Well hello there dears. This is my very first fan fiction so don't judge too harshly please. I'm currently in my best friend's room trying to decide what to tell all y'all. Would love reviews. All of this belongs to Stephanie Meyer except for Wesley who is all my own. I know that one of the characters particularly isn't exactly the way he should be but please bear with me because I couldn't bear to take away that one aspect. It means too much to me. Thanks guys

Chapter 1

~Forgetting isn't possible ~

"My gosh, this ride is taking forever," I groaned from the backseat.

"You sure complain a lot for someone who's getting her parents to drive her halfway to the beach to meet her best guy friend on spring break. We can always turn around, Bella," he told my mom with an evil smile on his face.

I laughed. "No way. I'll shut up now.'

I smiled cockily knowing there was no way they would ever turn around. I was spoiled beyond belief. (You just had to meet my family.) Besides, they trusted Wesley more than any girl in my life. I smiled as I saw the sign that announced my arrival into the insignificant small town that I would meet him in.

"Which store are we meeting him at?" my mother asked my father.

"Just keep driving, love. We'll be there soon enough."

Their relationship touched my heart in ways that I knew no guy would ever. I was cynical, which is partly why Wesley and I are so close, and didn't see how I would ever find anyone. I believed in love, honestly. How could anyone who lived with or even just looked at my parents not believe that love exists? The way my father stared at my mother… Well it was like a blind man seeing the light for the first time. After eighteen years of marriage they were still so perfectly in love that sometimes it was too much for my broken heart. Because no one looked at me like that. Not anymore.

I sighed sadly as my father announced our arrival. As we pulled in my father decided to go all parental. "Now, listen, I know that you are going to have a good time but getting arrested is not going to look good. It's your senior year and you should be allowed a little fun but just stick close to Wesley alright?" He finished and sent me a menacing glare.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, because Wesley is such a good influence on me," I said as sarcastically as I could manage.

My dad opened his mouth, probably to tell me off or threaten me with turning around again, but my mother cut him off. "Edward, darling, leave the girl alone. She'll be fine." She grabbed his hand rubbing circles and he instantly seemed to relax. I flinched slightly as a pang went through my heart. I use to have someone like that. But that was before.

My thoughts were interuppted as we parked next to a black 2009 mustang. I smiled and grabbed my stuff wanting to run straight to Wesley's arms. He seemed to know my wants and thoughts before I did. I stepped out of the car and was instantly envoloped in a bear hug. I stepped out of his arms smiling widely as his prescence filled me up. Wesley was gorgeous with perfectly straight reddish brown hair. The kind that when he swished it to the side all the girls followed him religiously and the guys rolled their eyes fuming with jealousy. He had perfect brown eyes which seemed to outshine my own. I was sure that any girl could stare into those for hours. His red hair was probably the reasoning behind his pale skin. He was almost as pale as my mother and father and that was a challenge. I had inherited their pale skin as well, a shade lighter than Wesley, and didn't seem to pull it off the way the three of them did. He stood six foot two, towering over my small five foot two petite frame, and looked amazing without his shirt on. I would know. I smiled secretly as I remembered the last time we had hung out with each other. Of course, our little secrets happened a lot less now that he lived an hour away in my own hometown.

"Ness!" he exclaimed in order to get my attention.

"Yes?" I said smiling sweetly.

"What took you so long?" he said this so sad that anyone would have thought I had stolen his favorite puppy.

"I told you I had to win the softball tournament before I could come. You never listen to a word I say."

We didn't get a chance to say much after that because my parents charged him demanding him to walk a straight line. He just smirked carelessly and began to walk an immensly crooked line. I chuckled out loud. I was so caught up in the moment that I didn't pay attention to the guy getting out of the passenger seat who came to stand beside me. I felt his penetrating gaze bore into me so I turned to see what friend Wesley had with him this time. As I met his perfect light blue eyes I froze. My own personal nightmare. And I would have to be in the car with him.

"Hello Renesmee."

I nodded terrified. "Jacob."

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Love, Tif.