A Pair of Whitlocks

Chapter one

I don't own Twilight, just my plot line.

Bella POV         

     The sun was bright and hot on this morning in Huston, Texas. A light breeze kicked up the dust, pushing it into the air. I was brushing my black and white horse named Smoke, getting out all of the dirt and twigs that I could after our ride.

My brown hair was held in a ponytail, and my hourglass shaped body covered in a ankle length dress, that was white from under the bust up, and salmon from under the bust down. About 2/3 the way down was a ruffle with two splitting away from it, along with black teardrop designs. In a U-shape from under my bust to my shoulders was black lace. My feet donned in black flats.

My thoughts kept wandering to my twin brother, Jasper. He went off to war two years ago and I haven't seen him since. He usually writes every few days, but hasn't for about a week. He went off to war in 1861, and now it's '63, a week since our 19th birthday to be exact.

I sighed heavily and put the brush down.

I left Shadow's stable and went inside to clean up, wanting to get the dirt and sticks out of my own hair. I also wanted to wash my face to get the dirt and grime off of it, didn't want to be caught looking improper now, did I? Note the sarcasm?

When I walked out of my bedroom, I saw that my father had a man over. They were conversing in the living room, I knew what was about to happen when he looked up at me.

"Ah, Isabella, there you are. I have someone I want you to meet." he started.

I raised an eyebrow and sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. The boy next to my father smirked at that, but tried to hide it.

"This is Peter Jackson, he is new in town and moved into the house that Mr. and Mrs. Wiggins just moved out of, down the way."

Hmmm, not that far away then, I thought and allowed myself to look over him. He had short, cropped silver-blonde hair, that stopped right above his ears, and looked windswept. I could see myself running my hands through it and...hitting the brakes on that thought.

His eyes were an amber brown color, and were a hooded shape. I felt like getting lost in them.

He had completely kissable lips, in which his lower lip was a little bigger than his top one. They looked really soft too. I wouldn't mind finding out. I bet he was a good kisser also, I wonder what else he was probably good at.

His nose was straight with one little bump near the end, it was cute.

He had broad shoulders, and he was lean and toned. He wasn't to muscular, but it was just enough to make the girls swoon, myself included. I could make a good guess and say that he had a 6-pack under that shirt, and I wanted to find out by running my fingers over his stomach.

I literally had to stop myself from going any further down than his hips, or I would get lost in fantasization.

I flicked my eyes back up to see that he was smirking at me with a damn sexy smirk, and my father was looking at me with an eyebrow raised. I immediately blushed crimson.

"Uhm, what?" I squeaked out, knowing I had missed something. Peter and my father both chuckled, well, my father was little bit pink himself at catching his daughter checking out someone.

Surprisingly, it wasn't my father that spoke up, it was Peter, and damn was his voice about as nice as his body.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner with me sometime, get to know you so i'm not completely alone in this town." he asked, and I nodded before asking him when.