AN: Don't know if it's good or not. Hope it is. I do love reviews, so feel free to give them. I love reading fanfics, so if you review for me, I'll probably return the favor.

Disclaimer: Unless I get Edward in a box for my birthday, then I don't own the characters of Twilight. Pity.

Chapter 1: Beginnings

I was never much of a writer. I always preferred reading to having to create my own works. My friends loved writing, and I loved supporting them and being their fans. I did sometimes write short stories, or poetry or something for myself. Never did I ever consider writing something for public viewing.

I wasn't surprised when my best friend Rachel signed up to write the school play, and then Dina after her. Let them write, I thought. I would just sit back and encourage them like I always do. Wanting to get to lunch quickly and get off the topic of writing, I tried to hurry them away. Of course, it was all they could talk about at lunch.

"Well I'm thinking a love story, maybe, or something... well I have no clue what I'm doing." Rachie thought out loud while taking her thin, blonde hair down and putting it back up, something she does when she's nervous, or deep in thought. "A fantasy would be nice, a good fantasy love story."

"What, you didn't get enough of Jake's Girl?" (AN: Jake's Girl is an amazing fanfic, written by the real Dina. READ IT.) Dina laughed. "But you're right, a good love story is perfect. A fantasy might be a bit weird for a public high school to perform, but we might be able to pull it off." She glanced down at the cheese and broccoli soup before taking a bite and staring at the ceiling, her brown eyes sparkling.

"We can always come up with something later. Because we WILL be working on this together, right?" Rach demanded.

"Yeahyeahyeah," Dina said quickly. "It will be a group project, the three of us, right Grey?"

"WHAT?" I laughed nervously. "I'm not a writer, I'd just muddle your story up. Really, you can write the play without me." PLEASE let them change the subject. Both of them were always after me to write more, saying that I could write, I was just too shy. I disagreed. Not about the shy bit, but I'm no writer.

"Oh, come ON Grey. It'll be fun, and we'll write most of it. Just try to give us some ideas?"Rach clasped her hands on the table as she pleaded with me, her green nail polish sparkling.

"I don't know," I said, starting to give in. She looked so pitiful, and she knew it.

"Grey," Dina said. I looked over at her and she continued, "If we write this play, Hayden will probably try out for it." Knowing her trick worked, she smiled as she watched my eyes widen. "And the writers would have to talk to the actors."

She and Rach exchanged triumphant looks-- they both knew they had me then. The tempt of Hayden could make me do almost anything. He was an actor with long, dark hair and grey eyes who wrote poetry. In other words, my dream guy. The few times I wrote, they were about him. Short stories, about how he falls in love and marries a girl named Grey, except on the wedding invitations, we'd use our full names: Greyce Carwen and Hayden Maddock. I wrote poems about drowning into deep grey eyes and getting lost in them. I hated to admit it, but I was aimlessly head over heels for the guy. And he didn't even know who I was.

I bit my lip and looked at them. "Do you really think it would work?"

They both started to answer me, but then the bell rang for our next class, trig. I groaned and jumped up, dragging my bag over my shoulder. The last thing my trig teacher, Mrs. Johnson, could stand was people late for her class. We ran as quickly as we could, but we were still the last three in. There were two seats next to each other, and one next to Hayden. Of course, Dina and Rach jumped into the congruent seats, grinning broadly. I slid into the chair, hiding behind the curtain of my hair. I looked at the board: I had already learned the lesson. Good for me, I had a class free to read Twilight for the fourth time. I reached to get my bag and dug through it, trying to find the book, when I felt a sharp prick on my finger.

"Shit," I muttered. I looked down at my paper cut, hoping it wouldn't start to bleed. I've always been terrified of blood and needles-- if I saw either one, I'd pass out. I sucked on my finger to stop the blood while reaching with my other hand to grab my favorite book. When I had gotten it out and had opened the book to my spot, I laughed softly. I was where Bella had gotten sick and was waiting outside the class with Mike when Edward showed up. Talk about irony. I was SO like Bella. I was short, ordinary, and terrified of blood. Except I wasn't in love with a vampire. Just a normal boy. But he was so much more than normal.

I sighed and looked over at him. He was staring back at me, probably trying to figure out why I was laughing. I blushed and went back to my book. Sort of. I ended up sort of dozing off, dreaming that I was Bella and Hayden was my Edward. It really wasn't that far of a stretch. He was pale, taller than me, muscular. All he really needed was color-contacts and good bronze dye job. And, of course to be bitten by a vampire. But I could overlook that part.

I really needed to work up the nerve to talk to him. If our play got chosen, I would have an excuse. It really seemed like the best choice-- I couldn't talk to him by myself. I looked over to see if Rach and Dina were brainstorming yet.

They were. But suddenly, they both looked up at me and smiled. I had to admit, I was a little scared of what they were thinking. Rach folded up the paper they were writing on, wrote a few words on the front, and tapped the shoulder of the boy in front of her. She pointed at me and batted her eyelashes. Dina and I exchanged glances and rolled our eyes. But apparently it worked, seeing as I was handed the note. I read the top and turned to glare at them, but they were busy looking at the board innocently. On the cover of the note, in small letters was written "Having fun over there? XOXO" I opened the note to find a few, really good, detailed ideas for a play. I crossed one out with my pen. It was a love story where the two main characters were named Grey and Hayden. "VERY FUNNY," I wrote. On the bottom of the page I scribbled, "Three way calling later? How's nine? --Grey." I gave the note back to the boy behind me, watched Dina and Rach laugh at my objection, and waited for them to nod at me that the time was good. They did, and I went back to contently reading Twilight, waiting for trig to end.

AN: So. There's the first chapter. And I already have the second one written. I'd just like the first one to be read, please, before I post the second one. And reviews are nice. Very nice, reviews.