Hello my readers!

I apologize for the first part of this chapter. I had a hard time getting into it, but overall, I think it turned out well. So please enjoy. There are links to Bella's outfit on my profile if you would like to see what she is wearing.

So here is Chapter 6.

I'm surprised by how intelligent Edward is. Sure, he's no Einstein, but he seems to have a good grasp on Jane Austen which, for a guy, is pretty impressive.

When the bell rings, signaling we can go to our next class, Edward stands up with a big smile on his face, that same smile that he gives the cameras in every magazine.

"It was lovely working with you, Bella," he says smoothly as he throws the straps of his backpack around his shoulders.

"I'll see you later," I say before I quickly rocket out of the room. My phone was vibrating like crazy in my pocket, and checking in front of a teacher was asking for detention.

I glance at the screen to see my Mother's name flashing at me. I groan and silence it before putting it back in my pocket. I applaud her new tactic-actually talking instead of texting me-but she picked a horrible time to call.

She knows I'm in school, but I guess that doesn't mean anything to her.

My next two classes, Biology and Spanish, fly by: Biology because we're doing review for a test on mitosis and cells which I know well, and Spanish because I have Jasper to entertain me when it gets really boring. My phone rings two more times before she finally gives up.

When lunch finally rolls around, Jasper and I make our way to our usual table and sit down. Jasper's mom had made pizza the night before and made him bring leftovers for us to split along with two cans of Coke. I smile as I crack open my can and take a long swig.

He tosses me a slice of pizza on a paper plate and I rip off a piece of pepperoni and pop it into my mouth. I glance around the cafeteria and see Edward and his usual crowd before my eyes land on Alice, who is standing at the end of the lunch line, looking for somewhere to sit. I smile and stand up, waving her over.

She grins and runs over to our table.

"You don't mind, right Jasper?" I ask as I wiggle my eyebrows at him.

"Shut up!" he hisses and I giggle.

Alice plops her tray down next to me. "Thank you so much for letting me sit with you guys," she says with a smile. "I didn't feel like sitting alone again."

I wave her off. "It's no problem."

I look behind her head and see Edward staring at me. He smiles and mouths 'thank you' at me.

I shake my head and look away.

Lunch with Alice is really fun. She talks a lot, but Jasper literally seems to hang on her every word, which causes me to suppress laughter. He's never been a talkative guy. The only people he actually speaks to freely are me, my father, and his family.

He doesn't say a lot to Alice, but whenever he speaks, she listens intently.

It's cute in a disgusting sort of way.

When I get to gym at the end of the day, I quickly change into my gym clothes before I run out into the gym and begin stretching. I spread my legs out in front of me and grab my toes. As I'm doing so, I see a pair of shoes come into my line of view. I look up and see Edward staring down at me.

"What?" I ask as I stretch my arm across my body.

"Thank you, for earlier," he says quietly. I quirk an eyebrow at him, confused. "For letting Alice sit with you at lunch," he clarifies.

I stand up and look at him through narrowed eyes. "I didn't do it for you. My friendship with Alice has nothing to do with you."

He holds his hands out in front of him in a calming gesture. "I know…wait, you know she's my sister, right?" he asks.

I look around to make sure no one heard him. "Yes, but I think I'm the only person she wants to know so please be quiet," I say.

He groans. "Why is she so damn concerned with people not knowing that she's my sister?" he asks in a whisper.

I raise an eyebrow at him. "Do you really not understand?" I ask. At his blank look I move away from him angrily. "She wants to be able to make friends because of who she is. Not because she's the brother of the famous Edward Cullen. Lauren would be all over her if she knew that would be a way to get closer to you."

Edward stopped short at that. "I guess I never thought about it that way," he says quietly.

I shake my head. "Alice is a good person, Edward. I've only known her for a little while, but I know she loves you. She just doesn't want to be defined by you."

"Uhm, Edward. Why are you talking to her?" Lauren asks from behind me. I roll my eyes. "Go away, Buddha Belly," she sneers at me.

"Whatever you say, Lauren. Oh, and give my regards to Willy Wonka. I'm sure he misses his most orange Oompa Loompa when you aren't there." I smile sweetly and walk away from her and Edward.

When I get out of school, I dash to the grocery store to get some food for this evening. I grab three packages of chicken, deciding garlic chicken would be good enough. I grab some raw potatoes and a few other sides before I jet home to get cleaning.

Velma's chicken senses must have been tingling because the minute I step into the house, she tries to jump into the grocery bag. I laugh and reach down, hiking her up under my armpit. She growls in annoyance.

"Oh hush. No chicken if you keep being crabby," I say. She meows sweetly.

Once we get to the kitchen, I set her down in front of her water bowl and make a mental note to thank Charlie for refilling it. He must have been home while I was at school.

I toss the potatoes on the counter and the rest of the vegetables and the chicken into the fridge. Then I walk through the house and survey all the destruction that has taken place after a week without cleaning. The living room is definitely the worst.

Everything had a thick coat of dust on it and Charlie has never really cared to take care of his dirty dishes.

First thing's first. I need my iPod.

I put on a random playlist and dance around my house as I clean each room. I start by taking the dishes from the living room into the kitchen and putting them into the dishwasher. Then I run around the entire house with a dust rag and carefully dust off each surface.

Velma helps by following behind me and rubbing my legs for encouragement.

After I finish dusting I check the clock. It's about 3:45, so I decide it'd be best to peel the potatoes and boil them. I hate peeling potatoes. I'm always so afraid that I'm going to peel more of my finger off than the actual skin of the potato.

I shiver at the nasty image and continue to peel, being extra careful.

Once that's done and the potatoes are being boiled, I finish up the rest of the cleaning. By the time I get done vacuuming and sweeping, it's a little past five. I carefully look around the house and inspect my work before I run upstairs and lay out some nice clothing for Charlie to wear. Then I return to the kitchen to start baking the chicken.

As I'm doing that, I hear my front door click open.

"Bella?"

I watch as Velma rockets towards the sound of my father's voice. My dad always says that he doesn't like Velma, but I know for a fact that when I'm not here, he plays with her and cuddles. His black police officer uniform shows exactly where she was curled up on him.

"In here, Dad!" I yell back as I slip one of the ear buds out of my ear.

He walks into the kitchen with Velma in his arms. "How's dinner coming?" he asks. Then he really looks at me. "And where's the rest of your hair?"

I shrug. "The chicken should be ready in about half an hour and then I just have to boil the veggies and mash the potatoes," I say. "And I cut it."

"Oh. Okay, great. I'm just going to go shower and change. They should be here around 6," he says.

I nod as he sets Velma down. "I left you some clean clothes on your bed," I say.

He smiles at me. "You take care of me too much," he says before walking away.

Velma scurries over to sit by my feet and looks at me with her big yellow eyes.

"You'll get some chicken once it's cooked. Calm yourself," I say. She grumbles in her cat-like fashion and trots away to sit on a kitchen chair.

By 5:45, everything is almost ready and Charlie walks into the kitchen looking sharp. I smile at him and wipe my hands on my jeans.

"Can you watch the food and make sure it doesn't burn while I run upstairs and change? Oh and set the dining room table?" I ask as I grab Velma from her chair.

He nods. "On it."

I smile at him in thanks and run upstairs with Velma to get ready.

I toss her on my bed once we get to my room and shut my door before running over to my closet. I have about 10 minutes to make myself look decent before the Cullen's arrive. I decide on the best things I have in my closet, which is a simple brown sweater dress. It's a turtle neck and has long sleeves. It's a bit tight for my taste, but it's the fanciest thing I own, so it will have to do.

I put on a pair of brown high heeled boots-again, not really my style either, but they're the only ones that match my dress. They were Renee's. We got rid of the rest of the stuff she left behind, but Charlie insisted on keeping a few things that were in good condition that I could possibly use. So the boots stayed.

I grab a clip and put my hair back into a half ponytail and, after a quick glance in the mirror, I dab on a little bit of lip gloss and some mascara before I run downstairs. I lock Velma in my room, knowing what she would do if I let her out.

She would jump on the table and steal the chicken.

I walk carefully back downstairs to find a fully set dining room table. I quickly thank Charlie before I run to the oven to take out the chicken. I hear the doorbell ring just as I begin to mash the potatoes.

"Dad? Can you get it while I finish? I'll come get you all when it's ready?" I ask while I continue to vigorously mash the potatoes.

"Of course, Bella," he responds before he walks into the foyer. I hear the common greetings among Charlie and the others.

Edward's voice seems to float above the rest until I hear Alice's high pitched voice chime in.

Once the potatoes are finished, I put them into a serving bowl and pour some melted butter on them. Then I set the chicken onto a serving tray and put the broccoli and then corn into serving bowls as well before I go and place everything on the dining room table.

I briefly wonder why we couldn't have just gone out to eat when I remember that Forks has one restaurant and it isn't exactly what you'd call fancy by any means.

I brush the strands of hair that have fallen into my face out of my eyes before I survey the table. Everything looks decent and well put together and I smile in satisfaction.

I slowly make my way into the living room, carefully watching my step so I don't trip and embarrass myself for the rest of the night.

When I finally make it to the doorway of the living room, I am completely taken aback by the beauty of Edward's parents. His father was sitting on the couch, talking animatedly with my father about something. His blonde hair doesn't seem to have on streak of gray in it, unlike my father's that has a few gray strands among the black. He is wearing a blue dress shirt with a black tie, causing his blue eyes to stand out on his pale face.

The man's arm is thrown over the shoulder of a beautiful woman with the same pale complexion as her husband and two children. Edward's eyes were clearly a gift from his mother, as well as his hair. Her hair, however, flows down to her mid chest.

Edward and Alice are sitting on the couch, Edward looking positively bored while Alice smiles widely at Charlie as he answers something her father had asked.

I clear my throat and watch as five pairs of eyes snap to me.

"You must be Bella," the man says as he stands up. He and his wife walk over to me with his hand outstretched. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Carlisle Cullen. And this is my wife, Esme."

Esme smiles at me as well and reaches out to squeeze my hand. "Thank you so much for making dinner tonight. Charlie tells us you've been quite busy since you've been home."

I smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. And it's no problem. I love cooking," I say honestly.

Carlisle smiles again. "You already know my children. Alice speaks about you a lot, as does Edward."

I feel my face flush and look behind Carlisle to see Edward blushing as well. I smile at them. "They've made quite the impression on Forks High. It's been buzzed with excitement since they've arrived."

I really want to say that the girls at my school just won't let it die, but I decide that might be inappropriate.

Esme laughs. "So we've seen."

There's an awkward silence before I clear my throat again. "Well dinner is ready, if you'll all follow me."

I walk into the dining room and take my normal seat at the table. The rest of Cullen's and my father follow me into the room and say something about how delicious it smells. Without further ado, we all begin to divvy up the food and eat while exchanging casual conversation.

Every time I look up from my plate, I find Edward's eyes trained on me. And even when we make eye contact, he does not look away.

It was going to be a long evening.

The rest of the dinner will begin next chapter and I promise that Bella and Edward will be getting closer soon. I just get annoyed with the fics that have Bella and Edward together and dating and professing love within the first chapter and a half.

I like them to both fight a little for it :)

Lots of love,

Emilia Elliot.