Disclaimer: Nope. Don't. Own. Everything except the plot belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

A/N: Hey guys! Wow. It sure has been a long time since my friend, S, and I wrote our story. This time, I've decided to try writing a story on my own. In this story, everyone's human, and they are sort of OOC. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it!

"I can't wait to fall in love with you

You can't wait to fall in love with me

This just can't be summer love, you'll see

This just can't be summer love."

Summer Love, Justin Tinberlake

Chapter One: Califonia, Here We Come!

Bella Swan, Age 4

"Mommy, Mommy!" I screamed, while jumping up and down. I was hardly able to contain myself; my family and I were going to our beach house in California for the whole summer! "Hurry up! We're going to miss our airplane!"

My Mommy laughed and touched my nose. "Okay, darling, hold on a second."

She then turned her back against me, and whispered to my Daddy, "We could just take our private plane if we miss our flight. I don't really get why Bella insists on taking a public airplane."

"But Mommy!" I stomped my foot and pouted, "they don't give toys on our plane!"

You see, my Mommy was one of the most famous designators in New York City. She designs lots and lots of clothes, and she even has models for her clothes. But I don't get it; I thought models were miniature, plastic copies of cars that boys play. And, they also seem too small to be able to fit into the long gowns that mommy designs. Oh well, maybe these car models aren't that small, after all.

But anyway, that's the reason why we have a private airplane – Mommy needed to travel to different places a lot, so it's easier to have our own plane.

"Oh honey," Mommy tried to persuade me, "but there are comfortable beds and your favorite Mac & Cheese on our plane. How long has it been since you've eaten it? One week?"

Actually, it has been exactly 8 days since I've eaten Mac & Cheese, but I would rather get my toy than eat Mac & Cheese. I could always beg Annie, my cook, to make it for me when we get to our beach house.

"But Mommy!" I whined and felt my lip starting to quiver. "I don't want to take the private plane!"

"Oh, honey, don't cry!" Mommy seemed startled by my tears and attempted to soothe me by running her fingers through my hair. "We'll take the public airplane then."

"Yay!" Immediately, I wiped away my stray tears, and ran towards the front door.

"Always so stubborn," Mommy told Daddy, laughing affectionately.

"Renee, she definitely got her stubbornness from you!" Daddy chimed in and pulled Mommy out the door with him.

Our car sped towards the New York Airport, and we were off to California!

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Edward Masen, Age 4

Once again I found myself on my parent's private jet heading towards California. Mommy was always excited for this annual trip, but she seemed even more eager this time.

"Mommy," I called out, trying to get her attention.

"Yes, honey?" Mommy looked up from the big book that had Forks High School Yearbook of 1998 stamped across its front page.

"Why are you so excited for our trip this year?"

Mommy put down her book and came over to sit next to me. "That's because my best friend from high school, Renee, is going to be joining us at the beach!"

"But Mommy," I interjected, "you and Renee talk to each other on the phone all the time."

"Mrs. Swan, Edward," Mommy corrected, "and yes, we do keep in touch through the phone quite a lot, but I haven't seen here in person since the Christmas party two years ago!"

I rolled my eyes; Mommy was very insistent on me being polite to everyone. That had something to do with her wanting to raise me to be a gentleman. Sometimes I don't get Mommy's logic; Ms. Liana from school told us that everyone is equal – I think the term she used was equilibrium or something. But if everyone is supposed to be equal, then why can't we just refer to everyone by their first names?

"Oh, and," Mommy's eyes seemed to sparkle when she said this, "Renee's daughter, Bella, is going to be there, too. I'm sure you two will have a lot of fun together!"

Wincing, I reminded Mommy, "But girls have cooties, and Emmett said that we should stay as far away from them a possible!"

Emmett Cullen was my 6 year old cousin and he knew about everything. One time, I decided to ask him why we should stay away from girls – besides the obvious reason that they had cooties.

After hearing my question, Emmett suddenly had this mysterious glint in his eyes, and pulled me to the corner of my room. Lowering his voice, Emmett first made me promise that I would keep a secret. I immediately promised because I couldn't wait to hear the secret. Emmett looked around to make sure no one was being a peeping Tom, and whispered cryptically into my ear, "Girls do really weird things. So we should stay away from them if we want to stay sane."

Emmett even gave me a perfect example to prove his secret – Alice.

Alice was Emmett's little sister, who had a whole collection of Barbies in her room. I once asked her why she kept on changing Barbies' clothes. She told me that the clothes Barbies wear don't match that well and she's trying to make them look better. She even said that because she loved her Barbies so much, she wanted them to look as pretty as possible.

After that encounter, I completely agreed with Emmett. Girls are weird. I mean, I really like my Bionicles, but you don't see me take them apart and try to make them prettier.

"Oh, Edward," I heard Mommy exclaimed to Daddy (I know that she's not referring to me when she uses that really cloying voice), "Bella is so adorable. I can seriously picture her and our little Edward walking down the aisle, hand in hand, fifteen years from now. They are undoubtedly perfect for each other!"

Daddy let out a little chuckle and put his arms around Mommy. "Elizabeth, the kids haven't even met yet, how would you know that they are perfect for each other?"

"Call it a premonition or something; I just know it will come true!" Mommy continued to have a dreamy look in her eyes. "I think I'll consult with Renee; we should start planning the wedding as soon as possible!"

"Honey," Daddy seemed a little exasperated now. "It is not certain that Edward will marry Bella!"

Mommy detected the hard edge to Daddy's voice, and her eyes hardened. "Edward, Bella and Edward will be married."

At this point, I was completely lost. What is married? And why will I be married to Bella? According to Emmett, boys should be as far away from girls as possible, so why would I be doing anything with a girl?

"Mommy," I disrupted her and Daddy's conversation. "What is married?"

Upon hearing my query, Mommy let out a small giggle, "Honey, that is something you'll have to ask Bella. Perhaps in fifteen years? Although I wouldn't mind if you did it earlier!"

Now I was really, really confused. But Mommy didn't seem like she would elaborate anytime soon.

I guess I'll be talking to Bella, after all.

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Bella's Point of View

I hoped off the airplane excitedly, and immediately brought my arms over my eyes to shield the blazing sun. The Californian sun was a lot bigger and brighter than the one we have back in New York.

Suddenly, I felt someone tugging on my dress. Turning around, my hands were taken impatiently by Mommy. I knew Mommy couldn't wait to see her best friend from high school, Mrs. Elizabeth Masen. I, too, couldn't wait till be got to our beach house, although it was for a different reason from Mommy's.

Back in New York, there weren't a lot of beaches that I could go play at. Usually, my nanny, Amanda, took me to Central Park. Even though I enjoyed going to Central Park, feeding fish and ice skating does feel repetitive and boring some times.

I could hardly wait to go to a brand new environment to play. That's why I found Mommy and myself scurrying through the crowd and heading towards the car that was waiting outside.

Our beach house was located somewhere near Laguna Beach, but the cool thing about it was that we shared a small private beach with the Masens. This was because, as Mommy had stated, "We don't want people to disrupt us during our vacations."

On the way to our house, I looked out the window and admired the immense amount of sea that we were speeding by. The beaming rays of the sun danced on the tantalizing, undulating ocean, creating sparkles whose beauty could only be compared to that of diamonds.

Finally, after much anticipation, the car halted to a stop. We had finally arrived at my summer paradise!

Jumping off the car, I raced into the beach house. The house's interior was beautiful. On the left side of the main entrance was an elegant wooden staircase, cascading from the second floor. The floors were wooden, as well, and were marked by their twirling patterns. I sighed. This house was so beautiful that it made me feel like a princess.

While I stood, mouth agape, Mommy and Daddy had already walked in, while carrying the loads of suitcases that we had brought with us.

Mommy was amused by my shock. She soothed my hair and said, "Beautiful isn't it?"

"Yeah, Mommy! It makes me feel like a princess!" I giggled and hid my head against her stomach.

"That's because you are a princess, Bella. You are Daddy and my cute little princess!" Mommy cooed, and continued stroking my hair.

We stood there for a while, until Mommy took a look at the clock and gasped. "Oh, look at the time! We have to go pick up the Masens in an hour!"

Mommy ushered me upstairs, into a humungous room that was tainted by hearts and light pink. Hurriedly, she took out a white dress from the suitcase, and told me to change.

Without complaint, I put on the dress – the sooner we picked the Masens up, the sooner I could go play at the beach!

Mommy then brushed through my waist-length brown hair, putting them up into pigtails. Then, she put a clip on my bangs, preventing them from falling across my brown eyes.

And then, we were on our way to pick up the Masens.

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We waited inside a room while the Masen private jet landed. Mommy was sitting next to me, hardly able to contain her excitement.

Suddenly, the door of the jet opened, and three people descended. In the lead was a tall man with green eyes and firm posture. He seemed intimidating to me, and I wondered if the rest of his family was like that, too.

I was proven wrong, though, when Mrs. Masen came into my view. She had a very beautiful smile, and hair-color that was intermediate between red and brown. I heard my Mommy squeal next to me, and hurried up to greet her.

Finally, a boy about my age stepped off the jet. He had green eyes like his Daddy's, and reddish brown hair like his Mommy's. I hoped he wasn't mean, though, because he would probably be the only person that I could play with all summer (since we had a private beach).

"Bella! Come out! Don't be shy!" Mommy's voice called me back into reality. I blushed for being caught in a daze, and tentatively walked towards Mommy, her friend, and his son.

"Hi Bella!" the woman greeted fervently, "I'm Elizabeth, you're Mom's friend from high school! I can't believe that you have grown so much! The last time I saw you, you were only a little baby!"

"Hi, Mrs. Masen," I said shyly; I wasn't used to talking to strangers, so I tended to be shy.

"Well, aren't you just adorable?" Mrs. Masen gushed. "Let me introduce you to my son, Edward."

The bronze-haired boy stepped forward, and smiled. "Hi Bella, I'm Edward!"

Edward's Point of View

The brown-haired girl smiled openly at me, and said, "Edward, I bet we're going to have lots and lots of fun this summer!"

I was taken aback by the sweetness of her voice. She doesn't seem to be weird, like how Emmett had described girls.

Maybe Emmett isn't right about everything after all.

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