A/N: So this is my second story. I know it's not to original but I love stories where Bella and Edward were friends before lovers, so I just had to give it a shot.

I do have some more chapters already written. I will post those for sure, but if no one reviews, I will not continue the story from there.

Summary: Bella and Edward are best friends before Edward moves. Six years later Bella and a faintly familiar bronze haired god go on a date. What do they do when they figure out who each other actually is?

I am just going to a put a general disclaimer for the entire story because I don't really want to have to keep writing it over and over again.

I DO NO OWN TWILIGHT. THE WONDERFUL STEPHENIE MEYER DOES.

Clothes carpeted my room, posters dressed the walls, old toys were having a party with the dust bunnies under my bed, memories were splattered everywhere. I was not ready to say good-bye.

Unfortunately, I had to. Next week I would be off to college, leaving everything behind.

I sat there on my floor, sorting things out into two piles. Pile one was my 'taking to college' pile, which mostly consisted of my clothes and pictures of me and my friends during high school. Pile two was filled of things that were staying behind. In this pile there were my knick-knacks and other useless stuff that have been collecting dust over the years.

When I could finally see the floor of my room (which turned out to be wood, not carpet), I decided to clean out under my bed. I hadn't seen the under of my bed since I was convinced there were monsters under living there. I didn't believe monsters were under there any more, I just haven't found the need to look there since.

Under my bed was cluttered with dust and things I hadn't seen in years. I looked around and started pulling things out. After dusting the items off, they became recognizable. A Barbie doll, stuffed animals, pillows; things I haven't seen in 10 years.

My hand then reached a big hardcover book. I quickly pulled this out; the shape of the object was unfamiliar. After wiping off all the dust from the cover, I discovered that it was a scrapbook.

A scrapbook? I didn't remember ever making a scrapbook, let alone having one. Maybe Renee accidentally left it here when she left all those years ago. She probably had a scrapbooking fetish when I was younger. Curious to what was in the book, I opened it.

On the front page there was a picture of two kids, both looking around 12 years old. The girl had wavy brown hair and the boy had messy auburn hair. They were sitting together on a beach and smiling at the camera. It was like a picture that you would see on a postcard. Under the picture said the words 'Best Friends'.

I stared at the picture and smiled. I remember this picture being taken. The girl was me and the boy was my childhood friend, Edward Masen. Our parents took us to the beach that day, something that we had been wanting to do all summer. We both were so happy at the time, my mom wanted to take a picture before it went away. She seemed to know that something bad was going to happen that day.

--FLASH BLACK—

Edward and I sat on the couch, waiting to hear the good news that his parents said they had.

We had just got back from an amazing day at the beach. Edward and I played in the waves all day. The water was a perfect temperature; something that was rare for the rainy town of Forks. I didn't think that it was possible for me to get any happier.

Edward's parents stood facing us with timid smiles on their faces. My parents stood next to them with similar expressions. It was almost like they were forcing themselves to be happy. We waited for them to begin.

"Edward, your dad was just offered a great job at a well-known law firm in Chicago. We are going to move there," Edward's mom, Elizabeth, said. I felt my jaw drop and Edward stiffen next to me. We were both clearly shocked and not in a good way.

Quickly after seeing our faces Elizabeth said, "We are moving to Chicago, the big city, isn't that exciting?" She knew that Edward wouldn't take this very well, but I could tell she was still hoping.

My parents had smiles on there faces, perhaps trying to encourage us that it was a good thing. I think they realized that nobody liked the fact of the Masens moving, not even the Masens themselves. Nobody wanted to be separated from their best friends.

"Why can't we just stay in Forks? What's wrong with his job here?" he asked.

"This job is much better than my current one, it makes more money and gives us more opportunities," Edward's father, Edward Sr. said.

"Who cares about making more money? We are doing fine here!" Edward yelled.

"Edward, honey," my mom, Renee, said, "aren't you happy for your dad?"

"No," he said bitterly.

"Why Edward? The city must be more exciting than this little town," my dad, Charlie said.

"It can't be when Bella is still here," he replied. His comment made me really happy despite the sadness that was forcing its way through. It meant a lot to me that I was the reason he didn't want to move. A small smile made its way onto my lips before my previous frown pushed it off.

"I'm sorry Edward, but we are moving," Elizabeth said in a tone I never heard her used before. It was almost like a 'throw all the tantrums you want, but I'm not changing my mind' tone.

"Can't he just come and live with us?" I asked turning to my parents.

"As much as we would love for Edward to, he needs go with his parents," Renee said.

"Please?" I begged.

"No, Bella," Renee said in a tone very close to Elizabeth's.

Edward couldn't be moving. I had known Edward since we were toddlers and have been inseparable since. Losing Edward was like losing a part of me.

I started to feel tears running down my cheeks and before I knew it I was sobbing uncontrollably. Two long arms wrapped around me pulled me into his chest.

--END FLASH BACK—

Although we had a great time at the beach that day, it turned out to be one of the worst days of my life.

By the time summer ended, Edward was in Chicago and I was entering middle school without my best friend. We promised that we would write and call each other at least once a week, but as school progressed the emails and calls became less and less until they were completely forgotten.

I looked through the rest of the book. It was filled of pictures of Edward and me together since we knew each other. There were pictures of me blowing out the candles on my birthday cake when I was 8 years old, Edward standing next to me and cheering. There was one of Edward and me ice skating on the pond by his house. Each picture brought back more memories of the fun we had together.

Suddenly I felt extremely guilty. I guess it was kind of both of our faults that we lost touch with each other, but I had completely forgotten about Edward since we lost contact. Some best friend I am.

You couldn't blame me for forgetting though. Once the school year I made really good friends with a girl name Alice Brandon. When Edward moved, she was able to fill the hole that I felt. Alice was a very active girl and even I had trouble keeping up. Between her and homework, I completely forgot about him. Okay, that is the lamest excuse ever; there was no excusable reason to why I had forgotten my best friend.

But Edward must have forgotten too. He didn't call, he didn't write, not that I blamed him seeing as I did the same thing. Realizing this, it made me feel a little better.

While wondering what had happen to Edward and what he was doing now, my cell phone ringed.

I set down the book and got up to get my phone that was on top of my desk. I looked at the caller ID. Alice. I picked up my phone.

"Hey Alice," I said into the phone

"Hi Bella, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall with me?" Alice asked in her usual cheery voice.

"Alice," I whined.

"Please?" I could picture her puppy-dog face in my head.

"Ugh. Fine."

"Thank you! I'll pick you up in 15 minutes. Bye!"

"Bye, Alice," I sighed into the phone. She knows how much I hate shopping, yet she still manages to drag me to the mall with her.

I walked back over to the scrapbook. I picked it up and slid my hand across its cover. I placed it on my bed and walked out the door.

I walked into the living room where Charlie was. He, of course, was watching a sports game on the TV. I worried for him at times. After he and Renee divorced (a year after Edward moved, I remembered), Charlie didn't do much except watch TV and go fishing with his friends from La Push.

"Hey, Dad, I am going to take a break from packing and go to the mall with Alice. Is that okay?" I hated asking for permission but seeing as I am still living here, I felt the need to.

"Sure Bells, have fun," he said without looking away from the TV. Now I was really worried.

"Dad, why don't you go down to Billy's?" He needed to get out of the house.

"You know what? I think I will. I will see you later Bella," He said after turning off the TV and getting up. He walked up to me, kissed my cheek and left. Just as he walked out of the house, a car horn honked.

I ran upstairs to my room to grab wallet. I hurried back downstairs and out the door to climb in the front seat of Alice's car.

And Edward was quickly forgotten again.

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