Sorry I'm totally new to this! And not really sure what works and what doesn't :S
Just something I played around with Edward and Bella growing up together, hope you like the first chapter :)
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MEYER.
Bella's 6 and Edward's 7.
"Mom, I don't feel very well!" I whimpered from the back seat of the car sniffing. My attempts at staying home never usually did me any good. My mom could always see through my pretences.
"Come on, it will be fun!" She said cheerfully as we nearly reached Dr. Carlisle's house. Every summer from June to September I had to go through the torture at staying at one of my mom's closest friend's house whilst she visited relatives in England. I had to face the ordeal of spending day in day out with Edward Cullen. A boy who was a year older than me, he was always in charge. I remember the first sentence he said to me was 'this is my house so my rules snotty girl' before sticking his tongue out at me and ramming me in the foot with one of his toy soldiers. No matter how hard I begged Mom not to send me she would tell me he'd grow out of it soon enough and grow up. I just frowned and packed everything into my little backpack and slipped on my cool Dora the explorer trainers.
She pulled into their street and I bit my lip hard fighting the tears as I saw the front of their house. My hands fidgeted with the bracelet I had worn ever since I first started coming here, Mom had bought it me to make sure I had a little piece of her with me all the time. And I loved her for it. She stopped the car and came and scoped me out the back into her arms carrying me to the front door.
"Mommy" I whined in her ear, I think she chose to ignore it. She tapped on the door and I frowned at her for doing so. I heard a few footsteps and then the door flung open. Dr Carlisle stood at the doorway.
"Renee! Bella! Come in!" He smiled his pearly white smile. He still had the same blonde hair, pale face, bright green eyes he'd always had. Mom stood me on my feet and took my hand leading me into the front room. It was still the same as it had always been. Carlisle took my backpack full of clothes and everything else Mom had crammed in there for the summer and set it on the table.
"Thank you again for this Carlisle." Mom smiled at him almost an apologetic smile for the inconvenience.
"No, no, the pleasures all mine, she never causes me a bit of bother this young one." He ruffled my long hair and smiled down at me. He never changed.
"And you can ring me anytime! You know that! If anything happens you know how to reach me."
"Yeah, she'll be fine! Don't threat." I looked up at my mom, desperation in my eyes in that she could just pick me back up and take me back home.
"Now," she knelt down face to face "you be a good girl okay?" she nuzzled her nose against mine, and smiled at me. I knew that sentence I knew the true meaning was to not start crying and hurt Dr. Carlisle's feelings.
"Yes mommy." I threw my little arms around her and hugged her tight one more time.
"Oh great, another summer of you!" Edward walked into the front room. Carlisle had departed and gone out into the garden just before Edward had entered. Edward hadn't changed either. And that was a bad thing. His brown hair still extremely short on his head, pale faced and green eyes just like his Dad.
"Yes, another summer of me" I stuck my tongue out at him.
"You can't stick your tongue out at me! I'm the oldest, you should respect me!"
"Should not" I grumbled narrowing my eyes at him.
"Should to!"
"Should not!"
"Should to!"
"You're just a silly little boy! You act even younger than me!" I pulled my trainers of and walked out the room swinging my hips in the way mommy did. With pride! I placed my shoes by the front door along with the other pairs. Edward was still standing by the living room door.
"I may be a boy, but boys are faster than girls!" He gave a smile that said 'I dare you to prove me wrong!'
"Boys aren't faster than girls" I snickered.
"Are too"
"Are not"
"Are too"
"Are not!" I stamped my foot. I looked at the stairs as his did at the same time, a second passed and we both lunged for them racing to his room, his foot passed through his bedroom door a second before mine did.
"Told you!" He sang in a mocking way.
"You cheated!" I put my hands on my hips not willing to admit defeat from a stupid boy! No boys in the playground ever beat me at a race...except a few.
"Did not! I won fair and square and for loosing" he emphasized the word and I narrowed my eyes at him "you can sleep on the floor!" Me and Edward always had to share his room. There was no guest room and I certainly didn't want to share a room with Dr Carlisle's snoring! We always used to sleep top and tail, I hated it! But at least it was warmer than the floor!
"NO WAY! I'm going to tell your Daddy!" I shouted at him.
"Are not" He frowned, his eyebrows pulling together. But behind the anger which flared in his eyes I could see despatation.
"Are too" I turned and darted for the stairs running down them with such force my ringlets bounced up and down on my shoulders. I skipped the last stair jumping on the floor swinging round the banister and heading for the French door leading onto the porch to the garden to where Dr Carlisle was located. I felt Edward's presence behind me the whole time but this time I had won the race. "Dr Carlisle, am I going to have to sleep on the floor?" My breath was heavy after the mad rush to reach him before Edward had time to grab me. Dr Carlisle turned shocked to hear my voice.
"Why no Bella, you'll sleep in Edward's bed like you always do." He winked at me like most adults did as a sign that I was to feel comfortable here. I grinned and turned on Edward behind me with a cheeky smile.
"See!" I wrinkled my nose at him and shook my head in a cheeky way too. I laughed and ran back into the house. Edward stayed outside luckily, probably trying to persuade his Dad into making me sleep outside in the cold. He was mean like that. A mean boy. A stupid mean boy who thought he was faster than me, when he wasn't. But Dr Carlisle wouldn't let me sleep outside he wasn't a mean boy like Edward was.
That night I brushed my teeth and Dr Carlisle sat me down to brush my hair before bedtime. I had my favourite slippers on swinging beneath me as I swung my legs back and forth.
"Dr Carlisle?"
"Yes Bella." He said from behind me. I hesitated.
"Do you think Edward will ever grow up?" I asked sourly. He chuckled.
"He's still young, and you've matured very quickly for your age. And boys take a lot longer to mature than girls. So in time yes." At least that was something. At least I wouldn't be stuck with the same boy that was sitting up stairs now for years to come. I had some hope. He finished brushing the last ringlet that winded back up to its usual curl before setting the brush down.
"Bed time for you, young lady" He patted my shoulder and I jumped down of the chair and headed for the door swinging my newly brushed hair behind me.
"Goodnight Dr Carlisle" I said sleepily. I have to reach my legs up a bit when I climb these stairs, not because I'm too small! But because I just have little legs. I went into Edward's room and climbed under the covers my head at the feet end. He was still brushing his teeth so I savoured the few minutes before I had to be joined with his unwanted presence. He finished and came into the room I heard his frustrated sigh he found me in the bed and not on the floor. He got in anyway and after giving me a hard kick which nearly sent me on the floor which I think was what was what he intended, he fell asleep. I followed soon after.
August:
Weeks passed, days and days of playing stupid games in the garden, which of course Edward picked. I never got to pick what game we played. We played stupid games like 'army travellers' I always had to be the man who carried the bags while Edward shot at imaginary men. He seemed to enjoy it which I couldn't understand why. Shooting nothing into thin air?
"Hand me my gun quick their everywhere!" He looked at me frantically his hand extended for his 'rifle'
"Who are everywhere Edward?" I rolled my eyes at him placing a hand on my hip.
"The men!" He shouted pretneding to duck from nothing.
"What men?" I sat on the floor with my arms folded while I watched him punching and kicking the imaginary men, he had to use his feet and fists since I had refused to give him his 'gun' he looked over at me and muttered something about 'no imagination'.
First chapter done, review, any advice is welcomed but this deffinatley ISN'T my best work. Just something rough that I did
Thank youu. :)