BPOV
Oh my god! I just sounded like a blubbering idiot outside. I thought I was seeing things when I saw the bronze-haired gorgeous guy come around the side of the truck. I can't think about this now. I have to get a bag, find a few things to toss out, and then run my ass back outside. It only takes me than a few minutes, and then I find myself back out in front of the guys, Alice, and Rosalie.
"Umm, thanks for waiting. I forgot to empty my trash in my room." I said, looking at noone in particular.
"No problemo… that's why we're here." Emmett replies, reaching out to take Bella's bag.
Oh shit, I didn't think this through. I meant for my bag to go to the Edward guy. I decide to stand there and stall.
"Oh for crying out loud, Bella. Just give your bag to Edward." Rosalie says, while rolling her eyes.
This is so embarrassing and immature and just plain awkward. Edward reaches out for my bag and we make eye contact. I'm dead. His eyes are piercing into my soul and I feel completely bare in front of him. As I hand him my bag, I notice my hand is shaking. Ugh!
"Well, I hate to cut our little gathering short, but we have to get going if we're going to finish our route on time." Jasper says.
I heard Alice and Rosalie say goodbye to the guys and I may have mumbled a see you later. I was too embarrassed to even look at anyone. I heard the truck pull away and then raised my head.
"What the fuck, Bella? Did you zone out?" Rosalie asked me.
"Cut her some slack, Rosalie. I think she was awestruck." Alice said.
We started walking back to the apartment.
"So, Bella… what did you put in your bag?" Alice asked.
"Stuff." I replied.
"What stuff?" Rosalie said.
"Just stuff." I replied, with a small smile forming.