DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight. SM does that.

AN- THE CHAPTER IS THE SAME. I JUST DELET FEW DESCRIPTIONS WHICH WERE INAPPROPRIATE FOR T RATING.

CHAPTER 1

BPOV

This Friday morning, the first thing I noticed was a horrible smell coming from downstairs.

What the hell?! It stinks like rotting dead bod! I thought.

I was still trying to figure out the smell when I heard my mom calling me "Bella, honey, breakfast is ready." I groaned.

Well, that had to be the reason of the horrible stench. My mom and Breakfast were not a great combination.

My mom, Renee, was an imaginative cook and her experiments were not always edible. Once she actually made anchovy syrup with mushroom pancakes! It was the reason I had learned to cook when I was only ten.

I really didn't want to go through that again. I sent Edward a quick massage.

Mom's crazy coming out save me – Isa.

When he didn't respond right away, I checked the time to saw that it was only six. He had to be sleeping. I felt guilty for interrupting his sleep.

Just then, my phone chimed in an incoming message.

Your knight in shiny silver Volvo will be there in a moment My Lady…EDDIE

I chuckled quietly at his antic. Your knight in Shiny Silver Volvo! Really?!

Edward or Eddie, as I used to call him, was my best friend of 17 years and boyfriend of 4 years. We had known each other since we were only one year old and we had been pretty much inseparable since then.

When I was only one, my parents had gotten divorced. My mom had escaped my gloomy birth town named Forks with me and we had come to live here in Jacksonville. My mom, being the outgoing one, had formed a friendship with Edward's mom, Aunt Elizabeth. So, by default, Edward and I had towed along and become best friends.

When we were 13 Edward had asked me out. Since, I could never say no to him and – there was this tiny bit fact that I had always found him attractive – I agreed. After six months of dating, on his fourteenth birthday Edward officially asked me to be his girlfriend – in front of our parents! I, being the sucker for Edward (No pun intended) said yes with only one condition that he would never stop being my best friend. He was more than willing to agree to that.

We will always be each other's best friend, no matter what.

"Bella" she called again.

"Coming, give me a minute to freshen up." I quickly answered before, she actually bragged into my room. I wouldn't put it past her. Patience was not one of her many talents.

-MF&LE-

While brushing my teeth, I looked my reflection in mirror. I was just average looking with plain brown eyes and hair. My skin was too pale to consider normal, even though I had spent my whole life in The Sunshine State. But he was supposed to tell me that after all he was my boyfriend.

And, Edward was anything but average. He had the most beautiful emerald green eyes, framed by thick eyelashes, prettiest shade of bronze hair, straight nose, angular jaw, high cheek bone, soft lips, beautiful crooked smile, broad shoulder, hard muscular chest, well defined six-pack...

I shook my head to clear my thought before I actually started to drool. Trying to not think about Edward's body (and what I could do to the said body), I went to take a shower.

As hot water cascade down my body and clearing my head a little in process, I realized it wasn't just physically we were so out of league. Our personalities were also completely different.

I was shy, often socially awkward. I was a good student but never the top of class. I was not an athlete or musical or artistic or anything to brag on. There was nothing special about me.

But Edward, He was smart, funny, caring, sometime a little crazy but responsible. He always handled himself with grace and confidence. He had been the top of class since elementary school. He was also a good painter and piano player.

He was everything I wasn't.

But, for some unfathomable reason he loved me. I knew he did. I had never doubted that. We might be so different from each other but we knew each other better than anyone.

And, I knew in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him – unconditionally and irrevocably.

When I was done with shower, I wrapped a towel around me and blow-dry my hair (not so eager to go down stair). After my hair was completely dry I went to my room and decided to kill some time by getting dressed up. That didn't take as much time as I would have liked, since I didn't do any make-up. I hated make-up.

I usually preferred shorts but today I opted to wear one of my few skirts and my favorite sleeveless, white top. The blouse had a wide V-neck and tight fitted. I usually liked my hair down (so, did Edward!) but today I pulled it back in a high ponytail, since it was pretty hot out here in June. My only jewelries were a pair of dangle earring and the heart shaped locket which held a tiny photo of him and on opposite side inscription of our initials.

The locket was a gift from Edward on our second Valentine's Day as a couple – the day he said he was in love with me for the first time. I never took it off. It was actually only half part of the locket; the other half Edward always wore around his neck, which held a tiny photo of me and our initials. These two joined to make a complete heart.

"

Two halves of a whole- just like us" He had said.

-MF&LE-

After I had stalled as much as I could, I slowly went down the stairs – already dreading what was to come.

And, sure enough, the horrible stench grew more pronounced near the kitchen. I noticed that Phil was already siting on a dining chair with a grimace on his face.

He was famous baseball player. Three years ago Phil had come to live across the street from Edward and met my mom in Masen's New Year party. They had instantly hit it off, even though he was few years younger than mom, and last September they got married. Phil had always been nice to me, but he was more my mom's husband than my stepfather.

But that was not what made me stop on my track. In front of him, placed on the table, plates of what looks like mud pancakes and completely black bacon. My eyes widened in horror at the sight.

I picked one of the mud pancakes, noticing it was the source of the smell, and asked with dread, "What is it?"

"It's a chicken pancake" Mom answered me. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and placed it back in the plate. Chicken pancakes! Gross!

"Since you like chicken I thought you would like it." She explained to me.

"All right what's going on? Why are you trying to butter me up?" I couldn't take the suspense any more.

I hope she wasn't planning on doing something crazy. My mom always came up with crazy ideas.

She looked a lot like me except her blue eyes and red hair. But that was where our similarities ended. While I was the responsible adult, she always had been harebrained and reckless child. She was a kindergarten teacher, but she could be more immature than her students. I had spent my whole life taking care of her, guiding her. It was good thing Phil seemed to be a pro at handling her.

"Why don't you take a sit? We can talk over the breakfast." She told me, stalling.

I cringed at the word breakfast, but Phil shot me a pleading look. So, I sighed and did as she had said.

She placed a mud…I mean a chicken pancake on each our plates and took a sit near Phil.

"Well?" I asked not touching the pancake.

"We have something to tell you." She trailed off looking at Phil, then at me. I raised my eyebrow and told her to continue. "Phil is going on a trip tomorrow." she bit her lower lip and looked down, looking ashamed.

I was confused. There was nothing new about that. He always traveled a lot. Unless...

"You want to go with him." I concluded, finally getting the mystery.

"Yes, but I don't want to leave you alone." she answered looking troubled.

I rolled my eyes. "Mom I'll be fine. I have Edward and Aunt Elizabeth."

"So, you don't mind?" she asked, looking hopeful.

"Don't worry about me, mom. You go have fun with Phil"

"Thank you, Honey. I was so worried." She said. She looked so relieved that I couldn't help but chuckled.

"Will you guys be back for Edward's birthday. It's after two week." The last bit of information was for mom's benefit.

"Yes, we will be back then .We will be gone for a week only. Now, eat your breakfast." I tried not to grimace.

Just then the calling bell rang.

He really was my knight in shiny silver Volvo!

"That must be Edward. I have to go. "

"But, honey, you still have one hour before school?"

I tried to come up with an excuse, "Well…uh ... you see today is the last day of us as a junior. So…We are going to school early… to enjoy it while it last." I internally groaned at my horrible lying skill. Phil tried to hide his laugh with a cough.

"See you later" I quickly grabbed my bag and ran before she asked for any further explanation.

-MF&LE-

I wrenched the door open, ridiculously eager to escape mom's cocking and, if I was being honest, to see him.

And, there he stood – my personal miracle – looking perfect as always.

As soon as I open the door his beautiful face scrunched up. "God! What is this nasty smell?" He asked plugging his nose in between his thumb and pointer finger.

"Chicken pancakes" I deadpanned.

His eyes became wide as soccer ball, before he shook his head, chuckling "You were right. This is crazy."

"Talk about it." I snorted and walked to car.

He shook his head, again, before opening the passenger door for me. He liked to do this kind of thing. He could be such a gentleman, sometime.

He went around to driver side and handed me a bag. Curiously, I looked inside the bag and instantly, fell in love with him some more!

He has brought me chocolate chips waffle!

"Thank you! You're the best friend and best boyfriend in the world. I love you, Eddie." I reached over and placed a quick kiss on his lips, before devouring my waffles.

He chuckled at my enthusiasm, pleased that he made me happy. "Well, I thought you are going to need something to lift your mood after your mom's recent cooking adventure. And what can be better than chocolate chips waffle?" He knew about my mom's cooking skills too. He had been a victim to it many times.

"You are right." I mumbled after taking a large bite of one waffle. It was perfect with extra chocolate chips and butter, just the way I like it. I instantly knew that he had made it himself.

Edward had also learned cooking with me, even though they had a cook and his mom was an amazing cook. Once I asked him the reason.

"Isa, if you going to take care of your mom, there have to be someone to take care of you." he had told me, as if it was the simplest fact in the world.

And, he did take care of me, in every way possible.

He turned on the CD player, before starting the car. Soon, the soft music of Clair De Lune filled the car. It was our favorite song. It was something we both had in common; we both liked classic music and books. That and we both could be very stubborn.

I was on my second waffle when I happened to notice the speedometer of the car. "Good Lord, why are you always in such a hurry? Slow down." I shouted

"Relax, Isa." He rolled his eyes, still not slowing.

"Are you trying to get us killed?"

"We are not going to crash." He turned to smile crookedly at me.

"Keep your eyes on the road." I fumed "Charlie is a cop, remember? I was raised to obey traffic law."

He rolled his eyes again, but this time slowed down. "Happy?" he sighed.

"Almost" He was still going at eighty miles per hour.

"Just wait until I make my own car. It's going to be the fastest car in the world" He announced proudly.

Cars and speed were something Edward really loved. He even had his own garage at home, where he could spend hours tinkering with car engines.

It was his dream to be a mechanical engineer and make fastest car in the world, which, I know, he will. He was the smartest and the most stubborn person I've ever meet. If he had decided he would make fastest car, then he would!

"I will see your car if you don't get us killed with your lunatic driving." I informed him. He just rolled his eyes but didn't say anything

"By the way, I have some news." I said breaking the silence after few seconds.

"Shoot."

"Phil, going on a trip for a week and Mom is going with him this time."

"That means you will be all alone?" He frowned.

"I will be fine, Edward."

"I don't like it. Why don't you come and live with us for the week?"

"That's unnecessary. Did you forget that I live just across the street, now?"

"Still, what's the problem in staying with us? It's not like you have never stayed in our home." He was right. I had, probably, spent more time in his home than my own. I even had half of his closet for me.

Then he got a mischievous look in his eyes. "Or, are you afraid to share a bed with me, Isa?" He asked wiggling his eyebrow suggestively.

I blushed at the way he emphasized on the words 'share a bed' "Fine I'll stay in your house, but you have to ask your mom." I mumbled

"Like, she is going to say no!" He quipped "I swear, sometime, she loves you more than she loves me."

I rolled my eyes; as if there is anything she loves more than him! But, I smiled anyway. Because Aunt Elizabeth always treated me like her own child. And, the truth was she was more of a mother to me than Renee. She had always been there for me, when my own mom couldn't. When I got sick as a child she would take care of me staying up all night, because my reckless scattered brained mom couldn't. When mom went to her job, she would look after me. So, even though I loved my mom like crazy, I was closer to her than mom.

"So, are you excited for the summer?" I asked to change the subject.

"Yes, except for the part where you have to leave me" a frown marred his beautiful face.

I hated that part of the summer too .Every summer I had to spend one month in Forks with my father until I was fourteen. That was the year I finally put my foot down; these past three summers my dad, Chief Charlie Swan, vacationed with me in California for two weeks instead. Still, two week away from him felt like an eternity.

I hated Forks. I hated the constant rain and the small town mentality. More so I hated it because it had kept me away from Edward.

"Edward…."

"I know. I know .He is your father so you have to go and two week is better than a month. It doesn't mean I've to like it."

"It's not like I like it." I whispered

"I know" he whispered just as softly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

Rest of the drive was silent. But the silence is not an uncomfortable one. With Edward things were never awkward or uncomfortable. Everything was easy and natural. As if, I was born to be with him, to love him.

-MF&LE-

Since we had left early and with his insane driving we arrived at school 40 minute before first class started.

After killing the engine he turned to me and gave me another mischievous look "I like your top, by the way. Though..." he trailed off blatantly staring at my chest. Before saying "I think you will look more beautiful without it."

My whole face flamed instantly. "Lair" I mumbled, blushing.

"I'm not. Did you forget that I have seen you naked? So I would know."

If possible I blushed even harder, hearing him say so bluntly that he had seen me naked. I was sure, by then, my face would put tomato to shame. That made him smile bigger. It was, probably, his favorite hobby making me look like a tomato.

An idea formed in mind to turn the table on him. He must have noticed the change in my face because he arched an eye brow as if to ask 'what are you up to?'

I just gave him a very sweet smile and opened my seat belt before whispering in his ear in my best seductive voice. "I was thinking, maybe, I should thank you properly, for the delicious waffles."

I heard him shallow, before asking in a husky voice, "And, how are you going to do that?"

I placed few kisses on his jaw before sucking his earlobe into my mouth. I heard him let out a small moan. This is working! I thought evilly before leaning even closer, almost kissing his ear and whispered "By making your favorite Lasagna tonight for dinner." With that I quickly grabbed my bag and ran out of car before he had a chance to reply.

By the time, he realized what happened I was already half way across the parking lot, laughing.

"That's not fair, Swan!" I heard him almost whine. That made me laugh even harder.

I was still chuckling when he caught up to me in school hall. The look on his face was priceless! That made me crack up again.

Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into an empty classroom. Before I could say anything, he pressed me against a wall and crushed his mouth to mine.

I didn't know for how long we have been making out, when he slowed down the kiss before whispering against my lips. "That was just a trailer. Wait till I get you alone this afternoon. I am going to make you forget your own name, I promise." He gave one small peck before pulling away from me completely.

"I'll see you at your locker." He called over his shoulder and left the room, as if nothing happened.

That little bastard!

I was still cursing him silently and trying to get my breathing under control, when the warning bell rang. I quickly did my bra clasp and straighten my cloths, while I curse him some more.

God! I hope don't look like I was just making out with my boyfriend. I did a quick pray before leaving the empty class room.

That jerk was waiting for me in front of my locker, looking way too smug for my liking. "You okay there, Isa." He asked, giving me a TOO innocent smile.

I just give him my meanest glare before wrenched open my locker to grab my things. I heard him chuckled. That made me angrier, so I just gave him another glare and walked to my class without waiting for him. He followed behind me, still laughing!

The nerve of that boy! I fumed and did my best to ignore him.

Since, this year we had only first period English, lunch, and AP biology together, except for the brief time he walked me to my classes, I didn't get to see him much until lunch. So, by the time it was lunch hour my anger was pretty much forgotten and I was missing him.

As soon as lunch bell rang I quickly grab my bag and almost ran to door. He was waiting for me on the hall leaning against the wall. When he saw me his face broke into a wide grin. Without thinking I return his smile and hugged him.

"I saw that you are not angry anymore." He asked, teasingly.

I pulled away and scowled him playfully "Oh, I'm still very angry."

"Is there anything I can do to make you happy again?" he played along.

I pretend to think before saying with false enthusiasm, "I got it!" "You have to buy me my favorite lunch and...keep the promise you had made this morning."

He groaned at the last part, before saying in strained voice "You can count on that, Isa." I just giggled

We didn't have many friends. Alright! We didn't have any friends except each other. So, during lunch we sat in our usual table of two talking, joking, and teasing.

-MF&LE-

The rest of school hours passed in a blur. And in no time we were in his car heading back to home.

"My house or yours?" He asked suggestively.

"Yours. Phil and mom must be home, packing." I explained to him, eager to be alone with him.

He nodded his head and drove toward his home. It was a huge three story building. They even had their own privet beach in backyard. It was not a surprise, though. Edward was from a very rich and high class family. His dad, Edward Masen Senior, was a well-known lawyer in Jacksonville and had his own law farm. His mom, Elizabeth Masen, was a famous architect. So, in a word, his family was loaded.

It was unfair how some people have everything: the Money, Look and Brain.

Their butler/driver George opened the door for us. Inside Aunt Elizabeth greeted us with warm hugs. She was always affectionate and motherly.

"Hello, Bella dear, how was the school?" She asked me lovingly.

"Hello, Aunt Elizabeth. The school was same, I guess." I answered; shrugging.

"Are you two hungry? Would you like something to eat?" She asked us.

"No, I'm not." Edward replied, looking at me.

"I'm not hungry either." I shrugged

"Alright ask Merry to make something for you if you get hungry." Merry was their cook and/ or maid.

"Are you going somewhere, mom?" Edward asked. That was when I notice she was wearing a formal suit, instead of her usual dresses.

"Yes, I have a meeting with a client." She usually worked at home unless there was client meeting or something.

"Oh. Well, best of luck, Mom." He kissed her cheek. He was such a mamma's boy.

"Thank you, Son." She smiled and kissed his cheek, too.

"Oh! Mom, Aunt Renee is going on trip with Phil for a week. Will it be alright if Isa spend the week in our home, so she won't be alone?" He asked, giving his mom a very innocent smile.

She gave me a soft smile and said gently, "Of course, dear you can stay here as long as you want. This is your home too."

"Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth."

"Alright I'm leaving. Stay out of trouble and be safe." On the last part she gave Edward a pointed look. I saw the tips of his ear became very red.

"Don't worry Aunt Elizabeth. I'll make sure he won't put the house into fire." I said, thinking she must be talking about the incident where Edward almost got us killed in fire. I saw Edward gave me a strange look.

"I'm sure you will dear." She gave me the same look as Edward and shook her head before kissing both of our foreheads. After saying her goodbye we headed upstairs to Edward's suite.

Yes, Edward did have his own suite .The whole third floor of the house renovated into a suite for Edward. It was a gift from his parents for his fourteenth birthday. His mom designed it herself. There he had his personal bed room, bathroom, study room, gym, music room, art studio. He even had his own drawing room.

As soon as we entered his suite he locked the door and pinned me against the drawing room wall. He didn't even wait for us to go to bedroom!

"You aren't gonna waste any time, are you?" I asked teasingly, breathlessly; as he yanked my top over my head and snapped open my bra.

"Well, we don't have much time to waste. I have a promise to keep." He said, while he removed his own shirt and pants and I did a quick work with my skirt and underwear.

Needless to say, he made good on his promise. He did make me forget my own name.

A.N.

I hope you liked the story so far.

Thank you for reading.