Hopefully if I write an epic disclaimer, you'll know Twilight – and all the songs I use – aren't mine, so I won't have to remind you every single chapter.

I own a guitar that I play badly, a very sexy mug that is perfect for my tea, a bright pink keyboard and a dark blue mouse, and every single item of clothing on my floor.

Not Twilight. That all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

6 Months.

You're the direction I follow to get home
When I feel like I can't go on, you tell me to go
And it's like I can't feel a thing without you around
And don't mind me if I get weak in the knees
'cause you have that effect on me, you do

6 Months – Hey Monday

The cold wind blew against me – normal for Forks, where warmth was like a penguin in Africa – whipping my hair around and leaving my cheeks stinging from the chill and the tears I'd shed but not wiped away.

I'd just come from my best friend's house. I had a great time. We talked, we watched TV, we listened to music, we pigged out on the food his mother, Esme, made for us – she tended to cook for an army – and we fucked around with his brother, Emmett.

The only thing that went wrong was her. She ended up ruining the whole day, with one phone call. The cackle-laugh that she was famous for could ruin anyone's day, especially heard through Edward's cell.

So, yet again, I walked home crying my heart out. Only he could make me feel this way. Only he could be so blind. He loved me, sure, but in a sibling way. That's what hurt the most. We would never pass the line over to the more-than-friendsarea.

But I was a glutton for punishment.

Each day, I went through the same thing without fail. It didn't matter whether I was pissed at him or whether I was pissed at the world.

Every day I'd give him love and affection; everything he deserved. Everything she neglected to give him.

But he was clueless. He had no idea I loved him, with every ounce of my being. And he had no idea that his girlfriend, Tanya, was a cheating slut.

Why anyone would cheat on Edward was beyond me.

But for now, I'd be the best friend he deserved. Even if it killed me.

Your eyes whispered "Have we met?"
Across the room your silhouette
Starts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts
Counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Enchanted – Taylor Swift.

1 – I was enchanted to meet you.

Hey there, hot stuff!

Sometimes, my inner monologue got me into trouble.

It was my first day at Forks High School and as I walked into the last class of the day, biology, my eyes landed on the only free seat in the class. It was next to the most gorgeous human being on the planet.

Messy auburn hair, emerald green eyes, a jaw that needs to be licked, a bit of muscle and a lot of height...

Cue panty drop.

He shifted in his seat as I stared at him.

Trying to seem like I wasn't thinking of a thousand different fantasies of the nameless hottie, I introduced myself to the teacher, Mr Banner. He gave me some textbooks and sat me next tohim.

I may have been drooling a little.

"Hey, there."

Holy mother of God! His voice could've been composed by Mozart.

"Hey," I said as I fell into my seat. Yup, fell.

Nice one, Bella. Way to make an impression.

I blushed and he giggled; my cheeks went from pink to crimson. Brilliant.

Oh yeah, did I forget to mention he giggled? My bad. His laugh was even more perfect than his voice.

Either I have a very weak bladder or… you get the idea.

"I'm Edward Cullen." Ahh, so he does have a name. Nice to know.

"Isabella Swan. Bella Swan… Bella." Kill me now.

"Nice to meet you, Bella," he said, ignoring my verbal fuck-up.

I just smiled and nodded to avoid any more word vomit. He smiled sympathetically at me and my stomach was assaulted by an army of butterflies. What is this boy doing to me?

"You too, Edward," I choked out.

"So, are you liking Forks so far?" Apparently he actually wanted to have a conversation with me.

Please let there be no more word vomit!

"It's okay, I guess. Very wet and green. Pretty much the polar opposite of Phoenix. It was a little disorientating at first, but I like it here." A simple 'Yep' would've sufficed.

Edward didn't seem to mind, though. We talked continuously until the end of class. We walked out of the door together, and a high pitched squeak – that apparently was "Eddieeeeeeee" – attacked my ears.

A flash of pure horror danced across Edward's face before he was winded by a blonde cheerleader.

You have got to be kidding me!

Of course Edward had a girlfriend. How could I have been so stupid to think otherwise? My mood suddenly plummeted down as if it fell from the top of Mount Everest.

What the hell? You've known him 2 minutes, girl!

"I'll see you tomorrow, Edward," I mumbled, and hurried off to my car before the tears could fall.

"Are you seriously friends with that new girl?" I heard blondie sneer as I walked off.

The name is, Bella, bitch.

Edward

Why are you putting up with this, Edward? Emmett's words rang through my mind as I sat down at my desk.

I'd known Tanya had been cheating on me for a while now, I just didn't know what to do about it. For now I'd put it at the back of my mind and attempted to concentrate on biology.

Key word: attempted. Because as I pulled my textbook out of my bag, the most beautiful girl I'd ever laid eyes on walked through the door.

Bella Swan. The new kid.

There was a slight wave to her brown hair, she had the deepest chocolate-brown eyes that stared at me like she could see through my soul, a delicate frame, red cheeks on the palest skin I'd ever seen, and pink lips to die for.

Cue rock hard boner.

I wiggled a bit to relieve some tension in my… tent. The beauty of it all was that the only seat available was next to me.

I was really going to enjoy biology this year.

What are you thinking, Cullen? She's human, not your Playboy magazine. And what about Tanya?

Shut up, brain.

But while I was telling myself to shut up, I realized that I was right. I couldn't treat her like she was just something for me to jack off to every night.

Who are you? Emmett? I shuddered at the very thought of being that animal.

Then and there, I vowed to be her best friend.

Talking to her would help, jackass.

"Hey there." Really? That's all you got.

Is it possible to punch your inner monologue?

And then she spoke.

It was like hearing an angel sing. How poetic of you. It was one syllable!

I kept cool throughout the lesson, even though I'd probably have to call a mental institute when I got home.

As we talked, I felt like Bella was slowly stealing the one thing I treasured most – my heart.

She was one of those rare people who actually cared; she cared what I had to say, she cared about what I thought, she cared about her future – she wanted to be a writer – and she didn't care about the superficial things.

She was everything Tanya wasn't. Maybe that was why I was drawn to her.

When the bell rang, my stomach fell to the floor. Back to reality. Back to Tanya.

We walked out the door, laughing, and then I heard it.

The awful sound that I used to find endearing; now it grated against my ears.

She flung her body at me like she was marking her territory. I saw her cast a glance of pure hatred toward Bella. Bitch.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Edward," Bella said. The way my name rolled off her lips did wonderful things to my insides. But the way she sounded upset me. She sounded like all her dreams had just been crushed. She ran off before I could reply.

I slipped out of Tanya's grasp, feeling sick.

"Are you seriously friends with that new girl?" she demanded.

"Yes, I am friends with Bella. Why does it matter?" The way she said it disgusted me.

"Because she's a loser, baby. She doesn't belong with the popular crew. I'm only looking out for you."

Bullshit! I wanted to scream. Instead I just blew it off, made some excuse about being tired or sick, left her standing there in the hallway, and made my way to the parking lot.

"Bella!"

I saw her standing by a rusted red truck, about to leave, but I had something I wanted to say. I ran across the asphalt towards her.

"Sorry about Tanya. She can be jealous sometimes. She thinks just because I'm her boyfriend, that I can't have female friends. But I want to be your friend, Bella. I really hope you can forgive me." Since when do I get a case of word vomit?

"It's okay, I understand. I'd love to be your friend, Edward." She smiled and just like that my life had changed. For the better.

So, whaddya thunk? Raise your hand if you already hate Tanya…

Huge love to my beta xNimC, and my 'ball-of-sex' pre-reader, xxBob360.

I'll update every week if I can; my schedule is gonna be busy after Monday.

Maybe every Friday. :)

xoxo