**DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, the great Stephenie Meyer does.**
A/N: The idea "Edward, what's love?" is from my best friend Tiffany.
Chapter 1… Age 4
I stared at my little hands.
They were covered in mud. I was covered in mud. Head to toe. But I didn't care. Nor did I feel the need to clean off the purple jumper that my mom had dressed me in.
My long, curly, brown locks waved down my back, only a few inches from touching the mud.
My tiny feet were bare, caked in mud. They were almost filthy enough that you couldn't see the pink nail polish on my toe nails that my mom decorated with color for me.
I giggled.
Jasper, my best friend in the universe, looked up at me, cocking his head to the side with a confused look on his pretty little face.
Jasper's wavy blond locks were disheveled and almost brown from the mud. His face was almost completely covered in mud, as was mine. His sky blue eyes stood out against the mud, making me stare into the depths of them. His eyes were so deep; I felt that if I fell into them, I would never reach the bottom.
Jasper's lower lip jutted out when I didn't answer his silent question.
Jasper wasn't one to talk much. But when he did, his words came out rushed and perfectly pronounced
Jasper would much rather speak through his eyes, showing the object of his communication his emotions and have them unravel them instead of him having to explain.
I giggled again.
"I'm awl muddy!" I told him, tapping the tip of his nose with my index finger, leaving a fresh spot of mud.
Jasper laughed.
"Me too!" he exclaimed, tossing mud into the air, in flew high into the sky before it oh so rudely landed on my head.
My mouth, and Jasper's mouth, gaped open in shock of what just happened.
I started laughing hysterically. Jasper joined in after a moment or two.
Not after too long, I was clutching my sides, and tears were intruding my personal bubble by rolling down my cheeks and plummeting to the mud puddle below.
After we had both calmed down a bit, we began to make our mud pies again.
Stealthily, when I knew that Jasper wasn't looking, I snuck a rather large hunk of mud into my tiny palm.
I turned to face him.
His sapphire eyes alight with confusion when he took in the sneaky look on my face.
I smiled at him.
"MUDWAR!!!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and threw the first at Jasper. It hit him right smack dab in his face.
"Oh, you're gonna get it!" Jasper yelled as he picked up another piece of mud and chucked it at me.
I dodged it without too much difficulty.
"Missed me!" I gloated.
Jasper glowered.
I threw another piece at him, and with much skill, hit him right on his forehead.
"POWNE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Jasper laughed.
"I'm gonna get ya, Bella, and when I do, your gonna b sowwy!" Jasper threatened.
"Ooohhh I'm so scared!" I teased, "maybe you should work on you're a-" I was cut off by Jasper when he threw a huge hunk of mud at me and part when into my mouth.
I screamed bloody murder.
"EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!! That's disgusting! Jasper!" I whined.
"I told ya that I would get ya!" Jasper gloated.
I gave him the death stare.
He held my gaze; his eyes softened with some emotion that I couldn't portray.
I threw another hunk of mud at him to I could tear my eyes away from his pretty face. He and threw more mud right back at me.
And all hell broke loose when the mud-war resurrected from its temporary silence.
My other best friend, Alice, came skipping over to us.
She was short, even for a 4 year old. She was a good 4 or 5 inches shorter than me. Her short, jet black hair was in its usual do, which was just spiky and pixie-like. Her hot pink sundress flowed with her, giving her the effect that she was skipping faster than she really was. Her feet glided over the grass in a gracefulness that I could never reach; I would fall flat on my face within my first 5 steps.
Alice's nose scrunched up and her lips turned down into a disgusted frown. She hated the mud. She hated it more that an out of season dress. And that was a lot, even if she was a 4 year old; she had to have her fashion perfect and glamorous.
"What are yew doin'?!" she half screamed at Jasper and I. We were both taken aback.
Jasper just ignored her high, trilling, and demanding voice, and pretended that he heard nothing. Instead of paying attention to Alice, he stared at me. He stared deep into the depths of my chocolaty brown eyes. And I stared back. Deep into the depths of his clear, brilliant sapphire eyes.
"Hello? Earth to Jazz? Earth to Bells?" she waved her hand in front of Jasper's face, trying to faze him. And then in front of my own, trying to phase me.
I grabbed Alice's hand.
"Alice! Knock it off! I don't want your hand in meh face!" I told her quietly.
Alice ticked her tongue annoyingly.
"Well, Bells, if you would stop staring at my neighbor, and looked at me when I try to talk to you, maybe that wouldn't happen!" she shrieked; Alice always sounded so grown up when she was angry.
Jasper just rolled his eyes, and when Alice for sure wasn't looking at him he up his index finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I nodded at him. Alice looked at me quizzically.
"So, do yew like meh new dress, Bells?" Alice asked, spinning in a circle.
I just nodded, knowing how bad a liar I was; if I said anything my voice would break and give me away in an instant.
Truth be told, I didn't like it at all. It was pink, and I hated pink.
While Alice babbled on and on about her superficial dress, Jasper stealthily reached down into the mud, and closed his fingers around a hunk.
"Alice," Jasper murmured.
Alice all too quickly turned around to face Jasper; excitement alit in her eyes. For some reason that ticked me off…
"Hmmm?" Alice asked.
"Can I show ya sumthin'?" Jasper asked innocently.
"Sure!" Alice half yelled with excitement.
Jasper motioned Alice with his index finger for her to come closer to him.
This, for no reason that I could think of, made me furious. Emotions waved across me in a flood. I was soon drowning in them.
One in particular one completely intoxicated me; turning my vision red and blurry.
When Alice's face was a good 5 inches away from Jasper, Jasper moved very slowly.
His arm slowly crept up to Alice's head was. He splattered her head with mud.
Alice screamed and jerked away.
Jasper and I were laughing hysterically.
Alice turned on her expensive heels and ran in the opposite direction; toward Jasper's house.
"awwwwwh! Alice's gonna tell!" Jasper whispered.
I crossed my arms over my chest, "humph."
"Sowwy Alice!" Jasper called after her.
Esmé, Jasper's momma, stalked towards us, looking flustered.
"Jasper Tyler Cullen! Why on earth would you do that to dear sweet Alice?!" she scolded.
"I dunno…" Jasper admitted sheepishly, his brilliant sky blue eyes staring at the earth beneath him, smiling smugly.
Esmé sighed and shifted her weight.
"Jasper. Come with me. Now, mister. Timeout for you!" she said fiercely.
Jasper got up from his spot in the mud and walked towards his mother; mud dripping from his expensive clothes.
"Let's get you changed into something clean first, mister." I heard Esmé murmur.
Jasper turned around rather abruptly, and quite forcefully yanked his hand out of Esmé's.
His mother gasped at his behavior.
Jasper ran to me.
Smiling wickedly, he hugged me tightly around my waste and whispered in my ear, "Don't take too long, Bella."
Jasper's cool breath on the back of my neck did strange things to me. Goosebumps were raised all over my body; starting from my neck, they traveled down my spine, enclosing my body in a cool sensation that was neither uncomfortable nor comfortable.
I knew what he meant almost instantly.
Jasper wanted me to get in trouble so we could be in timeout together.
"JASPER TYLER CULLEN!" Esmé screeched as she grabbed Jasper by his arm and dragged him towards the house; Jasper smiling smugly the whole way.
I stood there for a moment, my jaw dropped and laying on the floor.
Why did Jasper want me to get in trouble this time? Did he want to tell me something?
So many questions raveled into my head, it made it hard to concentrate.
I sat back down in the mud puddle, and then purposely fell backwards onto my back.
I rolled around in the mud for a few minutes, before deciding that I was legitimately covered in filth.
I found my feet and stood up, swaying back and forth a little; my balance was never good.
When I was steady, I turned and ran towards the giant white house, tripping only once.
I struggled as I fumbled to get the oak door open, but I eventually got it.
When I was inside, I ran down the long corridor, stomping my feet extra hard on the linoleum floor; making clear mud tracks.
I smiled smugly at my work.
My feet came to a halt when I came to the spacious living room.
I giggled as I saw Jasper's parents sitting on the couch watching the news.
This brought me to their attention.
They both gasped when they saw me.
"Bella! What are you doing?! Do I have to call your father at work?!" Esmé threatened.
I shook my head no.
Jasper's mom shook her head at me and got up from the soft black couch.
"Timeout then." She said sternly.
I pressed my lips together in effort not to smile.
"Let's get you changed out of those filthy clothes first, yes?" she decided.
She lead me upstairs and gave me something of Alice's to change into; a beautiful mid-thigh length navy blue dress. Intricate beading danced along the neckline and plunged in a wavy line to the waste line.
After I was clean, she brought me to the timeout room; which, of course, was the front room, only with a giant bright yellow plastic gate blocking it off from the rest of the house.
Jasper's wavy blond locks were just showing over the top of the gate.
He stood on his tip toes when he heard our approach, and a huge breathtaking crooked grin spread wide across his face.
I smiled back.
Esmé lifted me over the obnoxious gate, and turned around to walk away. She shook her head and started muttering about love.
I looked deep into Jasper's bottomless sapphire eyes.
"Jazper, what's love?" I asked curiously when his mommy was safely out of hearing range.
He giggled at my curiosity.
"When two people like-like each other. Like a lot." He explained, as if I was missing the obvious.
"Oh. Then, what's married?" I asked, curiosity soon consuming me from the inside out.
"When two people love each other and wanna be together forever." Jasper explained, not missing a beat.
I was glad I asked Jasper these questions; he always had an answer.
"Oh," was all I could say, my child-like mind was wondering off in so many directions that I couldn't really concentrate at our conversation. I gazed out the window and into the Cullen's front yard. I stared at the giant willow tree that dominated a good portion of the yard.
"Jazz," I said, turning my head so fast to look into Jasper's never ending eyes that my wavy brown hair whipped me in the face.
I giggled, but quickly composed myself.
"Yeah?" he asked, genuinely confused.
"Jazper, do you love me?" I asked, looking-well, falling-into his bottomless sapphire eyes.
He giggled; uncomfortable.
"Do you?" I pressed.
Jasper looked down at his bare feet.
"Yes," he breathed; looking up at me to stare into the depths of my chocolaty brown eyes.
"Then I guess we're in love!" I told him, throwing my arms around him in a bone crunching bear hug. He hugged me back, only to pull away a second later to give me a heart-wrenching crooked smile.
"Then why don't we get married?!" I asked him.
Jasper snorted and rolled his sapphire eyes at me.
"Bells, ya gotta be old to get married!" he told me as if I was missing the obvious.
"How old is old?" I asked, bringing him into another hug.
Jasper put his index finger on his chin and looked up to the ceiling thoughtfully.
"Hmmm… seven." He decided; nodding to himself.
"Then will you marry me when we're seven?" I asked eager as ever.
"Yes," he whispered, smiling crookedly at me.
A/N: I might not update for awhile because my computer is being really crazy. Sorry!