Chapter 3: Arrival and Don't touch Edwards grapes
I pulled up to the old house with chipping blue paint. I could see that most of the lights were on, meaning that people were there. I got out of my Audi, and walked to the front door. I knocked three times on the hard wood, and listened to shuffling behind the door. "Hold on I'm comin." A gruff voice said through the door. The door flung open, and on the other side stood my father Charlie Swan.
"Bells is that you?" Charlie looked at me. "It's Izzy now dad, and yea its me." The next thing I knew I was being pulled into a big bear hug. "Dad you can put me down now. I'm not going anywhere." Charlie blushed, and put me down. So that's where my blushing factor came from. "Where's Edward?" And as if on cue, Edward appeared in the hallway. "Carrot Head!" I yelled, rushing to hug my twin brother. I almost knocked him over with the force of the hug.
"Izzy! Your back!" Edward hugged back. I told him my new name a few weeks ago. He just doesn't know about the street fighting part. I laughed, and ruffled his oddly colored hair. I had my dad's chocolate colored hair, while Edward had our grandmother Marie's bronze colored hair. Edward and I always thought it was weird, but it helped give me a really funny nickname to use against him.
"Izzy, I only have one rule that I want you to follow, and it is that you can not ever touch my grapes." Edward said seriously. I couldn't help, but laugh hysterically. "I'm serious." He pouted. "Oh I won't." I had my fingers crossed behind my back. I'd eat his grapes if I wanted to. "That's all I ask." He kissed my cheek and walked to the living room to watch the football game. "Bell-I mean Izzy let me show you your room." Charlie stated, leading me up the stairs. He opened the door, and I gasped at what I saw. The room was painted a dark purple with black trim. There were 4 windows which all had black curtains. To say the least this room was gorgeous. "Your mom said you liked purple and black." Charlie declared randomly. I nodded my head, to shocked to even speak. "She also said you liked to kick-box so Edward and I cleaned up the basement for you to practice in." I snorted when Charlie said kick-boxing. If he only knew what I really liked to do, he'd throw my butt in jail. He is the sheriff after all.
After a few hours, I had unpacked and got everything situated. I was craving a snack. I walked into the kitchen, and searched the yellow cabinets. I was shocked to find that they were poorly under stocked. I opened the fridge, and only discovered a bag of grapes, a gallon of milk, and a moldy cheese sandwich. "Dad were is all your food?" I yelled. Charlie shuffled in the kitchen. "Uh, Edward and I can't cook so we don't buy much food. We just order out." Charlie muttered, blushing. "Wow, good thing I can cook. Guess I'm going shopping after school tomorrow." Charlie gave me some money to pay for all the groceries, and walked back to the living room. I was still hungry though. I walked back to the fridge, and grabbed Edward's grapes.
Half an hour later, Edward walked into the kitchen, and found me eating his grapes while reading Wuthering Heights. "I told you not to eat them!" He yelled. I blushed. "Sorry brother dear, but this the only food you have." I smirked mockingly. "Don't ever touch my grapes." Edward said with a deadly serious look on his face. "Alright I won't I'll just by my own." I whispered. Edward left the room with his bag of grapes in hand.
That night while I lay in bed, I thought of all the things I'd learned these past two days. Number one: Male Teenage hotel clerks are freaks. Number two: Dad doesn't know I'm a street fighter. Number three: Never touch Edward's grapes. He might kill you. I can't wait till tomorrow then I get to deal with all the stares I get from people just for being the new girl. That will be super fun(note heavy sarcasm).