Ok. This is my first story and it might apply major suction, (it might suck) but cut me some slack.
All goes out to Stephanie Meyer!!!
This story is dedicated to my favorite person in the world. xcarliex she helped me with this story and if it wasnt for her, i wouldnt have the encouragement I needed!!! She's an author so check her stories out. THEY ARE AWSOME JUST LIKE HER!!!!!!

Ch 1: The Basics

BPOV

Oh gee. Charlie re-marrying again. Me in this mansion by myself once again. My name is Isabella Swan, aka Izzy. I'm 17 and I go to Forks high. I couldn't ask for a better life. Well, maybe I could. I'm Queen Bee. That's how we rank things at this school. I'm also captain of the cheerleading squad. Charlie's my dad. My real mom, Renee, died when I was 13. Ever since then, Charlie and I don't talk much. He's always out with this girl or that girl. Always clubbing and playing golf. He really needs to figure out what he wants to do with himself.

This is his third marriage this year, and now, I really don't care anymore. He doesn't ask me if I like her. He just dates her for a couple months, knocks her up, and then, BAM! "Oh Bella, I'm sorry. I forgot to invite you to my wedding." Yea sure whatever. More like, "Oh Bella, I don't want to be lonely so I'm going to marry this chick and not care what you say." I hardly even know her. Her name is Victoria. She's 32, old enough to be my sister, has a son named James, and I hate him. Just because he has long hair, and the girls want him doesn't mean he's all that. Now, he's going to be my stepbrother in 2 weeks. Those two have something about them that make my skin crawl. I've seen them before. Somewhere, they were trouble. This should be fun.

I am currently single and I love it. All the guys want me. Now I'm not some stuck up, snotty, obnoxious chick. I'm in the "IT" crowd but nice. I don't judge people on their looks, and what rumors go around. I don't judge people on how they dress. If they don't dress like me, I'll still talk to them. If they have a problem with me, oh well. I tried.

My best friends are Madison Grace and Alice Cullen. I love them to death. I've known Madison ever since I was 10 so she knows basically everything about me. She's one of the prettiest girls in this school. I think she's prettier than me but she denies it. Alice is a shopaholic. She's always hyper and loves to throw parties. Since Charlie's gone, she's gonna throw at least 4 parties if I'm lucky. You never know with Alice. These two girls are the best friends anybody can ask for. I mean I have lots of other friends too, but Madison, Alice, and I, we do everything together.

Madison doesn't have any brothers or sisters but, Alice does. Alice has an older brother named Emmet, whose captain of the football team, Edward, who plays soccer, and a sister named Rosalie. She's adopted into their family. Alice is dating Jasper Hale, one of the hottest guys in Forks. Don't get your hopes up. They've been together since forever, so I don't see them splitting anytime soon. I haven't had a boyfriend in 2 months. Not planning on having one for a while. Not after what happened. I was with Mike Newton, co-captain of the football team, and he's a total ass. He cheated on me with Jessica Stanley. We were friends but after that, I'm surprised I didn't kill her.

So far, Alice is throwing me a party on Friday. 7 days to prepare myself. I know it's my house & all but I don't know if I'm gonna leave my room. I'm not really a party person. I just like the quiet. Sometimes, I hate all of the attention. Yeah sure, popular, rich, pretty. What more could a girl ask for? Me, I ask for people to listen! Maybe I don't want to be "Queen Bee". Maybe I want to read Withering Heights without people making fun of me, maybe I don't want to wear make-up all the time, maybe I like a good McDonalds without being called fat, maybe just maybe I don't want to be IZZY. I want to be Bella, the girl I used to know…

EPOV

Gosh. She is so pretty. Isabella Swan, the most gorgeous girl in the universe. The most nicest cheerleader anybody's ever met. Not stuck up, not a whore like most cheerleaders are, just Bella. The worst part of it is, she doesn't even notice me.

She doesn't want some lousy soccer player that gets nervous every time she's near me. I always make a complete fool out of myself when she's around. My palms get all sweaty, I start to hyperventilate, and I can hardly talk. She doesn't want someone who listens to classical music and plays the piano. She wants somebody like Emmet Cullen or Mike Newton the "TOUGH GUYS". She doesn't know that I could treat her so much better than they do. I wouldn't cheat on her. I wouldn't lie to her. I wouldn't intentionally hurt her. I would treat her as if she were the only girl on the planet. Treat her as my equal. My other half. Not someone who stands behind me, but beside me. Not someone who I can depend on just for pleasure, but for pain. Someone I could talk to. I would give her everything she wanted.

Alice thinks I like her. She's not so sure yet. Every time she brings it up, I deny everything. But come on. Bella's her best friend. How weird would it be if I dated her. Dating my sister's best friend. Not to mention how awkward it would be on Alice. Her best friend talking about her brother like that. How weird would it be if Bella were to show up at our house for a slumber party and she's wearing short shorts…… and oh my gosh I just can't help but think about it. Maybe one day, I'll tell Alive the truth.

My best friend Jasper Hale is an idiot. He goes with Alice and never shuts up about her, and she never shuts up about him. I mean damn! It's ridiculous. Who knows how many years they've been together, and they still find the precious little new things that they adore about each other. After so long, you get sick of it.

I wish Bella talked about me like that. I wish she felt the same way I felt about her. I wish she would just notice how I feel, how I think about her, how I dream about her without saying I'm weird. Without calling me any other name but Edward. She's in my English class and this semester, we have a poetry project. We have to write 23 different poems about someone we care about, family or not, alive or passed. I write about her. I have too many ideas about her.

I: Intelligent

S: Sexy

A: Adorable

B: Beautiful

E: Exciting

L: Loving

L: Luscious

A: Angel

I recently wrote that one. If I dropped these in her locker, would she know it was me? Would she want me? I can't believe this but I have to talk to Carlisle about girls. Here we go…

What do you think? Please review. i'll take anything as signs of improvement. Updating soon!!
~candie~