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BPOV:

You'd think that after knowing someone for over half your life you'd feel comfortable enough to tell them how you felt, right? Well, not for me. I've known Edward Cullen since I was 7.

We moved next door to him and his family. He has an older brother, Emmett, who I love to bits. He's the older brother I never had. Edward's sister, Alice, is one of my best friends.

Then there are his parents, Esme and Carlisle, who are practically my second parents. I have my own parents, Charlie and Renee, who I love, but Carlisle and Esme, especially Esme, act more like my parents than poor Charlie and Renee.

Finally, there's Edward. How do I begin to describe Edward? It's not easy to portray his beauty and kindness and overall perfection with just words. He's my best friend. There isn't anything I couldn't tell him. Except for one thing.

I'm completely and hopelessly in love with him. The problem is, he has no idea and I have no idea how to tell him. I'd ask Alice for advice – her and her boyfriend, Jasper, have been together for years – but I'd never hear the end of it.

Worse still, I know she'd tell Rosalie, one of my other best friends and Jasper's twin sister. Rose would definitely know what to do, she and Emmett have been together longer than Alice and Jasper, but she'd never let it go either.

As I sat there, wallowing in my dilemma, a car horn sounded from outside. It was 7:30am on Monday morning. Edward drove Alice and me to school on his way to his and Emmett's school.

Alice, Rosalie and I went to an all-girl school and all three of us hated it. Esme and Renee had been insistent upon us becoming 'young ladies' and that we were sure to do better without the distraction of boys.

Yeah right. They both know full well that Alice and Jasper have been going out since before we started high school, as have Emmett and Rosalie. Charlie, my father, was eager to postpone my interest in boys for as long as possible.

If only he knew.

Edward, Emmett and Jasper went to the all-boy school a block away from ours. Emmett was a year above the rest of us, but fit in nicely due to his lack of maturity.

I picked up my bag and put on my hideous school blazer, which we are forced to wear and ran down the stairs to meet the others in Edward's Volvo.

"Morning, Bella." Edward smiled his breathtaking crooked grin. I momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Hey. How's everyone?"

"Great! Hey Bells, did you finish that maths homework? Raffety is gonna kill us if we haven't finished by today." Alice spoke in her high, musical voice.

"Yeah, I did it. Nearly killed me, but I managed. Can we not talk about maths, though? It's Monday morning!" Alice laughed and changed the subject to a pair of shoes she had bought on the weekend, to which I tuned out.

"How was your weekend, Bella? We didn't see you at all." Edward asked me in a velvety voice.

"It was OK. We went to visit some friends of Renee's. She couldn't even remember their names, it's been that long." I laughed at the thought of my loveable but scatterbrained mother, as did everyone else.

All too soon, we pulled up in front of the iron gates of Buckingham Ladies College.

"See you after school. I'll pick you up!" Edward called to us as we headed out to meet Rosalie.

"Hey Rose," I greeted as we finally found her. She was sitting on a bench staring into a small mirror fixing her hair.

"Hi! Come on, let's go. If I'm late again I get detention." We rushed up the four flights of stairs to our lockers, which were all next to each other, mine in the middle.

After suffering double maths with Alice by my side, we headed to the cafeteria for lunch with Rosalie. As we stood in line, we were confronted by the world's two most annoying creations: Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley.

"Well, Jess look who it is," Lauren sneered in my direction.

"Hello Bella. Aw, did you forget to wax again? Your eyebrows are looking a little bushy. Then again, it does balance out the hair!" Jessica taunted.

"I'm sorry, can we help you with something?" Rosalie asked innocently. "We could start by giving you directions to the Chocolate Factory. Willy Wonka must be missing his two bulimic Oompa Loompas. Overkill on the fake tan, ugh!"

Laughing, we picked up our trays and walked away, having again successfully outdone the bulimic Oompa Loompas leaving them open mouthed.

"Good one, Rose," Alice said as we sat down.

"What can I say? I try." We all burst out laughing at her innocent expression.

After a few more torturous hours, the bell finally rang and we were free. I dug my cell phone out of my blazer pocket when I felt it buzzing and opened it to find a text message from Edward.

Hey, I'm here.

Tell Al Jazz is picking her and Rosalie up.

Come soon, I wanna talk to u.

Love Edward.

I stared at the screen, confused. What could he possibly need to talk to me about? Could he- no, no way he can't possibly want to tell me what I hear in my wildest dreams!

"Alice, Edward said Jazz is picking you and Rose up. He needs to talk to me apparently. Any idea what it's about?"

She looked at me and shook her head. "Nope, but OK, let's go. I haven't seen Jazz all weekend! Come on Rose, Emmett will probably be there, too!"

We walked downstairs and out the gates. Alice and Rose said their goodbyes and turned left while I walked straight ahead to the familiar Volvo which Edward was leaning against.

"Hey," he said smiling. "Ready?"

"Yep. What did you want to talk about?"

"You'll see."

APOV:

Of course I knew Jazz was picking me up. Edward had burst into my room this morning muttering something about 'I have to tell her.'

All I can say is it took him long enough. Bella's wanted him for years, I know that. She blushes every time he looks at her. I just hope he doesn't screw it up.

"Why is Jazz picking us up?" Rose asked me curiously. "Come on, I know you know." She added when I didn't reply.

"Edward wants to talk to Bella. As in tell her he loves her talk!"

"'Bout bloody time."

"My thoughts exactly." We laughed as we reached our boys. I kissed Jazz quickly and hopped in the front seat, while Rose and Emmett were making out in the back seat.

Good luck, Edward, I thought as I saw him shut the passenger door of the Volvo and climb into the driver's seat.

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