Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters…never have never will!! Also I do not own the song You Belong To Me by Taylor Swift and I got the idea for this story from her music video for that song!

The last chord I strummed hung in the air full of confidence, I finally had the music down pat. The chords that I have been playing with for the past week were fitting together quite nicely now. The song sounded more smooth yet original, not like most of the music on the radio. Now all I needed was the lyrics. That was the hard part for me, they music came naturally, the lyrics did too, but they weren't as easy to put in order. As soon as the lyrics were done, the song would be complete, and together, the music and lyrics would tell a story about… well, about Edward.

"Bella!" A very familiar voice yelled from outside my window. It was barely audible and if it wasn't for his window being open I would have never heard it. I walked over to my window after carefully placing my beautiful acoustic under my bed and out of sight right next to my midnight blue electric.

"Yes?" I asked Edward pulling my window open.

"What are you doing?" He asked casually leaning on the window sill.

"Uhm, listening to music and finishing my short story for English." I said leaning out my window, just as casual.

"Yeah, I thought I heard music when I opened the window." He mentioned and I froze, did he really, I would have to try to be a lot more quiet next time.

"My uhm my stereo was up pretty loud." I laughed awkwardly then changed the subject really quickly. "So, what are you up to?"

"I'm really bored so I was going to see if you wanted to go for a walk?" He asked giving me a weak smile that told me he really needed to talk.

"Oh. I'll be right there, just give me two minutes." I said shutting my window and running to my closet to grab a pair of rubber boots. It was either raining or wet, either way boots were a necessity.

"Dad?" I yelled while running down the stairs toward the door. "I'm going for a walk with Edward." I looked toward the living room where he was watching a game.

"Yeah yeah." Charlie mumbled not taking his eyes from the game of a sport I was probably never going to care about.

"I'll be back by eleven." I said grabbing my coat and pulling the door opened only to find Edward already waiting on the porch.

"Hey," I said pulling on my coat and looking up at his near soaked hair as it fell down onto his forehead. Yep, boots were a necessity.

"So, did you wanna tell me what's going on or do I have to guess?" I asked after we trudged down the street at an abnormally slow pace, well slow for Edward, for a few minutes in silence.

"What?" He looked from the pavement to my face.

"Are you going to tell me what she did or what?" I asked knowing that the one and only Madison Baker had caused this slightly-more-down-then-usual mood Edward was portraying.

"She didn't do anything." Edward defended, I think he knew on some level of consciousness that she was no good for him at all.

"Oh, so, I guess it was all your fault was it?" I asked acting as if it were so true that it must be his fault.

"Apparently. She's mad at me-" I cut him off because I had every right too.

"Again." I added which was true, the typical third fight of the week. Something she had to find to blame Edward for. Madison was one of those girls that created drama so she could either talk about it or get attention from it.

"Bella." Edward groaned, "You're not helping."

"No?" I asked though in my own way I was not-so-kindly reminding him that she did indeed find things to fight about over and over and over again.

"Anyway, she's mad at me because I didn't want to go shopping with her and the sluts instead of going to football practice." I smiled at how casually Edward still said the nickname we had given all of Madison's friends back in 9th grade.

It was all too typical really, Edward thought he had to date Madison because she was the all too pretty, rude and snotty, dramatic cheerleading captain and he was the all too beautiful, nice and caring, laid back football captain. I was the best friend and I wasn't a nerd exactly, I just wasn't as noticed as some people in our school. And, of course, I was in deep, I have been completely in love with Edward since the seventh grade.

"Oh no!" I said in fake disgust. "Why, Edward, would you ever go to practice so you wouldn't get kicked off the team instead of going shopping?" I put my hand to my mouth in horror. Edward chuckled a bit, on the bright side I got an almost smile out of him. He hasn't been truly happy since the very beginning of their relationship, he doesn't smile as much and when he does its not the smile that I lived for. The one that could take me out of any bad mood.

"I know, but at least it's Friday and we have the weekend to do whatever she wants so I can make it up to her." He sighed.

"Edward you do realize you shouldn't have to go around doing everything she wants you to do because you have nothing to make up to her for." I pointed out.

"She's mad so I obviously did something wrong." He said making me a little disappointed, I played the innocent card on this one.

"So, you also realize by saying that, seeing how she's constantly mad at me for being different, you're also saying that I'm doing something wrong… right?" I said, we had stopped walking and I was staring up at his face despite the rain.

"Bella, you're not doing anything wrong." He said sweetly.

"Neither are you." I muttered then turned to keep walking.

"But Bella, you see-"

"Edward, listen to me, even though you don't believe me. Madison creates drama, she always has to have something going wrong in her life so people will feel bad for her and then she'll always be a part of school gossip." I said giving him the utter truth plain and simple.

"You don't know her like I do." He defended her.

"She doesn't know you like I do." I said, for just a second a defeating look ran through his eyes and I knew I had hit a nerve. Just yesterday I heard him talking to her and she didn't know anything about him, other than he was gorgeous and he played football, whenever they got to a subject about him she would change it back to her. She doesn't even remember his birthday. "Look I told Charlie I would be home by eleven." I said looking down at my wrist watch. It was pretty dark out and I know we didn't leave until late.

"Alright, let's turn back." Edward said wheeling around to start heading back toward our street. "You know she's not as shallow as you think she is." Edward mentioned casually after a couple minutes.

"Edward, lets not get into that, you know I'm going to win that fight."

"No, she really isn't." Edward said looking at me and shaking his head.

"No? So are you saying that if you weren't on the football team or completely gorgeous then she would still date you. It's got to be those things she likes seeing how she knows nothing about you." I said looking at his now grinning face, it was the closest thing to a smile that I'd seen in a while from him. "What?" I asked as I stopped walking so I could look up at him.

"You think I'm gorgeous huh?" He asked still grinning.

"Ugh, let's go Edward." I said turning to walk away from the street lamp, glad that the nights sky could cover my blush, if we walked under another street lamp I would just blame it on the cold. We walked in a comfortable silence up the rest of the length of our street. I was never uncomfortable around Edward and I don't think he was ever uncomfortable around me either. Except maybe that time in seventh grade…

"Uhm, Edward?" I said into the little speaker of the phone. It took me ten minutes to work up the courage to call him. We had been friends for as long as I can remember but this was the weirdest thing I've ever had to ask him.

"Bella? Where are you? I told the teacher I would go get you from the cafeteria so I could come find you." He said in a worried tone.

"Yeah, I'm in the girls bathroom." I told him nervously. "Can you do me a favour?"

"Anything." I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I need to borrow your gym shorts. I brought mine home yesterday to get washed and I didn't think to bring them because we didn't have gym today." I said embarrassed as I looked in the mirror at the back of my jeans.

"Yeah, sure." Edward whispered, clearly confused.

"Meet me in the girls washroom on the second floor." I whispered back then clicked the end button on the phone. I continued to stare at the spot I had destroyed of my pants. It sucked, at times like this, knowing my mom was thousands of miles away from Forks. This was not something I wanted to talk to Charlie about. A knock on the door made me jump and I faced my back toward the stall door where Edward would not be able to see it.

"Edward?" I called.

"Yeah it's me." He opened the door slightly and peeked in.

"Come in, there's no one else in here." I sighed when he hesitated.

"Alright," He came over and handed me his gym shorts, unfortunately they would be big on me but I would just have to deal.

"So, what did you do? Rip your pants?" He asked chuckling a bit.

"Not exactly," I looked at my shoes as my face turned bright red. When I looked back up Edward was staring at me funny with a bright red face as well, his mouth open a bit in surprise.

"So, I guess this means you're cancelling on me?" I asked breaking the silence.

"What?" Edward looked over as I called him out of his deep thoughts.

"Tomorrow night, movie at my house? You have to cancel because you're trying to make amends with Madison." I reminded.

"Oh, yeah." He frowned. I knew in some cases, hands down I was always picked over her. But when it came to her being over dramatic and Edward having to make it up to her it seemed that I was always the one who was forced to take the rain check. I think it was because in every other case, when I was picked first, it would get him in trouble.

"It's fine, I'll just call Alice." I smiled, as usual, Madison succeeded in making me miserable and farther apart from Edward.

"Well, if I get back early enough I'll come over." He said as I turned up my driveway heading for the porch.

"Alright, will I see you on Sunday?" I asked doubtful.

"If I can make it all better in one day." Edward frowned. "I haven't even figured out what I'm going to do."

"Take her shopping, buy her something nice, tell her you are oh-so-sorry then kiss her." I said rolling my eyes, she was the type of girl who could most definitely be bought off. I shut my door behind me and striped off my wet coat and muddy boots.

"Charlie?" I called from the door. I walked into the living room where his plate with left over lasagne was on the table and he was snoring loudly on the couch. I turned off the television and brought his plate into the kitchen to clean it up. After scraping the leftovers into the garbage and scrubbing it clean I walked over to Charlie, there was no use trying to get him into his own bed so I just put a blanket over him and made sure the alarm on his wrist watch was set early enough that he could go fishing with Billy and Carlisle.

"Night dad." I smiled, kissing his cheek then tip toeing out of the room. I tried to go up the stairs with the least amount of squeaks possible.

I looked into my dresser for a pair of pyjamas then grabbed my bathroom bag and headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

After changing, brushing my hair and teeth and washing my face I headed back to my room. I saw as something white hit my window with a small tap. This was something Edward and I came up with when we both got slingshots for Christmas when we were seven. I watched as another mini-marshmallow hit my window. I walked over to it and saw Edward, slingshot in hand ready to send another marshmallow at my window.

I bent down and opened a shoe box that was underneath my desk. It had a bag of marshmallows, my slingshot, a pack of assorted coloured sharpies and a couple note books. I opened the notebook on top to a fresh page and grabbed a sharpie.

'Yes?' I wrote out in big enough letters that he would definitely be able to read it.

'Thanks!' He wrote back.

'For what?' I asked.

'The plan. I told her we would shop 2moro.' He wrote.

'That's great' I replied back. I loved the fact that I was helping the boy of my dreams get the girl I hated with a passion back. Great.

'Yeah, she loved it.' He smiled.

'Well. I'm tired. Night.' I wrote back closing my curtains before he could write back.

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I woke up to that same sound of slightly hard marshmallows hitting the glass of my window. I stretched out in my bed and tried to ignore it.

"Bella!" He yelled, hitting my window with another marshmallow. I sat up in my bed slightly annoyed. Pushing the blankets off me I decided to throw my hair up in a floppy bun before going to the window. I grabbed the shoe box from under my desk and pulled out a marker and the notebook I had been using.

'WHAT?' I wrote in bold black letters.

'Open the Window.' Was his reply. I rolled my eyes then tugged on the window, pushing it up.

"Yes?" I asked rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

"I was just wondering what you were doing." Edward said casually. I looked over to my bed side table then looked back.

"Oh, you know, planning world domination, that's what I like to do at 7:28 on my Saturday morning." I said sarcastically.

"Yeah? That's cool. So, I decided that your plan might just work, I decided to take Madison to the mall then to dinner but after that, I was wondering if you wanted to do something? Like we could go to the movies." He asked.

"Why wouldn't you just take her to the movies?" I questioned.

"Because I want to spend time with you. Plus after spending a whole day in the mall with her I'm sure I'll need some Bella-Edward time to, well, keep me sane." He chuckled. This made me roll my eyes, I mean if he got sick of her all the time then why wouldn't he just dump her?

"I guess." Why do I let Edward use me as a back up? Simple. If I didn't then I would never get to hang out with him and then I would be like all of those other girls in our school that looked at Jasper, Emmett and Edward and admired from afar.

"So, what do you say, Bella?" He asked leaning out the window, resting his chin on his fist.

"Um, sure." I smiled, on the bright side he didn't totally blow me off.

"Alight, I'll pick you up at eight." He said waving bye then shutting his window.

Hey

So there is chapter one !! I know people have done this a bunch of times but I wanted to try it myself. Oh by the way, I just finished reading Emily the Strange and that's where the slingshot idea came from :P

So, I plotted this story out and I'm hoping I can keep it going, but, as always, if you guys have an idea you really want to see happen go ahead and leave it in the comments or pm me.

This summer is being rather depressing though, all it's been doing around here (Nova Scotia) is raining. My gosh, I've given up waiting for the sun, I've decided I'll just start swimming in that rain :)