Bella

'Bella what took you so long?' there was desperation and hunger in Edward's eyes and with every step closer I got I could see them darkening in anticipation.

'I got here as fast as I could,' I said breathlessly.

'Please I can't wait any longer,' he held out his hands pleadingly and I had to smile.

'Just let me get my backpack off.' I started struggling with the straps while Edward danced from foot to foot impatiently.

Finally I managed to lower my backpack to the ground and pull out the bag inside, opening it. Before I knew what was happening Edward had pounced. He was pulling out the doughnuts and shoving one in his mouth, crumbs and jelly adorned his face and I laughed to myself thinking how if Jessica and Lauren could see him now they would faint.

'What are you smirking about?' Bits of food flew everywhere and I shook my head in disgust.

'How if Jessica and Lauren could see you now they would cream their pants.'

'God Bella I'm trying to eat here.' I rolled my eyes, just about every girl at Forks high thought Edward was god's gift, except me that is. Sure he was undeniable good looking but other than that I didn't get it. Maybe I had known him too long or maybe this was another example of how I differed from everyone else, I rarely felt any kinship with my peers.

I moved to Forks when I was six to live with my father after my mom decided to travel the world and find herself. Charlie found it hard being a single parent and I spent a lot of my time with the Cullen's who lived a few doors down. Alice was a year younger than me, tiny, dark haired and full of wisdom. Alice has taught me a lot over the years, stuff my dad would never tell me, about kissing, boys, she even bought me a vibrator last Christmas. I thank god for Alice and her presents, finals can be very stressful and her gift has helped a lot.

Boy's don't hold a lot of interest for me, the ones at school have tried but I think now they are sick of being blown off, well except Mike Newton, that guy can never take a hint. I know Charlie is relieved at my seeming indifference to the opposite sex, I think he hopes I may become a nun one day.

Alice and her older brother Edward have been my closest friends growing up. Their parents, Esme and Carlisle, are like the perfect couple, he's a doctor, and she's stay at home mom and one thing Esme is fanatical about is healthy eating. Charlie, bless him tries his best, he leaves me doughnuts every morning and every morning I take them to Edward, have done for years, the poor boy craves sugar and I guess I'm his dealer.

Don't get me wrong I like Edward; he is one of the most genuine people you could hope to meet. I've watched him turn from gangly, crazy haired boy to the tall, lean god I see before me, the hair is now lightly mussed thanks to gel rather than the mad professor look he used to sport. I remember when Edward first discovered gel, he used way too much, so much you could tap his head and it made a hollow thudding noise like hitting concrete. I guess when you've seen someone pee in the municipal pool and rub their underwear in your face it's hard to see them as a sex object.

Alice is always telling me how perfect we are for each other; it's getting a little annoying now. She firmly believes that the opposite sex can never just be friends but I wonder if she has ever witnessed her brother letting off then grabbing your face to sniff it.

Alice is way off base on this one; Edward has and always will be just Edward, annoying, funny, and occasionally thoughtful but still Edward.

Edward

'Hey I saw you with Bella earlier.' I stopped and turned to look down at my sister, she was like a foot shorter than me and sometimes I found it hard to believe we were related. Right now she was looking at me with her bright green eyes, the one feature we shared, waiting for me to reply. The thing was Alice was convinced Bella and I were perfect for each other, she would always say stuff like 'you sound just like Bella,' she couldn't see that we were just friends.

'She was giving me my daily fix,' I licked my lips remembering the sugar coated goodness that my mom would never allow in the house. I was too scared to go to the shop and buy my own, as I was sure she would somehow find out. Everyone thought Esme Cullen was all sweetness and light but cross her and whoa she was a force to be reckoned with.

'And that's all it was?' Disappointment was clear on her little face and I shook my head smiling.

'Just stop you match making little minx, I like Bella but just not like that.'

'Well there are plenty of guy's who are interested.' Now she was trying to make me jealous but it wouldn't work. Of course I could see how attractive Bella was and I knew Newton would give his right nut to touch her but it just wasn't like that for us.

We had all heard how Chief Swan's daughter was coming to live with him and the first time I saw Bella she was sat on the kerb in front her house hugging her knees. She was a little, skinny thing with brown hair in a lop sided ponytail. She lifted her head when I stopped in front of hair and muttered 'Stare much?' Her brown eyes looked a little sad but we soon started talking, finding we had lots of things in common and nothing much has changed over the years, we still like the same things and tease each other mercilessly.

We both have blossomed over the years, that's the term my mom likes to use when she describes Bella, I think she even harbours some hopes about us getting together. Since I turned fifteen and finally filled out girls have been noticing me but I aren't all that interested. Crowley and Newton like to spread rumours about me being gay, it doesn't bother me really, I've always being a little different so I guess I'm used to it. I have the same urges all teenage boys do but even if the girls are more than willing I have more respect for myself. Just the thought of Lauren or Jessica touching my junk makes bile rise in my throat.

Bella and my sister are really the only girls I can stand to be around for any length of time. That's not to say that Bella hasn't occasionally annoyed me, she has believe me! She likes to mock my need for organisation and sneaks into my room to mess with my cds, they are categorised just the way I want and she switches things around and then grinningly watches my temper tantrum. She also has a picture of me on her phone from when I first discovered gel, I used way too much and looked like Peewee Herman, that's the picture she uses for my number and she knows how much it riles me.

Still she's clever and seems as keen as I am to do well, she's witty if a little sarcastic and she's loyal to those close to her. I remember the time Crowley said something to Alice about been a little pixie, if there's one thing my sister hates it's being called pixie or elf just because she's small. Bella turned around and said 'better than being a fairy,' and kneed him in the balls.

Why couldn't Bella and I just be friends without everybody assuming there was something else going on? Bella was well Bella, friend, sometime pest and the girl I once saw projectile vomit about three feet, it's hard to imagine kissing someone after you have seen that.

A/N This is a new story, more along the lines of how love can grow rather than the usual instant attraction I have written about before.

This is short but the subsequent chapters will be much longer. Next one should be posted tomorrow.

As ever I would love to hear your thoughts and if you think this is worth continuing.

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