Hey guys! Okay, I know I should be working on "Humans Together" but a plot bunny bit me and wouldn't let go until I wrote this down. Right, so welcome to my next story, which I shall be working on at the same time as "Humans Together" le gasp! Anyway, this is kinda a spinoff of "The Princess Bride" but with the "Twilight" characters and I've added my own twists. Also, can anyone guess Ella's (the sick girl) last name. It isn't "Cullen" or "Swan" but is mentioned in the books. With that challange in place, on with the fic!

DISCLAIMER: I don't even own my own computer,what in the world makes you think I own the Twilight characters or The Princess Bride? I DO however own any OCs, which include Ella, her mom and her grandfather and anyothers I add.

NOTE!: The line means going from book to reality and vice a versa.

The plain italics (blah blah) means it's being read by Grandpa.

This - "blah" means talking (you already know this)

This - 'blah' means thinking (again you know this)

Okay! On with the show!

"Ella, are you awake?" Ella looked up to see her mother walk in. The young girl on the bed sniffled, trying to breathe through her stuffed up nose. Her short hair just barely touched her shoulders and her eyes were half lidded from exhaustion.

"Just barely, but yeah," the twelve year-old said, wiping her sweaty brown hair off her neck. Her mother smiled.

"Well, your grandfather's here to see you." Ella groaned and burried herself under her covers.

"Can't you tell him I'm too sick to see him?" She begged and her mother sighed before pulling the covers off her face.

"You're sick, that's why he's here," her mother said gently as the door opened and an old man with bright blue eyes walked in, holding something wrapped in paper.

"How's my favorite granddaughter?" he asked, ruffling her hair, and she giggled slightly batting at the hand.

"Grandpa, I'm your ONLY granddaughter." Her grandfather laughed and smiled at her.

"All the more reason for you to be my favorite. But, open your present," Grandpa told her, placing the package on her lap. She tore it open to reveal... a book? She looked at the cover. The title was writted in delicate bubble-like letters in red. It showed an image of a brown haired woman on a horse before a entourage of some kind. A palace or castle was in the background.

"'The Princess Bride'?" Ella read aloud in wonder. Her grandfather nodded.

"I read this book to your father when he was sick and now I'm going to read it to you," he told her and she snuggled into her blankets and pillows. "Get comfortable," he advised, opening the book and turning to page one.

"'Kay, ready," Ella said, looking up at him with wide eyes. He laughed and was about to begin. "Hey grandpa? Is this anything like some of my other books?" Ella asked suddenly, holding up a black book with a pair of snow white hands holding a rich red apple on the cover. He looked over the book, read a little bit of the inside cover and he laughed.

"Well, there is some resemblance," Grandpa chuckled. "But, let's start reading. Chapter one."

There was once a small farm in Florin, on the edge of a forest. Living on the farm were two people: Bella, the owner of the farm, and her farm help, whom she called Farm Boy but in reality his name was Edward. What Bella loved to do the most was ride her horse and tease the farm boy. Now, her horse was obediant. He would come when she called and would go where she steered. However, the farm boy was even more obediant. No matter what task she asked of him, he would do it with a simple "As you wish."

Bella walked over to the Farm Boy, who was moving hay into the cows' stalls. "Farm Boy?" She asked, and he straightened, his bright green eyes meeting hers. She pushed her brown hair over her shoulder, and looked at him. "Polish my horse's tack. I want to be able to see my face shining in it by morning," she stated, and he nodded to her.

"As you wish." Was all he said and she left. A few days later, Edward was chopping wood when Bella walked over to him with two buckets in her hands.

"Farm Boy?" He looked over at her, and she held the buckets up. "Fill these with water from the well." He once again nodded to her.

"As you wish." Bella set the buckets down and went inside again.

Time passed and as it did, Bella began to slowly realize things. All the times Edward had said "As you wish" what he was really saying was "I love you". What surprise her even more was that she loved him back, if not more or just as much.

It was a chilly autumn day and Bella was inside making bread. She wasn't very good at it, but she tried her best anyway. The door opened and she turned to see Farm...Edward walking in, carrying firewood. He set it down near the hearth and was about to leave when Bella called him back.

"Farm... I mean Edward?" She asked, and he turned, slight astonishment on his face because she called him his name. Her eyes drifted around, before spotting a pitcher above her hear. "Fetch me that pitcher? Please?" Bella asked quietly and he walked toward her, never breaking eye contact. He reached up and carefully brought it down.

"As you wish," he whispered as he handed it to her. She took it and set in near the window. Edward watched her, before walking to her and embracing her gently. Bella let herself fall into the embrace, not caring about anything else except for the man she loved, the man currently holding her so gently. She looked up, and he met her gaze. The young woman couldn't help herself. She reached up on her toes, and he bent down and their lips met. The kiss was gentle and sweet with only a hint of passion locked behind it.

"CUTE!!" Ella squealed, giggling as her grandfather pulled his fingers out of his ears. "That's so adorable!" She sighed, leaning back into the pillows happily. Grandpa smiled at her; she did seem to like romance.

"Okay, then let's continue."

Tada! Okay, that's the beginning. Tell me if you like it, or tell me if I totally and utterly destroyed it and what I can do to fix it. And I'll continue it. I'll probably continue it anyway, but it is nice to see reviews and to see if people like what I do. Drop a review if you want!

Thanks,

Arear