Author's Note:

I feel way ridiculous writing this after reading such awesome stories on this site…

Disclaimer: By the way, none of the Twilight characters and stuff is mine :)


Isabella Swan. Or just…Bella. She was never considered "normal" to the girls in Forks, Washington. She was far too quiet and shy. It couldn't be handled. She blushed when complimented and whispered her thanks, she didn't light up and giggle. She tripped on flat surfaces and brushed off the blood, she didn't break nails and cry over them. She was seen as one of the guys, never a threat to any couples. She didn't wear miniskirts or ballet flats or high heels, no, none of that. She wore sweatpants, and jeans, and t-shirts, and sneakers. Nothing fancy, nothing expensive. Expensive. Ha, funny. Bella didn't really understand the meaning of expensive- she took it to a major degree where she'd bite her lip and debate buying a twelve dollar shirt. All in all, Bella wasn't the girly-girl of the town. Far from it, really. Her father, Charlie, was the chief of police and made some decent cash. Charlie didn't come from a wealthy family, but rather a line of farmers on both sides, leaving not too much of an inheritance in cash but much in priceless possessions. Her mother fled town as soon as she found a good man to run with and didn't leave her a dime behind. Renee, Bella's mother, didn't have much of anything. Renee grew up in foster care because her mother was a prostitute and her father was an unknown man. She was placed in foster care because though she was completely unwanted, her mother refused to give up her rights. Bella lived in a small two-floored house a little ways away from Hoko River's floodplain with her father. She grew up fishing with her dad because she had no brothers and then cooking what was caught because she had no sisters. She was an only child. She didn't really mind the whole blood and guts thing she had to do because seeing her dad happy and stuffed made it all worth it. She told herself she was in training for pleasing her future boy toy like such.

Edward Anthony Cullen. Or just…Edward. He was never considered "normal" to anyone he ever met. He was far too beautiful and cocky. It just couldn't be handled. He smirked and raised his eyebrows when complimented, he didn't say thanks or get quiet. He excelled in sports and academics, failing wasn't an option in anything. Anything. He was perfect. Pale skin, no acne, flawless style, crazy sexy cool car, girls running after him, teachers favored him, guys wanted to be his best friend. He didn't dress in sweatpants very often, but when he did, you better believe that the girls only wanted him more. Sweatpants only added to the illusion of just rolling out of the bed- all the girls wanted to roll him right back in. Designer clothes, shoes, glasses, chains, freaking pens; this was his style. His family was richer than the richest of the richest. His father, Carlisle, was a respected surgeon who tripled as a doctor and pediatrician. His grandfather on his father's side was a renowned lawyer and his grandmother on that side was a renowned showgirl in Vegas who made pretty heavy cash nightly. Right there is some inheritance and living funds, forget that Grandpa Cullen already came from a wealthy family. Esme, Edward's mother, was an interior designer who worked with not only celebrities nearby but also huge businesses and has a lot of small family clientele. This brought in great amounts of money as well, plus both of Esme's parents came from very wealthy families. Basically, Edward couldn't escape money if he wanted to so he just reveled in it. Edward Cullen was not an only child. Two sisters is what God gave him. Rosalie and Alice. Both were spoiled brats who got manicures weekly and went shopping after. He considered himself to have two brothers, but really they were just his best friends. Emmett and Jasper. It definitely freaked him out to have his best friends chasing after his sisters but keeping the boys away from the girls was a good thing in his eyes. He saw it as training himself to keep guys away from his future lovebird.

The two sixteen year olds had no idea the other existed. That is until the Cullen family moved to Forks, Washington with the Hales (Jasper's family) and the McCarty's (Emmett's family) . Of course the group needed to have themselves known and soon they were. Everyone loved them. All the girls went after the three boys and all the guys went after the two girls. Mike Newton and Eric Yorkie being two very eager suitors and Lauren Mallory, Jessica Stanley, and Angela Webber all being very eager mistresses. Edward, however, soon encountered a problem. There was this one girl with pretty brown curls that ran the length of her slender, curved back with this luscious pale skin, amazingly red, pouty lips, and big, bright, chocolaty brown eyes that really just wasn't into him. Her name was Bella. And Bella found herself a problem, as well. There was this one boy with rusty brown hair that was always carelessly made up, electric green eyes, pink lips, pale skin, and a lean and delicious body who for some reason seemed quite interested in her. Her. Of all people. She couldn't deserve such a god and she wouldn't tip the universe's balance. She couldn't have him. His name was Edward.


Okay, so this is just a trial. I never really post anything up here. Actually, no, wait, I've never posted on here. Throw me a bone. Tell me if you hate it tell me if you're interested in where this is going. I just want to know if I should even bother writing at all, you know? SO…go ahead and send me a review with any thoughts…

~CRAYOLA 0-0