Authors note-

So this is Chapter one of One Summer, my all-human fanfic. I hope you guys like it!

Chapter One- Oh boy, this should be fun.

"'Have you been avoiding me?' Derek asked me as I tried to walk away.

'No, why would you think that?'

'Because you haven't been answering any of my calls. Are you okay?'

'Fine. Why?'

'I don't know. You just look really nervous.'

'Listen Derek, about last night… I think we should talk about it.'

'Umm, okay,' he said as he looked around. 'Just not here.'

I looked around and realized that we were in the school parking lot. Not a very good place to talk about something this important.

'Kay.'

We walked to "our spot," the place that we liked to hang around a lot. When we finally got there, I sat down on the fallen tree we named barky, and Derek sat down next to me.

'So?' I could tell he was a bit nervous. What happened would definitely do that to do someone.

'Last night. Like I said before.'

'Oh, umm, did you uh, have fun?'

'That's what I wanted to talk about. We've been dating for a long time, but I still think we went a little too far.'

'Well, why didn't you say something? We didn't have to…' he trailed off.

'I- I don't know.' I looked down in defeat. 'I guess I just got caught up in the moment, and I couldn't- I didn't- I don't know.'

'Yeah, I know what you mean.' We sat in silence for a long time before Derek broke the silence.

'So where does this leave us?'

'I don't know. I think we should probably take a break. Get our heads together.'

'Why? Was what we did really so bad? Was it me?'

'No, you were fine. I just, I can't think. It was all so confusing.'

'We had sex, Bella. Is that really so bad?'

'Well… yes. I don't think that we were ready.'

'Oh, I was ready. I've been ready. Looks like it was you who wasn't ready. I've been waiting for you for forever, and it finally happened, and now you're having a fit. Don't you love me?'

His words hurt me more than they should, and before I knew it, I was crying. 'I don't know! I'm only seventeen! How am I supposed to know?'

'You just are. It's a feeling in your gut. Do you love me or not?'

I bit my lip and thought. It pained me to say it, but I got the word out of my mouth. 'No.'

'Well then I guess I'm leaving. Goodbye, Bella. It was nice knowing you.'

I stood up. 'Derek!' I managed to choke out. After he was out of sight, I sat down on the ground and pulled my knees up to my chest and started rocking back and forth, sobbing his name into my wet jeans.

***

"Bella! Bella wake up! Were here!" I heard the little pixie-like person scream with delight. I opened my eyes and looked around groggily. I was at camp. Finally.

In the seat next to me, my best friend Alice was jumping up and down. I knew she was extremely excited to be here. She looked over at me and her smile turned upside down.

"Did you have that nightmare again?" she asked, concern in her eyes.

"It depends. Can you really call something a nightmare if it's already happened?"

"Yes."

"Then yes."

"Bella," Alice groaned. "You need to get over him. He's stupid. He isn't in his right mind," she tried to convince me, yet again. I rolled my eyes. "Come on. I mean, were at the best camp EVER, getting ready to tune our fine music skills, and after this summer, there's only one more year left. So be happy, and forget about him!"

"Believe me Alice, I wish I could. I just can't get over what he said to me."

"Does it matter? He's gone, history, never to see again. Thank goodness."

Our driver pulled up to the head cabin, but Alice and I stayed in the car. She was still trying to talk some sense into me. I sat there stubbornly.

Alice groaned. "Bella, please? We have this whole summer ahead of us. You need to forget him. Next year we'll be seniors, and the next we'll be in college. And after that, we'll be on our own. Think about it. You have the rest of your life to think about boys. Don't waste time here. Next year is our last year at camp. Please get over him. For me."

I sighed. "Fine. I'll try." Alice squealed in delight.

"Yay! Now let's go talk to your amazing father, for without him, there would be no fabulous, wait. Did Charlie ever decide on a name?"

I laughed. "No. But I think that's why he comes up here so early."

Charlie is my dad. He owns this camp, whatever its name is. Well, it's not just a camp. It's a fine arts camp. A fine arts camp for the gifted and talented. At least 10 kids each year that have been coming to this camp are accepted into Julliard.

Basically, there's 9 summers that you can come here. From the time you're ten, to when you're eighteen. Alice and I have been coming here since 1st year. It's recommended that you start when you're ten, but you don't have to.

Here we have musicians of every kind. We've got actors, and dancers, and singers. I'm a singer, and Alice is a violinist. And there is one counselor that specializes in each different type of art.

You've got Liz, the counselor who works with the theatre kids; David and Gabriel, who work with the musicians; Ruby, the crazy one who does singing; and Julie, who handles all the dancers. Oh, and there's DJ, he works with the deejays. Strange, isn't it?

Everyone here has different courses at different times, kind of like college, but pretty much everyone has style and make-up (run by Ruby), publicity (run by David), and all of the seniors and juniors have one or two college prep courses they can take, if they want.

So, we pretty much have it all figured out. But there's one other thing, we sleep in cabins and eat in a mess hall. So it's not exactly what you would call a 5-star Hollywood camp, but in a way, it's much better.

Since my dad owns the camp, he comes up two weeks early, along with the rest of the staff, to plan things out. I stay with Alice until a day or so before the first day and we have my dad's driver drive us up so we can get the best cabin.

Alice and I walked up to Charlie's office/cabin. We walked up the wooden steps slowly and opened the door. I wasn't really paying attention but from the lack of noise, I could tell that Alice was waiting for a response. I didn't even know she said something.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.

"Well what?"

She rolled her eyes impatiently. "Well do you know who the special guest performer is tomorrow?"

"Oh. Right." Every year for the opening night party my dad gets a famous singer or band to come perform. "Umm, I think it's the Plain White T's. I'm not sure, I'll ask Charlie."

She nodded her head. We walked into Charlie's office and, as usual, he was on his computer. "Hey dad. How's it going?"

He looked up. "Hi Bells. Alice. I'm fine. You?" Charlie wasn't the one to talk a lot. Though he seemed really distant, even for him. He wasn't really looking at us.

"Were good. Trying to recover from the long ride up here. Hey, who'd you get to perform tomorrow?"

"The Plain White T's. Why?"

"I couldn't remember."

We stood there in an awkward silence, until Alice finally got annoyed enough to break it. "Well, were gonna go unpack. See ya, Charlie."

He sighed in relief. "Bye, dad. See you later."

"See ya, Bells. Alice."

We walked out to the car, Alice talking the whole time, of course. We had Lou, my dad's driver, help us with our bags. We loaded them onto one of the carts and pushed them all the way up to our cabin.

"I can't wait till Rose gets here tomorrow. I got these new shades of nail polish that I'm-" she stopped. I looked at her, confusion evident on my face. Alice wasn't one to stop in the middle of a sentence.

I followed her gaze. She was looking at a cabin. Our cabin. The one that we've used every single year we've been coming to camp. Except now it didn't look like our cabin. For one, there were two blue suitcases in front of the door, and three pairs of sandals next to them.

Alice and I stared at it in shock until the two most gorgeous guys came walking out, laughing at some stupid joke.

One of them was huge, with big muscles, and dark hair. The other one was more lanky and he had perfectly tousled bronze hair. They stopped laughing as soon as they saw us. Then they started grinning.

"Can I help you two?" the smaller one asked.

I was about to answer but Alice cut me off. "Yes. I'm Alice and this is Bella."

"Well, I'm Edward. This is Emmett," the bronze-boy answered.

"Yah, that's nice. Umm, you're in our cabin," Alice said coldly.

"You're cabin?" Emmett asked. "I thought it was first come, first serve."

"Not exactly," I answered. "Not for this cabin, anyway."

"This is the cabin we use every year," Alice said angrily.

"And since this is your first year, I suggest that you leave," I said.

"Does it have your name on it?" Edward asked, mocking us.

"Yes, actually. It does," Alice answered

We walked around them into the cabin and pointed to the bed on the far right where Alice and I had carved our names a few years ago. "See?"

They stared at it in shock. Edward quickly composed himself. "Well, I'm very sorry. We'll move into another cabin." I could tell he was trying to flirt with me.

He was really pissing me off. "What are you even doing here? No one's supposed to be here until tomorrow."

"Our parents had to drop us off early," Emmett said. "If that's okay with you, of course."

Now he, was really pissing me off.

Edward quickly counteracted it. "I'm sorry about my brother. He can be a little, rude. But, if I may ask, why are you here?"

"My father owns this camp. So don't try anything. Or else you'll have to spend the rest of the summer with an angry Charlie."

Alice and I left them alone as they moved their things out of the cabin. "Bye," Alice said.

We waited until they were gone to start talking. "Omg. That guy Edward totally likes you. And don't you think Emmett would be like, perfect for Rose?"

I rolled my eyes. "Like I would ever even consider going out with someone like him. But I see what you're talking about. Rose would love him."

Rosalie, Rose for short, was our other friend that we roomed with. Her and her twin brother Jasper started coming here in 4th year. Jasper was Alice's boyfriend. Rose dances, and Jasper plays the guitar and the drums, but he prefers acoustic guitar.

"Totally. I can't wait till they get here."

"You mean you can't wait till he gets here. You don't care about Rose; you just want to make out Jasper."

"Shut up!" she laughed. "I do too care about Rose! I just haven't seen Jazz in a long time!"

"I know, I know. I hear the same thing every year."

"I still really think you should give Edward a chance. He obviously likes you."

"Whatever. Just unpack you're seven million bags and be happy."

A/N:

There you have it! I'm hoping to update in about a week or so. This wont be like Edward's Revenge, trust me.

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