Title: Desires

Summary: I close my eyes and picture the perfect world without hate, seduction, sins… But then there wouldn't be us. You know they say that the two of us pay money for everything. They are wrong. So wrong. For everything really significant we pay with pieces of our soul.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: M

Fandom: Twilight

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. I just hope that it'll be unique.

"Speaking", Flashbacks, Writing.

Prologue.

People say that when we're dying we see all our life playing in front of us. They lie. Lying on the cold marble floor in the hall I can only think about you and me, us. No, not memories, but just us.

Then I think of everyone else. They don't trust us because they don't know who we are. They can't touch us because we're too high for them. We can't touch them because we're too low. But in the end it's all about us.

Chapter 1.The first day of our life

Chapter summary: And it all started with a ribbon and a kiss.

Music:A Smile and a Ribbon – Patience and Prudence; You've got a friend in Me - Disney

A small girl was twirling in front of the mirror checking her clothes up carefully not to miss any detail. She wanted to make a good impression on her new teachers and her new classmates. She put a ribbon in her hair and ran downstairs to her mother.

A small boy was standing in front of the mirror and he didn't like what he was wearing even one bit. A sweater and jeans. He couldn't stand those. He had ten minutes before his nanny would arrive and he surely would look presentable today.

The small girl looked around. Grey Preparatory School looked ancient and beautiful, it had a large playground and a small park and the beautiful building where they would be studying was just like a castle from fairytale. And the small girl knew that she would be Grey's princess.

His nanny was whining again and he couldn't listen to her anymore. It was just too much. At least he got to wear what he liked – white costume and blue shirt. He' was going to go in that stupid school, spend there six hours of his life and go home. Nothing would change.

She was twirling in the sunlight and enjoying other girls' jealous looks. And she twirled, twirled, twirled and then fell down. Her beautiful dress was dirty and her hair was slightly messy. She was shocked, but then she laughed because she was still looked at with jealousy and she was beautiful, beautiful...

He was sitting on the bench far away from kid – loud and annoying. He wanted to read a book his mother left for him but he couldn't because all the noise was getting to him. He looked up to observe other kids – a dark haired boy in a colorful T-shirt, a girl with blond hair and blue eyes (such a cliche), then there were two identical kids – a girl and a boy, both redhead, both green eyed. A blonde boy and a dark skinned boy were talking to the girl with fair hair and brown eyes, a brunette and a girl with caramel hair. And then he saw her. She was small, smaller than most kids. She was twirling and then she fell and started laughing. She was really weird, but beautiful.

She was sitting on the ground when she felt someone looking at her. She saw a blonde haired boy with greenest eyes she'd ever seen. He was alone and had a book. He didn't look too pleased. She decided to go up to him but then the bell rang and she forgot everything about her intentions, the only thing she could think at that moment was getting her teachers under her small heels.

He sit through all the lessons and he's bored. Bored. BORED. He couldn't care less about drawing some stupid flowers and some stupid sun that no one in New York could see. And maybe his nanny would scold him later because he had been lazy and did nothing in school. He was bored and lazy and just a little hopeful to see that girl, lonely girl.

He sit on one of the benches and waited for his nanny or mother to pick him up. They forgot again. But it was alright. Usual.

She was sitting on one of the benches and waited for her mother, but no one showed up. She started worrying about her mother. She was never late.

Their mothers walk in together laughing and talking about fashion, houses, kids. They both ran up to them and both glared at each other for no reason. He was glaring because she was glaring. She was glaring because he was glaring. It's difficult.

"Dear," the small girl was patted on the head, "this is Mrs. Whitlock and her son Jasper"

She smiled because it was that lonely boy that she wanted to talk to.

"Honey," Jasper grimaces at the nickname, "this is Mrs. Swan and Isabella"

Jasper smiled at the girl, after all she was that girl, the lonely girl who he was interested in.

Their mothers didn't react to the tugs on their sleeves given by their children and they proceed to talk about their next shopping trip.

"Want to play?" asks Isabella looking at Jasper. "I'm bored"

"I'm too, but that doesn't mean that I want to play. So, sorry, I don't," saying that he was looking at her.

"Don't be a bore!" whined the small girl looking at him with her puppy dog eyes.

To her utter shock he didn't even flinch. No one resisted her before. No one was able to say no to her doe eyes. And this small boy! The nerve of him!

At the fit of anger she pushed him on the ground and snatched his book.

"Catch me!" she cried out running from him as fast as she could. She didn't want to be caught, because her mother would probably give her a big lecture.

He was bewildered. No one dared to push him like that. That stupid, silly, rude girl. And she took his book. Oh, she would be sorry. So sorry. He ran after her as fast as he could. His precious book, he was sure, was in grave danger...

She hid behind a tree and checked her hair – they were free from the ribbon...

He was running to the tree she hid behind, he was not that blind. Then suddenly he stopped noticing a bright spot on the ground – a bright red ribbon was lying there. But it was that girl's ribbon... He would be better and return it to her, because she was a girl and they liked their clothes.

She glanced from the tree and saw the boy standing just in front of her.

"It's yours," he said giving the ribbon to its rightful owner.

The girl smiled sheepishly and took it giving him his precious book back. He watched how she struggled with making her ponytail and he sighed, because he didn't want to help, but his father taught him better. He grabbed the ribbon, gave her the book and made a little messy (but still more accurate) ponytail.

She touched the ribbon and it was there. She loved this ribbon – it was the most cheapest, simplest things that she owned, but it was a present... it brought tears to her eyes. And when she thought she lost it, the boy, no, Jasper, returned it. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek.

"Call me Bella"