Pushin' Me Away

Bella Swan's Point of View

One hour and 12 minutes later, I was finally unpacked and settled in. My clothes were all put away and little things like toiletries and accessories were all placed in appropriate places. The room looked good.

Once my suitcase was empty, I wasn't quite sure what I would do with it. It wasn't exactly big, but it wasn't exactly small either. I did what I thought was best and put it at the bottom of the wardrobe. It would be a friend for the two pairs of shoes I had brought with me. I had a funny feeling however, that Alice was going to make my shoe collection a little bigger after the inevitable shopping trip we would be going on. I was looking forward to it as it would be a good way to bond with Alice, but the shopping aspect of it? Not so much.

I pushed the wardrobe door, closing it with a click and turned around to gaze over my room.

It was a damn sight bigger than my room back home, but what do you expect when I'm living in a house this size? It had a double bed, far too big for me, but it looked warm and comfortable all the same. The wardrobe, Chester draws and bedside table all matched and Esme had been kind enough to supply me with a clock. It was a digital clock with a built in alarm. Sure beats the Mickey Mouse one I had at home. I'd had it since I was 5. The old thing was still working!

The curtains matched the bedspread, a lovely deep purple color. Very pretty. I gazed out of the window and noticed that the rain had slowed down. It was still raining though. I had to remember to get myself an umbrella during mine and Alice's shopping trip. It would be my most important and useful weapon during my stay in Forks.

The full length mirror added a nice touch to the room. It looked really old, like an antique. I fell in love with it instantly. The one thing that shocked me the most though, was the plasma screen TV hanging on my wall. It was huge, covered in so many different buttons. I was too afraid to touch it, scared I might break it. Perhaps Carlisle or Emmett would show me how to work it sometime. For now, I was happy with my books.

Wuthering Heights was on my bedside table, the bookmark keeping the page even though I had read it countless times over the years. I'd had it for a long time, so the pages were turned up at the edges, withering with old age. My parents got it me for my 8th birthday and I loved it from the moment I read it. It was the one possession I would take everywhere with me. They brought it me after all.

A single tear fell down my cheek.

Now was not the time to weep however. I had enough on my plate. I needed to find my way around Forks and this house, get to know my new family and meet the infamous Edward. It was a tall order and I was terrified!

A knock suddenly echoed on my door. I glanced at the clock in confusion, realizing it was only 6pm. It wouldn't be anyone calling me for dinner yet.

I walked over to the door and opened it. Alice was standing there, a heartwarming grin playing on her lips.

"Hi, Bella!" she said cheerily. I don't know what it is with Alice, but she always seemed very happy.

"Erm, hi, Alice," I replied as best I could, still confused as to why she was here. She said herself that she wouldn't see me till dinner, and I thought she had homework to do.

"Are you finished unpacking?"

"Uh-huh," I told her, nodding my head.

"Good! So, I was wondering if you want to do something until dinner is done," she said to me.

Do something? Well, I thought it would be nice. If we did something together, we could get to know each other better and become friends. It sure would make me a lot less nervous too. Though, this was Alice. My idea of doing something and her idea of doing something were going to be completely different. Yet, I took a chance. Why not?

"Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room. She closed the door behind me.

"Well," she began as we walked down the hallway and descended down the stairs. "I was wondering if you like smoothies."

Smoothies? I loved them! Back in Phoenix, me and my friends used to go to the smoothie bar in town after school. The cold smoothies were really good as they helped to cool you down in the blazing heat. I used to make them at home too, just me and mom. Dad brought her a smoothie maker one Christmas, so one day, we decided to try it out. We had no idea what we were doing. We just threw any old fruit in and pressed any buttons we could, hoping for the best. The first few attempts didn't go well. We were experts at it by the end.

"Sure, I love smoothies," I replied.

"Good, because guess what we are doing?" she giggled. We walked into the kitchen and the smoothie maker was already set up. I looked at it. It wasn't the same as my mom's, but it was very similar. I was pretty sure I would figure it out.

"Making smoothies?" I guessed, even though the answer was clearly standing before me.

"Yeah!" Alice said enthusiastically. I swear she is on happy pills! "Isn't this going to be fun?"

I nodded with a smile. I was pretty excited actually. I was looking forward to it.

"Dad brought it for mom, but it's never been used, so I thought we could try it out," she told me as she moved over to the fridge. She opened it up and went to a draw at the bottom. Slowly but surely, she began to pull out different fruits, passing them to me so that I could place them on the island counter in the middle of the kitchen.

The Cullen's had so many different fruits. Apples, strawberries, bananas, raspberries, oranges, you name it. Strawberry and raspberry smoothies had always been my favorite, so I knew that that was the one I was going to make.

Next, she moved onto the freezer and pulled out a big bag of ice. She closed the freezer door and placed the bag onto the counter, next to the pile of fruit.

"Have you ever made smoothies before?" she asked me, gazing at the different fruits.

"Uh, yeah. I used to make them all the time back home," I said.

"Good, because I have no idea what I'm doing," she replied.

I couldn't help but laugh at her innocence and naivety, and her short size and baby face made her seem it all the more. I really liked Alice. I noticed then that she had begun to laugh too. We were both quite alike really and I hoped that I would get to know her better during the course of my stay at the Cullen house. I enjoyed her company.

"Don't worry," I told her with a smile. "I'll help you."

"Thank you, Bella," she said, holding me in a hug. I hugged her back before letting go and gazing at the fruit myself.

"So, what kind of fruit do you like?" I asked her.

"I love strawberries and raspberries," she told me.

"Those are my favorite too," I said happily.

"Wow, that is so weird," she giggled. "We are so alike."

We were really, apart from the fact that she had this obsession with shopping which I definitely did not have. Never had, never would.

"So, strawberry and raspberry smoothies it is then," I declared, picking up the fruit and running them under the tap, making sure that they were clean.

"We can make some now and then make more after dinner," Alice told me. "I can't wait."

"What are we having for dinner anyway?" I asked curiously. I was eager to know what it was the Cullen's ate. I hoped we had the same tastes in food, or else this was going to be a long stay.

"Since it's your first night, we were going to order pizza," Alice smiled.

Yes, we definitely had the same tastes in food. I really was going to enjoy this stay!

"Sounds yummy," I said.

"Sure is. The best pizza in town."

I laughed at her enthusiasm as I turned the tap off and made my way back to her and the smoothie maker.

"So, what do we do first?" Alice asked me, her hands on her hips and concentration on her face. She was really getting into this.

"Well," I began, "Firstly, we chop up the fruit and put it into the smoothie maker."

"Right," Alice said, giving me a salute with her hand, which made me smile. She ran to one of the many draws in the kitchen and pulled out two knives. One for me and one for herself. Once the draw was closed, she headed back over to me and handed me a knife. We automatically began to cut the fruit.

"so, do you like Forks?" Alice asked me, making conversation.

"It's nice," I replied to her. "It rains a lot though."

"Yeah, that tends to happen all the time. It makes your hair frizz. Its really annoying." She pulled an annoyed face which amused me. Frizzy hair didn't bother me. I'd just use the hood of my coat to protect me from the rain, or an umbrella.

"Have you done that?" I asked her, looking down at the fruit.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Sure have!"

"Good, now we put it in the smoothie maker."

"Ay ay!" she told me, grabbing the fruit in her hands and dropping it in. The container was about three quarters full. It was just the right amount. "What about ice?"

"Let's see if just using fruit works first," I told her. "We can try ice after dinner."

She nodded at me as I walked to the other side of the kitchen to wipe my hands. They were sticky from the fruit juices. All we needed now was to put the lid on and press go, then tah-dah! Lovely strawberry and raspberry smoothies.

I looked over at Alice and noticed that she was about to press the go button, but at the same time, I also noticed that the lid wasn't on. My eyes widened.

"No, Alice!"

It was to late.

She pressed the button and strawberries and raspberries flew everywhere. The mixture covered the walls, ceiling, counters, floor, not to mention Alice herself and, much to my disapproval, me.

Alice began to scream as the mixture covered the kitchen. I ran as fast as I could to reach the machine. I finally got there and pressed the stop button. The machine stopped moving and the flying mixture came to a stand still.

We were absolutely covered from head to toe!

We both just stood there, still like statues and in complete shock. It was in our hair, all over our clothes, all across our faces. Don't even get me started on the state of the kitchen.

"Whoops," Alice said quietly. It couldn't get any worse than this.

I was wrong.

The front door decided to open at that moment and someone walked in, closing the door behind them. He had bronze hair, which looked totally unruly. It was damp from the rain outside an so was sticking to his forehead a little. He was quite tall and lean and absolutely drop dead gorgeous. No-one could deny him that. He turned his head to the right and looked directly at us with his emerald green eyes.


Great! The first time I ever meet the guy and here I am, in his kitchen, with his little sister, the two of us covered in strawberry and raspberry smoothie, looking a complete mess. He looked at Alice in complete confusion. In all fairness, I would do the same if I were him, especially in the situation Alice and I found ourselves in.

"Hi Edward," Alice said, waving at her brother with a smile. "Uh, this is Bella."

I stared at Edward as his eyes moved to look at me. He looked me up and down, taking me in. I felt so exposed, like I was being interrogated. I knew the guy didn't like me very much and that only made it worse. If only I knew the reason why, it would make this whole thing a lot easier. I was determined to find out someday.

After he had finished his silent interrogation, his eyes finally met mine. He gave me a small nod of acknowledgment before looking away, letting out a deep breath and going up the stairs. He was out of sight.

Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. At least he didn't shout at me or tease me or just be generally horrible to me. There was nothing like that at all. Then again, his silence was just as bad, if not worse. The fact that he had just looked at me made me feel as worse as I would have felt if he had teased me or shouted at me. At least that would have been a form of communication. No, all I got was a look and a nod and then he was gone. The silence made me feel terrible. This was going to be hard.

A movement out of the corner of my eye quickly shifted my attention. I looked and saw Alice wipe a bit of the smoothie off of her cheek and give it a taste. She looked at me then with a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, on the Brightside, it tastes pretty good."

She was obviously trying to lighten the mood and it cheered me up a little. She had seen Edward's reaction to me too. She walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it in a kind fashion.

"Just ignore him," she said. I merely nodded with a forced smile. It was sort of hard to ignore someone with that sort of reaction to you. All I could think of was, why?

"Oh my goodness! What happened in here?" a voice suddenly called. We both turned around to see Esme standing there, staring at us in shock, her eyebrows raised.

Alice gave her an innocent smile. "We had a little accident."

"Well I can see that," Esme said. "Are you girls alright?"

We both nodded. We were perfectly fine, just a bit shocked.

"Why don't you go and get cleaned up and we will order the pizza. I'll clean this mess up."

Again, we both nodded.

I felt bad for making Esme clean up our mess. It wasn't her fault after all. It was Alice and I who decided to make the smoothies, so it shouldn't be Esme's job to sort it all out. I tried to protest, but Alice stopped me.

"Bella, why don't you go clean up first. I'll help mom. It's my fault after all."

I couldn't really argue with that.

"Towels are in the cupboard in the bathroom, dear," Esme smiled at me as she moved to get a mop.

I nodded at them before I left the kitchen and made my way up the stairs, carefully making sure that no smoothie got onto the carpets. That's the last thing I wanted to happen right now. I didn't want to make anymore mess.

I reached the top of the stairs and made my way over to the bathroom. I knocked on the door first, making sure that nobody was inside. When I got no reply, I took this as my cue to enter. The room was empty. I entered, locking the door behind me. I walked over to the large wicker cupboard and opened it. It was full of towels of all colors and sizes. I pulled out a large white fluffy one and closed the cupboard.

I decided it would be best to take a shower since it was the quickest and Alice would also want to clean up too.

So with that, I turned on the shower, finding it pretty easy to do so, got undressed and stepped inside. It didn't take me long to get clean. I quickly washed my hair, rinsed and repeated before cleaning my body. In no time at all, I was done. I squeezed my hair, ringing out any excess water and wrapped the towel around my body, securing it well. I then picked up my dirty clothes.

I carefully opened the door, making sure the coast was clear, before running out of the bathroom and into my room at the speed of light. I closed the door behind me and lent on it, glad I had not been caught out. I put my dirty clothes into my washing basket before heading over to my drawers to find something clean to wear.

I suddenly heard the bathroom door close through the walls. I assumed it was Alice.

Finally deciding on a pair of jeans and a plain blue t-shirt, I got dressed. I decided on wearing dark colors. I knew that if we were having pizza, the likelihood of me getting a stain on my clothes was high. If I wore dark colors, any stains would be hard to see. A bit of smart thinking on my part, I believe! I put on a pair of socks too, knowing how cold it could get. I didn't want to get ill on my first night here.

Next, I decided to dry my hair. It didn't really take me long as it was already part-way dry. I was done after about 5 minutes and when I was finished, it was clean, shiny and bouncy. I smiled at the way it had turned out. Not bad really.

Finally deciding I was done, I left my room and made my way downstairs. I entered the living room to see Esme, Emmett and Carlisle in a heated discussion.

"Emmett, you are not having a large pizza all to yourself!" Esme argued.

"But I'm starving," he replied, rubbing his tummy.

"Well then have a side order, garlic bread or something."

"But I don't want a side order."

"Emmett," Esme said sternly.

"Fine," he said defeated. He folded his arms and reclined back into his seat. His face looked a little annoyed. He was sulking like a little child.

Carlisle looked up at me then, noticing my presence in the room. "Hello, Bella. Come on in."

I did just that and sat on the sofa, next to Esme. She looked at me, ready to speak. "What sort of pizza do you want, dear?"

"Cheese is fine," I smiled. That would do me perfectly. Cheese was my favorite kind of pizza. Nice and simple, no need for toppings.

"Right and Edward and Alice share the 'Meat Feast' pizza, right?" Esme asked. Carlisle nodded to her. "Fine, I'll go order it then."

The pizza didn't take that long to come. 30 minutes at the most. Carlisle paid for it before handing it to Esme. Emmett grabbed some plates before we all headed into the dining room. Carlisle quickly went to the foot of the stairs, shouted Edward and joined us in the dining room. We all quickly took a seat, Alice seating herself next to me as Emmett shared the plates out. As Esme shared the pizza out between us, Edward decided to show up. He looked at the pizza.

"Meat feast?" he asked his mother, a smile gracing his lips. It was the first time I had heard him speak and I couldn't help but notice how velvety his voice was. It was one of those voices that was just genuinely pleasant to listen to.

"Of course, dear," his mother replied. He took his seat, ironically opposite me, and grabbed his food, automatically tucking in. We all did the same.

Alice wasn't lying when she said that the pizza was the best in town. It was delicious, some of the best pizza I had ever tasted. The cheese just melted in your mouth.

Conversation slowly started to build between everyone.. Alice kept apologizing to me for the whole smoothie incident. I obviously forgave her. Thinking about it, the whole thing was quite funny really. I bet we looked like a pair of idiots. Edward's reaction to us had confirmed that. Speaking of Edward, I noticed that he hadn't spoken to me throughout the whole meal. Hell, he hadn't even looked at me! It was beginning to get quite irritating. He was deep in conversation with Emmett. It was weird seeing him talk to his brother. He looked so carefree, laughing occasionally. He didn't seem like a bad person, so why was he only like it to me?

"So, Bella," Esme said, interrupting my thoughts. "Are you settling in ok?"

"Yes, thank you," I replied, nibbling on my pizza. I noticed that Edward's smile had faded and his face became blank at the sound of my voice. Jerk!

"Did you find everything that you needed?" Alice asked.

I nodded with a smile, glad that the majority of the family liked me.

"So, tell us a bit about yourself," Esme said.

I suddenly tensed up. Here we go…

"Well," I began. "I'm 17, uh, an only child, I like to read-"

"What do you read?" Esme interrupted me.

"Anything really. Wuthering Heights is my favorite."

"Oh, that was my favorite too. I remember reading it back when I was a teenager."

"You were a teenager?" Emmett said mockingly. His mother gave him a glare, not at all impressed by his joke.

"And I just want to say thank you for taking me in. I'm very grateful to you all," I quickly added. Esme smiled at me so sweetly, obviously touched by my thanks. I really was grateful. Who knows what could be happening to me if I had remained in Phoenix. Those men would have caught me in no time. I was so glad that the Cullen's had brought me into their home. They were keeping me safe.

Edward just snorted at my words. I looked over at him and saw that he was still glancing at his food, taking bites of it occasionally. Suddenly I felt Alice kick him from under the table. He winced in pain and looked up at her.

"What?" he asked, confused by what he had done. Alice just gave him a glare. He looked at her and just shook his head before continuing to eat. I let out a deep sigh. This situation was just getting worse.

After we finished eating, we all retired to the living room for the night. Emmett was adamant we watched some film he had brought that day. It was filled with guns and car chases. I wasn't interested in it at all, but I watched it all the same. Some parts were quite funny whilst most of it was full of action. I was just enjoying the company of the Cullen's mostly… well, most of them.

He didn't look my way all night, just ignored me the whole time. I was beginning to get just as annoyed with him as he was with me. He could at least give me a chance couldn't he. Maybe if he got to know me, he would like me and we could be friends. No, he would rather ignore me and make little comments here and there. It was uncomfortable.

When the film was finished, we all said good night to each other. Emmett and Carlisle wished me good night, Alice hugged me whilst Esme gave me a kiss on the cheek. Edward did the usual and ignored me, skulking off to his room. I finally went to mine and, after getting my night clothes on, went to my bed and got under the covers.

As I lay there that night, in the dark, trying to get to sleep, I reflected on the day. The Cullen's were so lovely. Carlisle was so compassionate and kind, Esme was so sweet and loving, Emmett was so nice and funny and Alice was just plain wonderful. I really did enjoy the smoothie making, as disastrous as it was!

As I fell asleep, one face was in my mind. His bronze hair was disheveled and his eyes were so cold compared to his angel-like perfect face. I couldn't help but wonder something and I knew for a fact that, before I left this house, I would find the answer to my question…

What was Edward Cullen's problem?

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