A/N: Hi everyone. Oh yes, feel free to yell at me for starting another story while I'm trying to write two. I know, I'm a loon.

I'll update when I can...

This will be one heck of a ride.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.


(Edward POV)

I stretch and slowly open my eyes, letting the light casting in through my windows blind me momentarily. Carefully, so I don't get a damn headrush since I hate those buggers, I sit up and look around my room. My eyes zero in on the picture hanging beside my flat screen. Yeah, so what, I'm a guy and I have a framed photograph in my room. No, it's not of a truck, or of some girl in a bikini. It's of something far, far better.

Bella.

And, well me. But mostly her.

I smile looking at the picture. My arms around her shoulders and she casually leans against me. The sun is shining making her hair have that lovely reddish tint to it, and making my look even more bronze. Her long hair sweeps past her shoulders in loose curls that I recall tangling my fingers in on rare occasions.

We're both wearing shorts; mine are khakis and hers are jean. I'm wearing a deep grey t-shirt with a hole at the bottom while Bella wears a blue laced tank top.

Bella, being Bella Swan, being my best friend, and - quite embarrassingly I must say - the only girl I've ever really crushed on this hard. I mean, it's been... well since I was fourteen and started puberty until now. I'm turning eighteen in a couple months. Yeah, that's how deep I'm in.

Of course she doesn't know. It'd be a complete idiot to ruin our friendship like that, would I not? I keep telling myself it's just a crush, but when I see her in person, I know it's more. The fact that I couldn't stand Seth Clearwater taking her to homecoming just adds to it all. But that night has come and gone.

Anyways, where should I start? From the beginning?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Note the sarcasm.

Bella and I were kind of 'joined at the hip' since second grade. First grade I was too shy to talk to anyone, but when Bella transferred to Thomas Elementary, she walked right over and kissed me on the cheek the very first day she came to class. That's all that happened during first grade and by second grade, I had to step up.

It was at recess on the first day of second grade. I don't remember it crystal clear, but I remember enough.

"Hi." I walk over to her at the sand pit during recess. She's sitting all alone on her bum with toying in the sand with a stick.

"Hello." She doesn't look up. I think I see her cheeks go a little red though.

"Bella," I sit beside her. "How're you likin' second grade?"

She just shrugs.

"Do you like this school?"

Another shrug from her.

I huff and narrow my already bushy eyebrows. Second grade and I already have catipillars living on my forehead. Yuck. "Where is your friends?" I lost a tooth recently, making me sound like a wimp as I spoke and my lisp was even more noticeable.

"I don't know." She drops the stick, but still doesn't look at me. "I don't have many."

I lift my chin up high. " I can be your friend!"

She looks over at me. "Okay?"

"Okay." I grab the stick she dropped. "You kissed me las' year."

Her eyes widen, I can tell by looking at the side of her face. "Sorry." She mutters.

"I don't care. I just hoped you woulda talked to me after that."

Okay, so it's a slow story and I won't go into too much detail. You get the point. We became 'two peas in a pod' or 'Batman and Robin' whatever termology you want to use. The town, Forks, was small and the schools didn't have that many students. You knew everyone and everyone knew you.

Everyone knew Bella and I were closer than Shaggy and Scooby. It's just how we always were and always will be.

But when it came to the point where I couldn't really stand her being out of my prescene and worrying that in the near future she'll just be gone, I knew that I was looking at her a little different than I would Scooby.

By the time my eighteenth birthday rolls around I want to make some sort of move. I want to see if she's interested. My brother, Emmett, always nudges me to approach her directly. He seems to think he's my fairy Godmother sometimes.

The thought alone makes me shudder.

But I will, I made a bet with him and with myself. By my eighteenth birthday...

I suck in air greedily just thinking about it. The nerves flow through me like waves. I almost laugh to myself at how ridiculous I am being. Bella and I are... inseparable, I'm being an idiot. I can tell her, I know I can.

As Shakespeare said, "Boldness be my friend." Well, I sure hope Will is fine with Boldness being a mutual friend of ours.

I roll out of bed, and when I say roll, I literally mean roll. Off the bed and onto my hands and knees, I'm suddenly on the floor.

Like a damn cat.

Me-fucking-ow.

I get up and stand straight, walking over to the mirror. I only wear boxers to bed because adding another article of clothing just seems to goddamn tricky. It's not like anyone see's me past eleven at night anyways. I'm not a partier.

Speaking of parties, last night Newton hosted a big get together. To sum it up, he has a huge ass house with a huge ass pool all because his parents have a huge ass wallet. Now, I don't know what possessed Bella to go, but she went. I decided to stay home and finish my bio project due next week. I started it last night.

I procrastinate, but you probably knew that since I've been having this 'hunk of burning love' obsession with my best friend for the past... three years?

I wonder what time she came in from the party. She said she'd be no longer than eleven in case I wanted to call her. We usually text every night and it's not the same if we don't. I texted her though, at ten forty-five and I never got a reply. I woke up at one in the morning, then two, then four thirty to check if I ever got a reply and I didn't.

So, just like my usual Saturday mornings, I'm going to her house with a earl grey tea with two sugars and a scone on the side. Just how she likes it. I prefer a black coffee and a blueberry muffin, but hey, we're all different.

I get changed as quick as I can in my half asleep mode and toss my hair around to try to make it neat. No prevail. I run down stairs, grab my keys and wallet, kiss my mom's cheek goodbye and rush to my sweet, sweet Volvo.

"Hello precious." I murmur as I place the keys in the ignition.


A/N: Okay, chapter one is finished. Are you sticking with me? Please do.

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