New story guys. Sorry, but I need a little of a break from that one. I promise I'll get back to it soon!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I groaned.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

I turned over, and looked over at my clock. 3:22 AM.

I'm going to kill Edward Mason Cullen.

"Psssht, Bella!" I heard.

Groaning again, I opened my window and out tumbled Edward Cullen, the love of my life.

He growled, shaking his golden reddish hair, spilling water on the floor.

"Finally," he said, glaring up at me, "It's raining, in case you weren't aware."

I turned on my heel and hopped back into bed, closing my eyes and facing away from him.

He chuckled and sat on my bed, taking my hand and putting it in his.

"Bellllllla!" He whispered.

I sat up and glared. He covered his mouth in laughter as he took in my disheveled appearance.

"Charlie or Emmett will hear you," I said, my voice rising in anger.

He kissed me on the cheek and grabbed my hand, pulling my hand and lifting me towards the window.

The moon showed his entire form, all 6' 3" of him. His tight white shirt hugged his muscles, his long black jeans barely exposed.

He stretched, lifting up his shirt and showing his hip bones.

I gulped, still a little peeved he woke me, but happy to be with him anytime I can.

He grinned, "Well, now that you're up little reb, what do you say we go joy-riding?"

I giggled a little. "Remember how much I got in trouble last time? Renee almost bolted my window."

He pouted, "Stop acting like your 5. Come on, you 18 today! Make it worth something!"

"You were 18 yesterday," I pointed out.

"So technically I'm a legal adult, and as a part of my rights I am allowed to kidnap," he said, swinging his legs over my window and jumping down.

I opened my mouth to correct him, but closed it again. Why was I arguing my time with the most wonderful man in my life?

OOOO

When I was seven years old, my twin brother Emmett and I were playing in the backyard. We were climbing the big oak tree in my backyard; the biggest in the entire neighborhood. It canopied over our house like a shadow and was the perfect tree to slide down if you wanted to sneak out.

Emmett was calling over his shoulder, halfway up the tree, when I slipped. I felt my leg snap as I tumbled down. I closed my eyes, and braced for the ground, but I never felt it.

I opened my eyes and was covered in a pile of leaves and someone's arms around my waist. A skinny boy with reddish-gold hair sat up and groaned.

"BELLA! Bella, oh god Bella, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Emmett was yelling.

I giggled at the boy and at Emmett. The boyy smiled when I laughed and slowly held his hand out.

"Edward Mason Cullen!" He said proudly.

I shook it, "Isabella Marie Swan," I said, "Thanks for saving my life."