I have to share a little story with you.
One day not long ago, I had someone say something to me that was down right mean.
I was quite upset about it and I wanted to crawl in a hole and never come out. My friend Kim Rathbone helped me to see that just because someone says something ugly about you, doesn't make it true.
This fiction is dedicated to my friend Kim Rathbone, and her "monkey", thank you for being there when I needed a friend
COMPLETELY CLUELESS by Mathisson
I love my house. I love my neighborhood and my neighbors. I know that's a crazy way to introduce myself, but I feel it's important to start with something positive. I try to remain positive about most things in my life. No need getting droopy about the bad things, it certainly won't change them.
I'm blessed; I have good health, amazing friends, and as I said before, I love my house.
My name is Isabella, but I prefer just Bella. At twenty-four, I'm fortunate to I live alone without any annoying roommates, and on the most amazing street in Seattle, Washington.
I say my street is amazing because most of the people that live here are amazing, with one exception, but we'll talk about them a little later.
Let me give you a little background on me before we get to the people on my street. Like I said earlier, I'm twenty-four and I graduated from the University of Washington with a degree in accounting. I grew up in a tiny, wonderful town in the middle of nowhere called Forks. Haven't heard of it you say? That's okay, not many have.
My dad is the police chief and has been my entire life. My mother teaches first grade at the only elementary school. They've been happily married for twenty-five years.
Growing up as the police chief's daughter had it advantages and disadvantages. Advantage, no one picked on me. Disadvantage, no boy wanted to date me.
I'm a people watcher; this came about as I watched my girlfriends chase the boys at our school. I learned quickly that most boys will say anything to get a girl to like them and eventually sleep with them. I found this out during college, as my roommate was quite popular if you get my meaning.
That kind of activity never interested me. I want someone who's honestly after me for me and not what I can give them. So here I am, never having had a boyfriend and not really in the market.
Now, I don't want you to think I'm against men; on the contrary. I love to look at a handsome man just as much as the next girl. The problem is, they don't look back at me
I'm not bitter about it, though, so don't think that. I know that men look for certain things in women; pretty face, rocking body, blonde hair, and big breasts. All things I don't have. I'm a little on the short side, five-foot-two, my hair and eyes are brown, and my body is nothing to brag about. I'm pretty ordinary, actually.
Enough about what I'm not, that's the negative I don't dwell on, can't change it...moving on.
When I was a year away from graduating college, my aunt Sue passed away. She left me all of her assets. I contacted a financial planner who helped me to invest the money. No, I won't tell you exactly how much, I don't want you to judge me because I may or may not have money. Let's just say she was generous.
Once I finished college, I got a really nice job working for a major accounting firm, Jenkins and Associates. The part I love the most about my job is that I get to travel to some of our clients' homes and businesses, not just sit behind a desk all day.
Once I got my job, I hired a contractor and had my home built. I was driving to one of my clients' homes and I passed by the street I now live on and fell in love. My house was the second one built, and I made certain to buy three lots of land so that I'd have plenty of room between my house and my neighbor's.
Since I told you that I love my neighbors, let me tell you about them. To my right is Alice Brandon. She owns a bakery here in town and makes the most amazing red velvet cupcake you've ever tasted. She's single and she always seems to have a different date on the weekends. She says she gets asked out nearly every day by men that come into her shop. She says she hasn't met the man she's going to marry yet so she keeps trying.
Alice is very energetic; I imagine it's all the sugar she consumes at the bakery, although you can't tell by looking at her as she's thin and very pretty.
To my left is Rosalie Masen. Can we say beautiful? When you look in the dictionary for the word beautiful, you'll find a picture of her. She has what every guy wants; blonde hair, big breasts, graceful height, and legs that go on for days. She was seeing this guy, Royce, but he turned out to be a really big scumbag as he was married. Rose doesn't have to worry about being alone as she's like Alice and gets asked out a lot.
At the end of our cul-de-sac are the Newton's, Mike and Jessica. Mike owns a sporting goods store and does quite well for himself. Jessica, she stays at home and does…well, I'm not sure what she does as she has a cook, a housekeeper, and a really hot gardener.
Mike thinks he's Rico Suave, with his tight shirts that show his miniscule biceps and his beer belly. He's disgusting and he tried to do inappropriate things to me at the first neighborhood cookout we had. Jessica doesn't seem to mind that he's a disgusting pig as long as the money keeps coming in and their gardener stays on staff. Actually, she has no problem flirting with any man that's in the room, married or not.
Speaking of our first cookout, oh god, that was the first time I met him. Rose's brother, Edward.
Edward Masen…yum. Just saying his name causes angels to sing. The first time I met him, I nearly had a heart attack. No matter what the conditions, he always looks like he jumped off the cover of GQ. He's tall, over six feet, with flawless skin, a blinding smile, and he has the most vivid green eyes. But the best part is that he's a genuinely great guy.
I'll forever be in love with him, although I'd never ever tell a single soul. You see Edward is going to make an incredible father and loving husband for some lucky girl. He's just that wonderful. He's caring and sweet, not to mention rich…oh, my god, does that man have money. I know because I do his personal accounting.
I'd love nothing more than for Edward to profess that he's madly in love with me and whisk me off my feet, but I live in the real world. The woman he finally settles down with had better thank her lucky stars as he'll produce purely angelic children.
Come to think of it, I've never seen him with any girls. I mean he has to date, that would be a pure waste for him not to. Rose assures me he's straight, but I simply can't recall him ever having a date in the six months I've known him. That's really odd...