A/N: This is a story I've been dying to start for a while now, but I wanted to put up Miss Congeniality first. So basically this is about Bella and Edward, who have been neighbors and best friends ever since they were born. But when Edward's family moves to a different location in Forks, they lose connection. A nine year old Bella is left without the best friend she's ever known, trying to wrap her head around it all. Five years later, and she's moved on, but what happens when Bella and Edward find themselves going to the same school? Will they be able to return to the way they once were, two happy friends, or will something nobody ever expected come to be?
I hope you all enjoy!
Chapter One: Angels On The Moon
Prologue
Don't tell me if I'm dying, 'cause I don't wanna know. If I can't see the sun, maybe I
Should go. –Thriving Ivory
Edward's Point of View (Reflecting-14 years old)
"Bella, I-I'm moving." I said, biting my lip, tasting the sharpness of my blood on my tongue. I was leaving. Leaving the girl that I had known for so long. Too long, and although I would be so close to Bella, I knew that once I left, I was cutting her out of my life straight away. I did not have the faintest idea as to why, but I felt as if I couldn't handle it. These emotions I was feeling were just too much for my small nine-year-old mind to wrap around, I knew that much. And I expected her to throw a fit. To be enraged. To hate me for it. And she was. But what I never expected was that she would be a total wreck. That she would crumble to a vulnerable mess at my feet, crying and heartbroken. I hadn't known the hurt I was inflicting on her in that moment, and I didn't care. Well, at least, that is what I have been telling myself in the back of my mind for the past five years.
Bella's Point of View (Reflecting, 14 years old)
"Bella, I-I'm moving." I remembered his voice vividly as the summer before high school started to come to its end. I remembered my pathetic attempt to keep him there, I remember watching him leave me, I remember his empty promise to keep in touch with me, a promise we both knew was just a lie, from the moment the words left his mouth, we knew it was all lies. And once he left, I found I didn't care about him and his bullshit. Well, at least, that is what I have been telling myself in the back of my mind for the past five years. But, to be honest, the reason why I'm sitting here, writing these stupid poems, drawing these stupid pictures in black and white and red, is because of the emptiness I feel. I've gotten over him on the outside, but I never will get over him on the inside. And I'll drive myself to the point of utter insanity in the process.
The cool, collective stare,
turn it on me,
just for a moment.
But with room only for deflection,
No sweet words will be omitted here.
So I'll leave.
I sighed, looking up from my poem, just as I heard my bedroom door rattle with my brother's fist. Lately, I've become a hermit, staying in my room all day, only coming out for meals and necessities. My parents are worried, but by now, I'm too far gone to really care. See what you've done to me? I thought bitterly to Ed-him. I've begun to force myself to do that, only permit myself to think badly of him. I've found it's the only way to get through the never-ending pain he's caused. I wish to see his face just once, but yet I know I'll lose what's left of my sanity. Damn. Why can't I get over this?
Edward's Point of View (Thinking about Bella and School)
Tomorrow I start school. Freshman year at Forks High. Oh boy. Just one more year knowing I'm a failure. And even though so many things in my life could probably testify to the fact that that isn't true, I know in my heart it is. Because even though I am a football star, with good looks and girls following my every move, even though I pass my classes, even though I have a multitude of friends and most of the teenage population of Forks bowing down to me and my brother, sophomore now and football and baseball prodigy, I've failed. I've failed because I continue to ignore the phone number on that stupid piece of paper, begging me to dial the damn thing and contact Be-her- just to say hi. I failed even before that day when my brother came home a few months ago and said, "Hey! Edward! Got Bella Swan's number from someone who goes to her school!" I winced, remembering that horrid day. I had freaked out on him, even though I had taken the number, and had stayed platonic for the next three weeks before being forced by my family to act happy, at least. But just because I act happy doesn't mean I'm not torturing myself inside. I thought about that. I figured, that night, before the dreaded first day at a new school, that the reason why Bella invaded my mind, my heart, and my dreams 24/7, was because I never got any real closure. So, as I made that snap decision to call her, I thought that I would just tell her that I wasn't calling to hang out, to reconnect, or to do anything, except to have some closure from a mangled, useless friendship.
And I was totally confident that that was exactly what would happen.
Until I heard it.
Her voice. Like bells, they ripped open that hole again, and, as I heard her say "Hello? Hellllooo??" Over and over again, I realized that the reason for my pain all these years wasn't from lack of closure. It was from lack of her. I realized that I loved her, all in that moment. And in that moment, as I hung up without a single word, I knew I was totally and completely screwed.
