A/N: So this is my first story, I know it's not the best so far. It's also pretty short, but chapters in the future will be longer. I'm open for feedback and suggestions! Thank you for reading. All characters belong to the works of Stephenie Meyer from the Twilight Series.
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The air around me was cozy, almost making me forget the pounding rain outside my window. I lay with my back against the headboard of my twin bed, watching dust particles fly around my room. My eyes had been following a specific particle for a few seconds when I heard a loud bang downstairs.
I ran down our wooden stair case only to find Renee, my mother, standing in the middle of our kitchen eyeing the frying pan lying on the floor. "Oops." I heard her say under her breath as she reached for paper towels to clean up her newest concoction. I joined her and tore off a few more from the roll to help wipe up the syrupy liquid. Mentally rolling my eyes, I questioned "What have you made this time, mom?"
"Well it was my attempt at fried koolaid, but you see how well that turned out.." she muttered. Fried koolaid? Sometimes I really wonder what goes through her mind, I thought, chuckling to myself. "What are you up to Bella?" She asked, to which I told her about my plans with Edward.
Edward Masen had been my best friend since as long as I can remember. Our mothers were pregnant at the same time and became best friends in the process of picking out baby clothes and names for us. They vowed that their kids would be best friends growing up, and I guess it worked out! Now the rest is history.
"Edward and I are going to hang out," I told her " listen to music and whatnot." I saw a mischievous glint in her eye that I was all too familiar with. She and Edwards mom, Liz, were always plotting ways to get me and Edward together. I rolled my eyes outwardly now, showing my mom that it was never going to happen. She looked away and I could tell she felt content with herself, but Edward and I only hang out because we are best friends, nothing more.
I ran ran back upstairs to get myself ready before heading to Edwards house. I brushed my wavy brown hair and parted it to the side in attempt to look presentable. What will I ever do with my hair, I thought, frustrated, throwing my hair up into the usual ponytail. I pulled on some jeans and my favorite dark blue tee along with my rain boots and jacket.
I walked down the hallway and saw my dads plaque hanging on the wall, In loving memory of Charlie Swan, Chief of the Forks Police Department 2005-2009, it read. A small smile came across my lips as I remembered my father who was shot and killed in a bank robbery. I miss him so much. Skipping over steps, I made my way to our front door grabbing my umbrella and heading out into the rain.
"Bye mom!" I yelled, closing the door behind me. The walk to Edward's wasn't a long one, our houses were only three down from each other. Thoughts of my dad accompanied me on my journey. The blue house that I had seen so many times before was in front of me. The roof which was once white was now yellow, and I could see the dent in the house from where Edward's other best friend, Emmett, had run into it when we were kids.
There was mumbling from inside and suddenly the door opened to Edward with has dazzling crooked smile, "Bells!" He exclaimed and pulled me into the warm atmosphere of his home. Something seemed a little off about him..
Why does he always smell so good? His scent distracted me from whatever it was I was thinking, so I just sectioned that away for later.
His embrace made me feel at ease almost instantly. I hugged him back with all the strength I could muster and it still didn't seem to affect him. Emmett and his girlfriend Rosalie came around the corner at that moment, Emmett cleared his throat, "Should we leave?" he said with an evil tone in his voice. Not him too I thought, distancing myself away from Edward. I felt a blush on my cheeks, half of my blushes I can owe to Emmett and his meddling.
Edward glared at both of them for a moment and then pulled me up the stairs. I could hear Emmett guffaw his hardy laugh as we climbed the steps to his music room. Walls of CD's surrounded us when we entered the room, with a grand piano in the center. Edward put on some Debussy and sat down on the little orange couch in the corner. He gestured for me to come over, so I sat down next to him.
"Bella, there's something I wanted to tell you."
Oh god, I thought, I knew something was weird about him.
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A/N: Yay! First chapter is done. I just wanted this to be a short introduction to tell you about the characters and give a little background information.