A/N:

I really hope that you like my story, "Love, She Wrote"!

I would like to thank Merevaik for helping me decide to publish this story on fanfiction!!! 3

Disclaimer: I was inspired to write a story of a girl falling in love with her best friend by the Taylor Swift song "You Belong With Me," so there will be a few aspects of this story that might be parallel to the song. (So this is a semi-songfic.)

Also, the characters in this story are Stephenie Meyer's, not mine, naturally.

I was blanking out. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even begin to squeeze a story out of my mind today. It made me panic a little; I worried I was losing my touch. For me, it usually didn't matter what the situation was, I could still churn out a decent story—especially when it came to love stories like the one I had to write now.

I let my head drop onto my desk and heaved a sigh. Alice would kill me if I didn't have another riveting love story for this issue.

In the midst of my self-pity, I heard a sound from my computer screen. Was it an enchanted fairy that had come through Word Processor to give me a new, magical narrative? Nope, try again; it was facebook chat. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the internet window. How had I forgotten to mark myself as idle?

I expected a message from Alice, hounding me for my story, but to my surprise, it was my best friend Edward, who also wrote for the school newspaper.

His chat message read, ever so simply: "Hey, Bella. What's up?"

Nobody could know I was writing this story, so I had to fudge a lie. "Nothing. I'm bored stiff. Hbu?"

"That stinks. I'm not doing anything either, just hanging out here at home." There were a few moments before his next message popped up. "Hey, do you want to go hang out? I got a couple coupons for the smoothie place in the mall."

I smiled. Edward didn't even know I was having trouble, and he managed to make me feel better. He was one of my closest friends; sometimes I swore he knew me even better than Alice and Rosalie, my best girl friends, did. It had been that way for so long—we had been friends since kindergarten.

I typed in reply, "Awesome idea! Meet you there in ten minutes?"

"Sounds like a plan. See you, Bella." He signed off a moment later.

I grabbed my bag, slipped on my Converse, and shrugged into my favorite sweater before jumping into my ancient, red Chevy truck and driving over to the mall. Naturally, Edward was already there; he always drove too fast.

"Hey, Edward," I sang as I gave him a quick hug.

He smiled a grin that lit up his whole face. "Hey yourself, turtle," he joked, hinting at my taking the travel time of an average human to get here.

I laughed. "Not all of us are Formula 1 racers!" I poked him with my elbow.

"True," he ceded, "but most people at least move faster than frozen syrup."

We spent most of the rest of the day like that; we were having fun, just like always. Unlike always, though, from that time I hatched a new story idea: the heroine would fall in love with her male best friend.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story! Please review!!