it was blocked by a gate and a huge hedge. I was curious to find out what the hedge was hiding. I didn't want anyone driving me there- whenever we drove it was either Mum's or Phil's car, or a taxi took us. I wanted to walk, as recently I have become more energetic and stuff...

I got dressed in a dark blue short dress with dark blue flip flops- it was warm for England, and I had done my hair up into a high ponytail, tying it with a blue hair tie. I put in some white bread in the toaster and made myself some cheese on toast- it was like a healthier pizza. I then made myself a hot chocolate and took my time drinking it, as I let the warmth corrupt my body. Alice wasn't in, she must have gone out shopping. I gave her a call.

"Alice?

"Hi! What's up?"

"Nothing, I was just wondering where you have got to?"

"Oh, don't worry about me! Worry about keeping safe today! Bye!"

She hung up. That was weird. I swear she was psychic- I never told her about today. I decided to spend a minute getting made up, as I had some dark circles under my eyes, and I then headed out with my laptop in its case and made my way to Raoul's house. When I got there, I peered through the gates. I never had been as curious to look, but now that i have, I saw that Raoul's folks must be millionaires. Their house was bigger than my own, and it was similar to a celebrity mansion. There was Raoul's car parked outside, so I pressed the button to their inter-com.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Bella."

"Come on in, Bella."

I heard a beep, and then the gate doors opened, like in the films. I stepped through the barrier of outside to Raoul's coyly, looking around in wonder. The gate shut behind me, and a continued forward, reaching his front door. Just as I was about to knock, Raoul opened the door, a happy smile on his face.

"Bella! You came!" He grinned and hugged me. "You look beautiful today."

I thanked him as he lead past his living room. He stopped halfway, as who I presume to be his father, was sitting on the sofa watching the cricket. Raoul coughed, and his father looked up. He looked as if he were foreign. Maybe French?

"Papa? This is my good friend, Bella." His father stood up and held a hand, which I shook as I used my other hand to move my bag further up my shoulder, as it was falling off.

"Bella? How nice to meet you. My name is Aro." I smiled at his politeness and his strong french accent.

"Aro, is that name from anywhere?" I made conversation, smiling. Aro smiled.

"I have no idea, if I can be honest with you. I presume it was French, my birthplace, but I am not too sure. Bella has an Italian origin, does it not?" I nodded. "Isabella...Swan? Renee's daughter? I could recognise you anywhere. I used to visit your mother sometimes, and I gave you and your sister a birthday present a couple of years ago..." I thanked him and Raoul coughed, giving his father the look that said 'okay-dad-shush-before-you-embarrass-me-any-further'. I laughed at the both of them.

"Is that the cricket? Who's playing?"

"Oh! Phil isn't on this game, but I watch every single one of his games. He is a very talented man, is he not? Very talented. I'd love to meet him one time, would you mind?"

"Oh, I bet he'd love to meet you! He is at home all of next week- you can come over anytime then!" I grinned, and Aro thanked me politely.

"Okay, we'll be in my room" Raoul nudged me upstairs and I giggled, waving to his father.

"So what are you? Half French half English? What's your story before I met you? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." He shook his head.

"My father...it's complicated..." He looked at me sadly.

"If you don't want to tell me then it's okay..."

"No...it's just that it will make everything depressing..." he looked upset, and I put my hand to his cheek, stroking it softly. His eyes looked shinier, like tears were there, and I wanted to comfort him. We got to his bedroom and he sat me down on his bed.

"Tell me."

"...My father...he met my mother in Italy. She was born there and had never left the country before. They fell in love, and she found out she was pregnant, with my older brother. Her family were against their relationship, and wanted her to have sex when she was married. Long story made short, they ran away back to France, where Diego was born. They were happy, even though they had to live on only a bit of money every week. Mum got pregnant again, this time with me...and died giving birth to me. Diego had always somehow resented me. Saying that I had killed our mother. After my birth, my father couldn't stand living in France, so he moved here, got a job, and then won the lottery. Only a hundred grand, but he was very clever with the stock market, knowing when prices will rise and fall, and had managed to get us much more than what we ever had asked for."

Tears had started to fall on his cheeks, and I wiped them away, my heart breaking slightly. All that he has been through, it must have been so tough! I saw on his bed side table two photos. One of him and...Diego, I think, as he looked like Raoul, just older. Raoul must have been about 13 then. The other was of a beautiful woman, who was smiling into the camera, with flowing dark locks and thick eyelashes. His mother. He had her hair and eyes, and lips. I analysed the photo and compared it to him. We sat in silence for a few minutes, and the atmosphere started to get really intimate, when Raoul ran his finger through his hair.

"Anyway, I've shared mine. Your turn." He pulled his feet up and then crossed his legs, then strecthed them out again. He pulled his body so he fell off the bed, popping himself onto the carpeted floor. I did the same.

"Well...I want to do photography in university, maybe something else as well. Major in English Literature? I do...Photography, English Lit., Biology and History in college...Biology I had only decided on on the day, as I needed a fourth subject. I probably will drop History in my second year...
Family...well, my Mum and Dad met in high school, childhood sweethearts in America. Mum got prego, and she moved here in panic, as her and Charlie's relationship wasn't working out anyway. She met Phil, who wasn't anything big at that moment. She gave birth to me and Alice, and raised us with Phil. Phil married her a couple of years ago, and me and Alice were the bridesmaids. We used to visit Charlie every year for a month, but it got less and less as we grew up. He must be so lonely in America. He's a cop- so if you hurt me, he can totally kick your ass."

Raoul laughed. "Yours sounds much funner than mine." He moved closer to me and I put my head on his shoulder.

"So...I'm curious...when I said you were hardly a virgin...was it that brother of Emmett Cullen?" I nodded slightly. I felt that he became more turstworthy, so I left him with that important piece of information. Raoul sighed.

"You know, its only been about a week, but ever since you started to get out there again, I've been trying to get better." I looked up at him, but I didn't push the subject. "I've been trying so hard before, but now that I know you, I have to put less effort in to get a better result. I don't know. I cuddled into his side, opening my laptop and logging on. We then carried on with our project for the rest of the day.

"Did you want something to eat? I can cook up something." I nodded.

"I can help. I am an exceptional cook, as my pioneers say." I grinned, grabbing his hand and finding the way to the kitchen.

"This way" He pulled against my hand when I tugged him into the wrong direction. I laughed, letting him pull me to the kitchen.

"What do you have-ingredients?"

Raoul pulled many things out of the fridge.

"Okay. Challenge time. What can you make out of these ingredients?" Raoul said, raising his eyebrow. I laughed and got to work. He just sat at the counter, watching me as I prepared the dish and cut the vegetables. Half an hour later, the dish was done, and I served us two servings and he dug in.

He froze in place, and then sighed, falling slightly as he groaned. " Oh, my god. This is delicious. Screw photography, you should become a cook!" I laughed as I ate my own food. Aro then came in, having smelt the cooking and I handed him a serving also. By the end of the hour, we were so full all of us were just talking slowly, content with just silence, but we attempted anyway.

"Well, I think Bella should come around more often." Aro said, winking at Raoul. Raoul went slightly red and broke eye contact with his dad. Aro then looked at me, still grinning.

"What do you think, Bella? You can attempt an Italian or French dish next time? I'd pay for your meals. Become my personal chef?" I laughed.

"Oh I'll cook here as long as I get to eat some of it!" I joked. I looked at my watch, and decided it was time to get home. I stood up, and Raoul did the same.

"It was lovely to meet you. don't forget to visit me and Phil" I winked. Aro then said goodbye and Raoul walked me to the gate outside. He opened the gate.

"Thank you for coming. We are going to ace this project." I laughed with him. Suddenly He dipped his head and kissed me. I froze for a second, and then I felt my lips responding. He pulled me towards him by the waist, and my hands went around his neck and into his hair. He groaned as I tugged on his hair and he bit my lip. Our bodies were pressed so closely together, and after a few minutes we stopped kissing to catch our breaths. Raoul stroked my face and lean his forehead on mine, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear.

"Wow." I nodded, moving his head as well. I laughed, giddy.

"I better go. See you Monday." We separated, and he gave me a hug. I turned away.

"Um...Bella?" i turned back, waiting for him to speak again. "Can I take you out? M-Monday?"

I grinned. "Sure thing."

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