Hello there all you peoples!!! This is my very first Twilight fanfic, so I reallllllly wanna know how I do.

This chapter is all in Edward's POV, but I'm not sure if I'll do his POV for the whole story. If you think I should do a Bella POV, then just review and tell me.

Anywho, I hope you guys like it!!!! :D

Bella, Bella, Bella.

That was the only thing on my mind as I drove with reckless abandon down the rain-slicked roads.

Though my eyes were on the winding trails in front of me, what I was actually seeing was so much better. Bella's face when she laughed at one of my stupid jokes and corny pick up lines; Bella biting her lip in confusion, her brown eyes wide and full of untapped secrets.

If anyone could read my mind, they would have considered me mentally instable. In fact, I'm pretty sure I WAS crazy. I hadn't seen this girl in years. Three years, four months, and seventeen days to be exact. Not that I was counting or anything.

I hadn't seen Bella in years and she could still make me feel like I was soaring while simultaneously making me want to bang my head against a wall. Sure we had talked on the phone, IM'd on the internet, hell, I had even mailed her some letters, but nothing would be able to compare with being able to see her face.

That face that was so innocent and yet so sexy at the same time. Her big brown doe eyes that I got lost in whenever she looked at me. Her full lips that just begged for me to kiss them. Hair that always looked slightly disheveled, like she had just had woken up. She had the kind of internal beauty that some guys just didn't see at first. All they saw was a potential fuck buddy. But if they looked closer, they'd see that her eyes are full of intelligence, and that she's always carrying around a book, usually a classic. She isn't just some dumb bimbo, quite the opposite. She's the sweetest and most caring person in the world and I am completely and utterly in love with her.

And you know what? I haven't even told her yet.

Don't give me that look, you unfeeling bastards. You don't even KNOW how many times I've tried to tell her. But, especially after she left for culinary school and I got accepted into Harvard, I haven't had any time. And the time I do spend talking to her is never face-to-face. I don't want to tell Bella that I love her over the phone, that's stupid and juvenile. So this car trip was the perfect opportunity to tell her.

You're probably wondering how I know Bella. Well, it all started when she moved to Forks, Washington, my home at the time.

(A/N Ok, I've never done a flashback or anything before, so just bear with me. Italics is the flashback, and no italics is when its back in the present)

Her father, Charlie, was the chief of police—in fact, I think he still is—and he told everyone who was within earshot about how his wonderful daughter was going to come and spend some time with him. I must say that after a while, it got quite boring, so I didn't realize that Bella was actually here until I saw her walking in the halls.

The moment I saw her, she took my breath away. Not just because of her looks, although that was part of it. No, the way her voice cut across all the noise so I could hear the musical words flowing out of her mouth. It was amazing. Of course, I knew right then and there that I would have to get to know her better.

I don't know what I did, but some kind of karma got back to me because when I walked into biology, I saw her sitting in one of the many empty seats in the class: that just so happened to be right beside me.

I remember exactly what she looked like that day.

Her long chocolate brown hair spilled down her back and shoulders, and she was wearing a beautiful dark blue shirt that set off her creamy skin perfectly. Her big brown doe eyes were wide as they took in her surroundings. She was unconsciously biting her bottom lip as she looked around, and her right hand was twirling a lock of hair around one finger absentmindedly.

From the moment I walked in the door, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She was like a magnet; drawing me closer and closer without my even realizing it until I was at my seat, sitting down.

When she heard my chair scraping against the floor, her head shot up and she looked absolutely bewildered for a moment, until her cheeks took on a light shade of pink and she stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't realize anyone was sitting here. Um, I-I'll just move." She started gathering up her books before I could get one word out, so I grabbed her arm gently and pulled her back to the table. I smiled at her, trying to be charming.

"It's no problem really. In fact, I've been getting lonely over here. You're Isabella right?"

I saw her wince when I said her name. What did I do wrong? Did I not pronounce it right? Did I get the name mixed up with someone else's?

"Please, call me Bella. Isabella's just so…I don't know, formal?"

I sighed in relief. "OK then, Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too, um…"

"Edward. Edward Cullen."

"Edward." When she said my name, I felt a tingle go through me and felt my lips twitch upward a bit.

She smiled then, and it made my entire world light up. I couldn't help but smile back. A real smile, not an 'I'm-just-trying-to-look-happy-even-though-I'm-really-not' kind of smile. This was a full blown grin, and I could tell that I didn't use it as much I should, because my muscles protested. Oh well, I would be using my smile a lot more now that Bella was here.

We continued talking throughout the rest of biology. She was utterly fascinating. With her quirky comments and easy blushes, I was never once bored or tired of our conversation.

But, of course, the end of biology came all too soon.

I sighed and got up from my seat, preparing myself for lunch with my family.

I glanced up and saw Bella looking at me when, suddenly, an idea popped into my head. Before I could think about what I was doing I opened my mouth and said, "Bella, would you like to sit with me and my family at lunch today?"

She looked surprised at first, but a smile soon spread across her face, like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.

"Sure. I would love to."

I couldn't help but be excited. Although my family was by no means normal, they were energetic and easy to love. I couldn't wait for Bella to meet them.

I walked with her to the cafeteria, noticing how she would occasionally stumble over her own feet. Hmm, I would have to make sure she didn't fall and hurt herself.

After we went through the lunch line, I led her to our table and introduced her to my family.

Alice Cullen was first of course. The bundle of energy with the spiky black hair and tiny stature that you absolutely couldn't help but love, no matter how annoying she got or how damn early she woke you up. She was actually my cousin, and had come to live with us after her parents had died in a car crash when she was only five. Carlisle and Esme were as much her parents as they were mine. Beside Alice was Jasper Hale, my best friend since we were both in diapers. His shaggy blonde hair and lanky limbs made him a heart-throb at the age of 14, but, unfortunately for all the ladies, he and Alice had been dating since they were practically 13 years old. Jasper's mother, had moved away to be with Jasper's step-dad when he was ten, but he had absolutely refused to go with them, instead deciding to move in with me.

On the other side of the table, were Emmett Evans and Rosalie Long. (A/N I totally just made those last names up. They don't sound right, but that was the best I could do. Please don't hate me) Emmett was a big bear of a guy, who looked mean and scary, but of course, looks can be deceiving. He was actually one of the funniest and most gentle people I've ever known. That didn't mean he couldn't beat you up, but he would only use his muscle when provoked. Emmett had wound up living with us, when he moved here from California. Apparently, his dad had gotten tired of him, so he sent him to live with one of his friends. His friend just so happened to be Carlisle. And finally, that leaves us with Rosalie; the blonde bombshell that had all the guys drooling the minute she walked in the door. Rosalie's story was a sad one. Her father was an alcoholic, and a bad one at that. One night he had come home, drunker than usual, and beat her. Then, he raped her. She was 12 at the time. She didn't call anyone, didn't tell anyone, and it kept happening until she and Emmett started dating in the 11th grade. When Emmett found out about it, he fixed it. I won't go into any details, but let's just say that it wasn't pretty. As soon as Esme found out what happened to Rosalie, and that she didn't have any place to live, she immediately invited her to stay with us—after all, we had plenty of room.

So that's my family. Although we're not all blood-related, they are my family and I love every single one of them and when I introduced Bella to them, I could tell that she belonged. She would laugh and blush at Emmett's jokes, listen to Alice's non-stop chatter, she even complimented Rose on her outfit. She fit in like a puzzle piece.

I was pulled from my reverie by the sign for air port parking . My heart beat picked up double-time as I realized that I could be just a few miles away from her.

I turned into the air port parking lot and drove around aimlessly until I found an empty spot. It took me two tries to get the keys out of the ignition my hands were shaking so badly.

I breathed deeply, forcing myself to calm down before getting out of my Volvo.

When I decided I had myself under control, I looked in the rear view mirror, trying to see if I was presentable. I took one look at my hair and deemed it completely uncontrollable. There was nothing I could do to it, so I just ran my hand through it quickly, attempting to make it lie flat, but only succeeding in making it stick up more. Oh well, Bella had always loved my hair like this anyway.

I took one more deep breath and got out of my car, walking with long strides toward the entrance. The doors parted before me, like Moses and the Red Sea, and I stroke up to the clerk at the front desk.

"Excuse me," I said, interrupting a woman with super strait red hair, talking on the phone at the desk near the entrance. She looked exasperated until she looked up. When she saw me, her eyes took on a light that I had seen in too many women. She was going to flirt with me. Great.

"Hmm, how may I help you?" she said in a low voice. She was probably trying to be sexy.

It wasn't working. "Could you tell me when the plane from New York will arrive?"

"Sure." She typed some commands into the computer in front of her and popped her gum. I winced. "Actually, it's already landed. Terminal C. You just go down that left hallway there, then at the end of the hall, turn right and you'll see a sign." I nodded my head and tried to leave before she said anything else, but I wasn't fast enough.

"So, if you're not busy later, maybe you and I could do something." I sighed exasperatedly and turned toward her, my eagerness to see Bella was making my patience wear thin. I figured there was only one way to get this woman off my back, but I would have to lie.

"I'm sorry, but I'm actually going to pick up my girlfriend." Oh how I wish that was true.

She looked disappointed, but not surprised.

I quickly made my escape by walking down the left hall quickly. When I reached the end of the hall, I turned right and looked around for Terminal C. I finally spotted the sign and sprinted the direction the arrow was pointing.

I walked into the baggage claim, a big open space with hundreds of people milling around, waiting to collect their baggage.

There was no way I would be able to spot her in this crowd. I pulled out my phone and pressed 1, listening to it ring a few times before her voice answered.

"Hello?"

Even over the phone her voice took my breath away.

"Bella?"

"Who else dumbass?"

I chuckled quietly.

"Well, now that I know you ARE Bella…"

"Spit it out Edward."

"I'm in Terminal C but I don't see you anywhere. Could you tell me where you are?"

Suddenly, I heard a loud voice shout from right behind me, "I'M RIGHT HERE!"

I turned around swiftly, practically giving myself whiplash and saw the most beautiful thing in the world.

Bella was standing there, her bag slung over her shoulder, her phone still pressed to her ear with the widest smile I had ever seen on her gorgeous face.

I couldn't help myself. I yelled out, "BELLA!" and ran straight at her, grabbing her up in my arms, lifting her completely off the floor and twirling her around like you always see in the movies.

Her face was beaming with happiness, her smile wider than ever. I finally stopped twirling her and hugged her close to me, reveling in the warmth of her body pressed against mine. It was the best feeling in the world.

Bell pulled away after just a moment and I tried to hide my disappointment. Her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink and she looked almost—embarrassed?

She stood up on her toes and leaned towards my ear.

"Everyone's looking at us."

I looked around and, indeed, everyone was staring at us. Some of the women had looks that clearly said, "Awwwww," while others looked contemplative, as if wondering how much I loved Bella and if I would be willing to go with them.

The men looked jealous and I didn't blame them one bit. It seemed to me that in the few years she'd been away, she had just grown more beautiful. Her dark hair was longer than I remembered—all the way to the middle of her back—and the shirt she was wearing was a lovely green color with a low neckline. Her pants were dark blue jeans that hugged her ass perfectly, making every man in the place drool.

But all that was nothing compared to her eyes. Her eyes were lively pools of chocolate brown that beckoned to me, making me lean towards her until I was so close I could feel her breath on my face.

I saw confusion, apprehension, and—expectation?—cross her face before I leaned over and kissed her cheek gently. I couldn't trust myself in the middle of a crowded terminal. If I kissed Bella, I mean REALLY kissed her, I probably wouldn't be able to stop myself, and I didn't want to ravish her in an airport bathroom.

As I pulled pack, her face was a mask of disappointment until she forced a smile on her face. It wasn't half as bright as the ones before, but it was still amazing.

"Edward," another tingle ran through my body, just like the first time she had said my name, "I've missed you." She barely choked out the last words before she was crying quietly into my shirt.

Shit. I didn't know how to deal with this. I've never been very good at comforting people. Oh well, I would just have to wing it.

I put my arms around her again and pulled her against my chest, resting my cheek against her hair. I sniffed once and smiled as I realized that she still used the same strawberry scented shampoo that I told her I liked so much. I brought my hand up slowly, and brushed her hair away from her face gently. She looked up at me and I wiped away the tears making their way down her face.

"Shhh, it's all right. I'm here now." I took a deep breath and went on. "I've missed you Bella. You have no idea how much I've missed you." She smiled at me then, the sweet, shy smile that made me fall in love with her in the first place.

And I realized, right then and there, that I was the happiest I'd been since she had left. When she had left, she had taken a big part of my heart with her. Now that she was back, I was complete.

I couldn't wait to tell her how I felt.

YAYYYYYY!!!!!! I LOVE EDWARD!!!! And Bella. But mostly Edward! :D

I'm gonna try and get the next chapter up soon because I got this idea, and its been percolating (that is such a cool word) around in my head until it got so annoying that I just had to make a story out of it. I dunno about you guys, but I kinda like it.

Soooooo, if you guys like it then PLEASE review and tell me. And, even if you don't like it, then review anyway, and give me some criticism or flames, whatever, just REVIEW!!!!

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