It only Hurts When I am Breathing

Full Summary: Edward and Bella had been best friends since Edward moved in across the street when he was 5 and Bella was 4 years old. That was until 2 years later, when Bella's pregnant mom got shot in the back of the head, and Bella just suddenly moves. What if Bella comes back 10 years later with her grandparents after her father was convicted of killing her mom. Bella doesn't remember Edward, but turns out lives right next door to Edwards's new home. What if Edward remembers everything and finds himself loving someone he hasn't seen in years? ExB ALL HUMAN

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight

Edward's Current Age: 17 Bella's Current Age: 16 almost 17

Bella's POV

We are finally moving to nowhere. I can't stand Phoenix since my father got convicted. I can't even go to class without people whispering about my father and I am sick of it. Grams and Gramps said we are going to Forks Washington and newsflash to me apparently that was where I was born. Also that is where my father killed my mom, but we are moving to a different house which I am extremely thankful for. Grams says that I look just like my mom the big brown doe eye's, soft brown wavy/ curly hair, klutziness ,and her same body figure. Sadly I got my dad's alabaster pale skin tone, and the fact I blush like crazy. I can't remember a time I have had real friends, as soon as my father got convicted all of my friends just left me so besides my Grams and Gramps I am alone.

"Hey Grams how long until we are at the house?" I asked looking up from my book. Grams is an elderly woman roughly the age of 65 with steel gray hair standing at 5' 2", she has a face full of wrinkles from age, prominent laugh lines, and crow's feet from all of her smiles.

"Five more minutes' hon." she answered in an old voice that has probably seen many years just like her.

"Okay, thank you" I replied. I turned back to my book. Currently reading Romeo and Juliet for the millionth time, Grams and Gramps have offered to extend my book collection but I don't want them to spend the money on me so normally I would go to the library. Since I was moving I decided to read from a collection I already had. When we pulled up towards our new house I was astonished from what I saw.

Oh my goodness. The new house I was amazingly beautiful it was a gray beige color, craftsman style home. It was three stories tall, and had prairie windows.

"Grams, Gramps how much did this all cost?" I questioned in a quiet voice, which I think they heard. No way is this some old house it has to be at least two years old at the most.

Just as I was going to repeat my question but, louder Gramps responded.

"Bells it doesn't matter, as long as you like it then don't worry about the price." Gramps is 67 years old, 5'7"feet tall, has salt and pepper colored hair, looks like he could ground you any second, truth be known he actually won't do anything.

"So Bells, you have the whole third floor to yourself, which technically is a loft. It has a full bath, so you now have your own bath room. Also, the whole house has furniture that your Grams bought when she went looking for a house; please do argue that it is too much we did it because we love you. The second floor has two bedrooms 1 bathroom, library/study, and a movie room. The first floor, that is where your grams and mine room is, has a bedroom, 1 ½ bathroom, living room, a niche, formal dining room, kitchen, and the garage is around the back." Gramps explained.

I nodded to what gramps said, not willing to complain about how much they spent. "Why do we have so many rooms?"

"Because honey," Grams started, "This place is yours when we pass and we wanted you to have a home for a family."

I just nodded again, with a perfectly content smile. When I was just about to go get my boxes and two bags from the moving trailer I saw a boy about my age coming over.

He is lean but still has some muscle to him; he also has auburn hair that could be considered bronze, the way he wore his hair made him look like he just got out of bed. His eyes were like the purest emeralds you could ever see; just the way they sparkled with multiple emotions was hypnotizing. His towering height is about 6'2" beating my height of 5'6" by at least six inches. The way he is looking at me brought some sort of powerful electricity feeling between us, it took all of my control not to walk closer to him to see if the strength of the electricity got stronger or not. When I finally felt like I could control my reaction to him I walked closer, in doing so a light crimson blush appeared upon my face. I stopped walking when I was no less than 1 ½ a foot away from him. The familiarity I felt with this young man was shocking. I couldn't remember my life when I lived here before. So why does he seem so familiar? I questioned in my mind.

Right when I was about to introduce myself, he began.

"Hello, my name is Edward," his voice sounded like molten honey, so sweet. In that one little phrase he made my knees feel like jell-o, and gave me the need to kiss him like crazy.

Weird.

"H-Hi my n-name is Isabella Swan," my voice broke twice before I could finish, "You can call me-"was all I could get out before he interrupted.

"Bella," he said for me.

"How do you know I went by Bella?" I said suspiciously.

"You don't remember me do you?" He said in a hurt voice. I stared into his eyes seeing how hurt he must of felt.

"No, should I?" I responded curiously.

"We use to be best friends before you left; I lived across the street from you we were at school when your mom died." He replied.

"Oh," no wonder he seemed so dog-gone familiar. "W-would you like to be friends now?"

"Bella I would love to be friends with you; would you like to hug on it or shake hands?" he said in a shy almost quiet voice. But instead of replying I just place my arms around his waist. I couldn't help but feel like I belonged there in his arms, how it was the perfect fit, and how his head rested perfectly atop of my head. I quickly dismissed the feeling saying to myself this is not how friends should feel like to one another.

When we broke apart I looked up and smiled at him. I looked around and noticed that my Grams and Gramps had gotten all of their belongings out of the trailer. When I tried to pull my things out of the trailer I noticed an extra pair of arms come to my rescue. I turned to Edward with a questioning look.

"I figured you like some help carrying these" he said gesturing to the boxes and bags. I nodded in response not feeling like breaking the comfortable silence for just a moment.

A/N: I know the picture of the house for Bella I have on my profile is only two but if you look at it, it can be three so I am putting three.

Please tell me your thoughts.

Tori