Hi! This is kind of my first real fanfic. It's a mixture of a bunch of ideas I've had in my little mind. I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

I've always known. Known what you may ask? That the square root of Pi was 1.774. That the reason the sky was blue was because God knew it was my favorite color. And that I liked other guys. That boxers are way better than briefs. Wait, what? Oh yeah. I am definitely, unwittingly, and totally gay. It's actually funny, that as I admit these words out loud, I could never get the minor shiver out of my system. Ironic huh? Actually life is full of ironies, but I'll get into that later.

Living in sunny California for most of my life, I can tell you, fun in the sun isn't as it's made up to be. The weather is always too nice, and whenever it suddenly drops below 80 degrees, you think it's freezing cold and complain worse than Jane Eyre. I know, right? Grow a pair or something. And that's what I did. As soon as I was entering Junior year, I decided to make my own decision and leave; explore the world out there and find myself. How cliché. But as it turns out, my parents would only let me go, if and only if I went to live a relative. That either meant my Dad's sister in Wisconsin, or my mom's brother in Washington. Deciding there was no way in hell I was going to live in a place known for their cheese, I packed my bags for Washington. I tried to bring my entire closet, but then my mother scolded me; another about parents, they never make sense. I mean it was either bring my clothes with me, or leave them here for no one's use. I guess she's still hoping I'll get cold feet and return home within six months and stop making a "huge mistake". Ouch.

I mean I know it's sudden but it wasn't like my life was memorable in California. Straight A's. Moderate amount of friends. Normal amount of activeness in the community. Choir for church. Piano. But overall, not anything remarkable. Except maybe the lack of a dating life. I'm not saying that I haven't had a boyfriend or anything, just nothing serious.

Anyways, I got on the plane and headed to what was it? Forks? Heh, sounds like a place that doesn't eat soup a lot. As i left the airport, I turned to face my mom and dad.

"Make sure your brush your teeth! And wear clean underwear!"

"Yes, Mother dearest," I replied dryly.

"And if you find a girlfriend, no closed doors!" Oh yeah. My parents don't know I'm gay. It's not like they hate Homos or something. But I'm just... Scared. Scared that they won't accept me for my uniqueness, i guess. As sad as it sounds, I just don't know if they love me enough. ".. And call me every night!"

"You got it"

"Promise?"

"No Mom, I'm going to party all night and drink tons of Bloody Marys while I throw my phone outa the car window, while my friends are kicking in the front seat. Which seat should I take?"

"What?" exclaimed my mom.

"Just kidding mom!" I chided. "I love you."

"And...?"

"And you too Dad."

"Okay champ. It's time. I think they just called your flight." In the background, a petite blonde stewardess was saying somethign about priority passengers boarding first. Of course, my parents still think I'm a little child and placed me on the "unaccompanied minors" list. Story of my life.

As we said our last goodbyes, I looked around before wiping a tear. It's not like I was never going to see them again. I promised I'd come back to visit in winter. Lord know how cold it'll be in Washington. One final wave good-bye as I walked the turn. Wow. I'm actually free. I feel like just so incredibly free. Free to express myself. Free to... just say, "Hey. My name's Edward Cullen. And I'm gay." It's like the door to my cage has been open. Like I could spread my wings, and finally fly. Finally live. However, turns out I flew. And collided. Right into a wall. That wall? It's called love.

So hope you enjoyed the Prolouge! I'm hoping it left you wanting more. I'm hopefully going to work on the next couple of chapters this summer vacation (What else would I do with my life right?) Please review, I love hearing feedback. My writing style is very different, so constructive criticism (Gentle now!) is appreciated :) And it really inspires me when I get reviews sooo hopefully I'm not just writing this story for myself myself out there!