Chapter 10: Getting to know each other a little better

BPOV

This was… a shock. I stared at them in surprise as I thought through the

moments I’d met them. I had seen no difference before; both of their flawless
faces (But of course Edward is much more handsome) had no dissimilarity to
each other, they were wearing the exact same clothes, even their accessories
were the same, and as far as I knew their personality we’re pretty much the
same.

“Hey Rick, look at her. She looks like she’s in shock.” Mick (I think) said, and a
hand waved in front of my face, bringing me out of my haze. I blinked a few
times, and then looked at the two brothers.

“You’re twins?” I know the question was absolutely obvious, but I couldn’t help
but to ask. The surprise had taken its toll on me, and now my brain wasn’t
working correctly.

“Isn’t that obvious-“Rick (or was it Mick?) began, and then Mick, or whoever it
was, finished, “For someone smart like you?”

I blushed in embarrassment, and began to move towards my seat. Unfortunately,

Mike had decided to sit somewhere else today, and left me alone at my table.
The two brothers didn’t miss the opportunity, and sat down on both my sides.

“So, what are we working with today?” One of them asked, and smiled at me.

“Yeah Bella, give us a hint; we’re clueless here.” The one on my right agreed and
both of them stared at me.

“Why don’t you just ask the teacher?” I said, and opened my book so I could
begin. They both chuckled and moved closer to me with their chairs.

“Ah Bella, you’re always so…” One of them trailed off in thought. The other twin
decided to help him and finish his sentence.

“Distinctive. But that’s just what we like about you. You’re one of a kind.”

Then class started, and the two brothers were forced to be quiet. But they had
their ways. I don’t understand; can all siblings communicate with their eyes??
Alice and Edward does it, and Rick and Mick too. They just look into each other’s
eyes; make small gestures and facial expressions. How can you communicate like
that? Well, it’s a sibling thing I guess.

“Alright then, now we’re going to work in pairs of two. Please work with the one
you’re sitting next to. You may start.” Mrs. Allison said and turned her back to her
talking class. Rick and Mick looked at each other and grinned, and then turned to
me.
“Shall we get started??” both of them said in unison, and looked at me with eyes
that glittered with so many emotions; slyness, joy, smugness and a little bit of
curiosity.

“Yeah, sure. Okay, so our first question is-“I began and looked at the paper we
had in front of us, when a fast hand snitched away from me with a grin.

“That’s boring.”Lewis #1 said and faked a yawn.

“Yeah. Let’s talk about something more interesting.” The other one said, and the
slyness in his eyes increased tremendously. I was a little worried now. It wasn’t
that I hated the two of them, but there was something about them…I don’t know,
something was off about them. But I didn’t know yet.

“…Like what??” I asked hesitantly. Both of their grins grew and I couldn’t help to
notice how beautiful both of them was. Their messy, black hair as dark as the
night, their crystal clear, sapphire blue eyes so deep that you could drown in
them. Their smiles were perfect in every way, and they had good taste in fashion.
But nothing of that was more beautiful than Edward’s reddish-brown puff on his
head, his emerald green eyes shining warmly at me, and his smile. That
breathtaking smile was probably the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in this world,
except Edward himself.

“Like you.” Their answer was quite surprising, and I frowned in confusion. Me?
Why should we talk about me on a geography lesson?? That doesn’t make any
sense.

“M-me?” I stuttered and stared at them in disbelief. I wasn’t exactly the topic of
the day; not in my eyes that is. I’m just a normal, boring, and soon-to-be
eighteen years old.

“Yes, now let’s begin. Your full name??” One of them asked, and I sighed in
defeat, knowing I had to go through this.

“Isabella Marie Swan.”

“Family??”

“I’m the only child, my parents got divorced two years ago, and now I’m living
with my dad.” I decided to tell the short story of how it all happened.

“Boyfriend??” As soon as this question was out, my cheeks started to burn, and I
avoided their stares. They smiled, like hyenas look at their prey’s as they begin
to play with them before they die. I didn’t answer them, but that was apparently
enough for them.

“Oh, so there is someone?”One of them said, and playfully elbowed me. I was
about to answer him, when the other one said something that almost made me
pass out of surprise and disgust.
“Who is it? That Smith guy?? Don’t be shy, you can tell us.” He said, and winked.
I blushed with embarrassment and anger. This was bad. Not only because
someone suggested Smith’s dream of all time which was gross, but that means
that they had noticed the affection Smith has for me.

“What? No! That’s disgusting!! How can you even- “I began to rant, when one of
them interrupted me with a thoughtful expression.

“But how can you guys keep it a secret?? I mean, isn’t that kind of relationship
illegal?? And you have a point, it is kind of disgusting. I mean, he-“I didn’t want
the subject to get any further, so I interrupted him by telling the truth.

“Smith is not my boyfriend. Edward Cullen is.” It showed in their expressions that
my answer wasn’t as interesting as their suggestion had been, but at least it was
something. I was hilarious.

“Him?? Edward Cullen is your boyfriend!?” one of them exclaimed in disbelief,

and then they both began to laugh like maniacs like they just had heard a
hilarious joke. I stared at them in wonder. Why was that so funny??

“Is there anything particularly funny that you two would like to share with the
rest of the class??” Mrs. Allison asked, the two laughing brothers next to me, and
our classmates’ conversations died out as they stared at us. Rick and Mick’s
laugher stopped, and they stared at Mrs. Allison with…well, not puppy eyes, but
something in that direction. And when they spoke, they talked in a smooth and
calm tone that every girl in the class founded sexy. Everyone in the class except
me that is,

“We’re sorry Mrs. Allison.”

“We we’re just laughing for ourselves about old times.”

“We didn’t mean to disturb.” As they spoke, you saw how Mrs. Allison’s cheeks
reddened and she got very wobbly.

“Oh. Alright.” She answered in a low tone and held her hands on her chest. Then,
she remembered the rest of the class that was partly staring/drooling at the
brothers, and partly looking at her with deep frowns on their faces. I was one of
them.

“What are you all staring at? Get back to work! Immediately!” She said in an
angry tone, and then went back to her papers on her desk. Talking started to
escalate again in class, but now, now of the conversations was about geography.

“Was what that??” I asked them, and they grinned at me, something they did a
lot apparently.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Do you dear brother??” The one to my
right said in a sly voice, and his brother answered him in the same tone.

“I have no idea. Shall we continue with our lovely conversation?”

“Absolutely.” And then they turned to me.

“Edward Cullen??” They asked in doubtful voices, and I glared at them. I had no
idea why they couldn’t grasp the idea of me and Edward dating, but it was
starting to get a little annoying. I mean, was it because he was too godlike for
me?? Was it because they thought we we’re too different?? But hey…have they
even met Edward?? How can they judge someone who they haven’t even met??

Maybe they aren’t judging him; maybe they’re judging you. The voice told me,
and I had to agree with it. They hadn’t met Edward, so how could they know who
he was??

“What?? Why is it so hard to understand that I’m dating Edward??” I said in a

slightly higher voice, and I heard gasps behind me.

Oh crap…that’ll hurt in the morning. They’ll probably ambush me before I get

home from school and interrogate me. Good thing I have a fast car… I thought
and then waited for their answer, which was nothing that I had expected.

“You’re way out of his league.” They said both at the same time, which they
seemed to do a lot. Must be a twin thing…

I stared at them in disbelief. Had they even seen Edward?? No. How can they
even say something as ridiculous as that?? That the god doesn’t deserve the
plain, ordinary human??

“W-w-w-what?? Have you even seen him??” I asked them, stuttering. Anyone
who’s ever seen Edward would easy know how beautiful and perfect he is.

“Of course we have. We know lots of him too.”

“How is that even possible?? You started today, and he’s not here today!” I
exclaimed in frustration, thinking that they played with me.

“Well, 1; there is something called a yearbook. And 2; there’s lots of girls in this
school who knows more things about him than you.”

“We got lots of information from that girl called Jessica. I even think she had a
stalker book where she wrote down everything she knew about him.” And then
they chuckled. Ah, Jessica. I haven’t met her anything this month that has passed
since Edward got here. It’s not like we talk and are best buddies. Never been,
never will be. But she likes to talk with Edward a lot, and when she does, she just
ignores that I’m there.

“Well, if you know so much about him, you should know that it’s the other way
around.”I said, and they stared at me like I was crazy.

“Bella, you seriously need to see yourself clearer. I mean, come on. “The on my
right said and placed his arm around my shoulder.
“Yeah, I mean you can have any guy in the world, and you choose him?? It’s just
that we think that you can have so much better.” He said, and I raised an
eyebrow at him.

“Really?? Like who??” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know.” Both of them said as they turned away from me, whistling a
random tune.

“Ha-ha, very funny. Did you want to ask anything more, or can we start to work
now??” I asked, hoping for a ‘yes, we’re done talking’ but it was obvious that that
wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

“Well-“one of them began, when they we’re hushed by Mrs. Allison, who had
begun to talk.

*After the lesson*

The bell rang, and many students cheered as they collected their books so they
could go to lunch. I stretched my tense muscles in my seat, and stood up.

“So, it’s lunch now huh??” one of the Lewis brothers said and looked at me.

“Yeah.” I took my bag from my chair and turned to one of them.

“Great!” They both said, and grabbed me by the arms. I protested as they began
to walk out of there, with me as their prisoner between them.

“What are you doing?!” I complained as they continued to walk, holding my arms
in case I’d try to escape; well, that’s how I saw it anyway.

“Going to lunch.”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

I sighed and tried to ignore the fact that every human being that we passed
stared at us. I didn’t like attention, it was only annoying and bothersome.

“Alright, but can you let me go?? Or at least not drag me in my arms like you are
now.” I begged. They released my arms, but grabbed my hands instead, which
made the stares even worse.

“You’re right Bella, this is even better than before!” one of them exclaimed as we
entered the full seated cafeteria and walked over to the line.

“Yeah, yeah. Can’t you let me go?? Please???” I asked again, not liking the stares
we got from the table where Jessica and Lauren sat. Their glares almost burned in
my back, and I hoped that the twins beside me would let me go quickly.

“Why would we??” One of them said and looked at me with questioning eyes.

“Yes, your hand is so warm and soft…” The other one trailed off, and then both of
them lifted my hands in the exact same moment, and kissed my hand gracefully,
just as they do in the movies. I blushed and snatched my hands out of their grips,
finally free. I sneaked a peek on the table were the bitchy bitches sat. And their
glares confirmed it. Yes, they had seen it, and yes, they were pissed.

I gulped as I took my sandwich and soda and walked over to a small, empty
table. I hoped that they wouldn’t follow me, that they would pick another table to
sit at, and make new friends. But no. Life isn’t fair.

They sat down on the opposite side from me, and stared at me. If you thought
about it, they we’re practically strangers to me. Today was the first time I’ve met
either of them…

“Hey, I’ve answered questions about myself, so now it’s your turn.” I said as I
opened the soda. They smiled friendly at me and the one at the right took a bite
of his sandwich.

“What do you want to know??” the other one asked, and a first question popped
into my head, which fitted into the situation perfectly (well, for me).

“Which one of you are Mick and who’s Rick??” I asked, and they chuckled.

“No one will ever know, isn’t that right my brother?”

“You’re entirely correct.” He answered and high-fived his brother with a grin. I
sighed.

“Very funny,” I said, and then changed my voice to a more quiet and helpless
voice.” Can’t you tell me, please??”I tried to beg them with puppy eyes and using
such smooth voice as they had before in the classroom with Mrs. Allison. And it
worked to my surprise. They stared at me for a few seconds for reacting.

“He’s Rick.” Mick said, who sat to the right of his brother, and pointed at his
brother.

“He’s Mick.” Rick said, and did the same. Inside my head I was laughing. Was it
that easy to get information from them?? It was like stealing candy from a kid.
When they got a taste of their own medicine, they were quite helpless…

“Well, I’m glad I could get that sorted out.” I said and smiled at the two of them.
Then Mick chuckled.

“Our mom was really creative when she gave us our names. She might as well
have named us to the same name, since she can’t tell the difference.” He said,
and chuckled.

“Remember that time when she got mad at us and called us ‘Dick’?? That was
really funny.”Rick said and laughed, and Mick joined in.

“Can’t even your mom tell the difference between you two??” I asked, and looked
at the two of them, trying to see any dissimilarity between them that might help
me in the future.
“Nope. No one has been able to. Ever.” Mick answered with a grin, like it was a
Guinness record.

“Anything else?”Rick asked me.

“Well…what’s your family like??” I asked.

“Our dad works in the computer business, and our mom works together with a …
company in Europe. We’re the only kids in the family and our mom and dad are
still living with each other, even though they hate each other. That’s because of
grandma.” Mick answered, and then took a bite of his sandwich.

“What do you mean??” I asked.

“Well, our parent’s parents we’re friends with each other, so when they
mentioned that they both had single kids, they thought it would be a great idea
of getting them married. So they did. Our parents didn’t think it was such a big
deal then, but now… “He shuddered in disgust.

“And our grandma is really stubborn. All French people seem to be.” Rick
continued.

“French?” I asked, sounding like an idiot who’s never heard of the country.

“Yeah, didn’t we tell you?? Our dad is French and our mom is half French, half
American.” Rick said, and I felt how my chin dropped to the floor.

“So…do you guys speak the language??”

“French? Or course! We we’re practically forced to learn it by our parents. But

when we started to study another language in school, we weren’t allowed to
study it since we already knew it, so our mom made us study Italian.”

“Wow…” I mumbled under my breath, stunned by their ability to learn. Rick, who
was at my math class, sure had some skills in that department, and I’m sure his
brother is as talented as him.

“Rick, remember the other day when we we’re going to eat dinner, and then you
got that French accent out of nowhere??” Mick asked with a grin, and Rick
laughed.

“Yeah, that was pretty strange…I have no idea where that came from.”

“So, why did you move here??” I continued, dropping the subject.

“Well, it was work related; we didn’t get so many details from our parents. All
they did was cussing and telling us to pack our things. Ah, family moments…”
Rick said sarcastically and smiled.

“Where do you live then??”

“We bought a house in the edge of town.” He continued. “Mom didn’t want to live
in the center of town where it’s so lively; she rather prefers quiet places. You just
follow the highway a few miles until there’s an exit.” He explained. That
reminded me that I had to take Alice’s car home today…ugh, why did I have to
ride with Edward today??

When I thought of all of this, I suddenly remembered the first time I met…well,
when I met someone of them. And as I did, a question bubbled to my lips.

“Why did you start to talk to me??”I asked, and as soon as my question was out,
they stared at me with deep frowns on their faces. “What I mean is, of all the
people in this school, you decided to talk to me. I just wondered why; I mean,
there’s absolute nothing special about me.” I said with a laugh.

“You’re wrong.” Rick said.

“You are special, that’s why we decided to talk with you.” Mick finished, and they
stared at me. I suddenly regretted for asking such a stupid question, and drank
some soda to decrease the dryness in my throat.

“Anyways,” Mick said, changing the subject.”What is your deal with this Smith?? I
mean, if you’re not girlfriend and boyfriend, what is your relationship??” he
asked, and suddenly my throat was ten thousand times dryer then it had been a
second ago. Both of them stared at me, expecting an answer, as I gulped down
the last of my soda in a lost attempt of losing the dry feeling.

The bell rang its warning, and I quickly rose from my seat.

“Oh, time to go. I’ll see you guy’s later, okay? Bye!”I quickly made my escape
towards the exit, leaving my tray on the way out, and walked away to biology.
Saved by the bell; so cliché, but oh so true.

*After school*

Biology had been a lonely and boring place without Edward. We we’re working
with cells and lots of other stuff, and Mike sat beside me, talking through the
whole lesson. I tried to listen in the beginning, just to be a little bit nice, but after
a few minutes it became impossible. His babbling continued nonstop through the
whole lesson. Either Rick or Mick was in this lesson, which made me a little bit
soothed. Here they couldn’t investigate more about me and Smith.

P.E. went as usual. In other words; I successfully almost killed everyone with my
clumsiness.

I walked out to the rainy parking lot with my bag thrown over my shoulder, when
suddenly somebody ambushed me from my left and pushed me against the wall
of the gymnasium.

“We will grant your release if you fulfill our wish.” Rick and Mick said in unison
and stared at me with hopeful eyes.

“Hey! Let me go!” I complained, hoping that they would release me soon so the
rain wouldn’t make me even wetter.
“No-uh, you have to agree before we release you.” Rick (I think) said, and
grinned evilly. I sighed in defeat and cussed in my head.

“Fine, I agree to fulfill your stupid wish, now let me go!” I said, knowing I would
regret this in the future. They both smiled, and then released me.

“That’s a good girl.” Mick said and patted my shoulder. I started to walk over to
Alice’s car, and asked them on the way there.

“So, what is this wish you want me to fulfill??” I asked with a sigh and looked at
them. They smiled and placed their arms around my shoulders and then
answered at the same time.

“We want you to come to our house for dinner.” Their wish didn’t make any
sense in my ears, and waited for the ‘haha, I was joking’. But when it didn’t come
I realized they were serious, and I frowned in confusion.

“Why?” I asked them, and began to look for the car key in my bag, since we
we’re standing by the cars.

“So we can get to know you better, silly.” Rick joked, and then let go of me.

“Well…alright.” I agreed, not seeing why this was a bad idea. I mean, it was just
dinner at their place; how bad could it be??

“Terrific! Come here, I’ll drive you.” Mick said, and started to walk away to his
car, and away from Alice’s.

“Hey, wait a minute! What about my car??” I asked, and Rick sighed.

“Here, give me the keys and I’ll drive It.” he said, and I frowned at his strange
demand.

“No, I won’t give you my car keys.” I said and clenched my fist with the key in.

“Oh, come on! It’s not like I’ll snatch it! Besides, you don’t know the way.” He
said, and I groaned.

“Fine, but then if you make as much as a scratch on it, you’re dead.” I told him
seriously and gave him the key. Alice would kill us both is anything happened to
that car…

I made my way the yellow Porsche, which had a lot of spectators around it. I
squeezed my way to the passenger seat, and got in. Rick did the same, and
began to drive. Slowly behind us was a small black car, and behind the wheel was
Mick. He waved to us, and I chuckled. Rick turned on some music, and I leaned
backwards in the comfortable car seat.

“So, what’s you and Smith’s deal?? You didn’t answer us before.”Rick asked
suddenly, and my previous relaxed body became tense. I swallowed quietly
before answering, and hoped he couldn’t hear the lie.
“Nothing. He’s just strange. Didn’t you notice??” I asked, and then laughed; a
nervous and shaky sound that sounded anything but happy.

“Yeah…” he trailed off, obviously not believing me.

I decided to let the subject drop, and began to listen to the music instead. The
car ride stayed quiet and awkward, until Rick spoke.

“We’re here.” He told me, and stopped the car. Behind us Mick stopped his car as
well, and we all stepped outside into the drizzling rain. And then I saw the house.

“Oh my god…”