Hi Everyone,

This is my first time publishing here on . This story is MAINLY a work of fiction. Part of it is based on some of the events that happened in my life, and some that I only wish happened. I'd love to hear your questions, comments, suggestions or anything you wish to say. I've got most of the story already written I'm just in the process of re-working some of the chapters so it will be completed soon. I promise you won't be waiting months for it all. It will be 3 - 4 chapters and possibly an epilogue of some happily ever after if you guys want it...we shall see :D

The Characters belong to Stephanie Meyers, but the heartbreak, drama and lemony goodness are all mine.

Please Enjoy.

Chapter 1:

If you asked me two weeks ago if I ever thought I'd spend a lust filled night of pure passion with the man of my dreams, the answer would have been 'Not in a million years!'

But fate has its own ways of making things happen, and you can't argue with fate.

Who is this so-called 'man of my dreams' you ask. His name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen...Yes it is quite the mouthful... We used to be neighbours back when we were kids, well I was a kid, and he was 18 when he moved in with his family so technically he was an adult.

The day he moved in I knew that my life had changed irrevocably. Edward was some sort of Greek God re-incarnated. He was a beautiful male specimen. Wild auburn hair styled in a way that could only be described as 'sex hair', piercing emerald green eyes that were framed with amazingly long eye lashes that would make any girl jealous, a perfect smile that when he truly meant it, was a little bit crooked, that was my favourite smile. And his body! Wow! He had a body that could have been made out of pure marble. He was tall, long and lean with perfectly chiselled abs that you could do your laundry on, sexy shoulders and of course the perfect ass!

There weren't many people under the age of 30 in our townhouse complex so he didn't have too many options for friends, and his younger siblings didn't count considering they were nearly 10 years younger than he was. Basically, he had the option of the 17 year old Mike Newton, that we all referred to as the village idiot, the 21 year old resident lunatic who swore up and down that she could see the future in 'magical visions' also known as Alice Brandon, or the cute and lovable girl next door; Me.

Now, I know what you're thinking...The obvious choice would be me, the smart and sane girl next door. The downside however, I was only 15. In the eyes of an adult I was an underage and still in high school kid. But in my defence I really was quite mature for my age, I had to be. I was often left to fend for myself as my dad worked long hours and when I was living with my mom it was like nothing else. When it was me and her, I was the adult in the house, I had a part time job, and I did most of the grocery shopping and the cooking and the cleaning. So you could say that I easily acted like I was at least 18!

I still swear that it was by some miracle that the truly gorgeous Edward Cullen chose to befriend me. It wasn't always easy though, I think I was the only person in the world who truly understood what Britney Spears meant when she sang 'Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman' because that's where I was trapped.

I was incredibly short, I still am unfortunately. Sadly though, some things never change. I had long chocolate brown hair that fell in natural loose curls down my back and matching doe eyes to go with it. And thank my lucky stars above, I also had great boobs. Thank you Grandma Swan for sending the DD's to me! I was always told that I was quite pretty though at the time I never saw it, I just saw a girl with boring brown hair and dull brown eyes. I was also fairly popular in school and had several friends which in most circumstances would have meant that my life was pretty close to being perfect for someone my age.

That is until you factored in Charlie, my dad who was extremely strict with me; he wouldn't let me associate with boys outside of school. What he didn't know was that most of my friends at school were boys...and considering he was the Chief of Police he sure missed that fact. But Edward seemed to be the exception to that 'no boys' rule though. I never understood why Charlie was okay with the new, older guy spending time with me and not Jasper and Emmet who I've been friends with for as long as I can remember, we were all born within the same week, shared a crib and had our first days of school together, but who knows. We got to high school and things changed, in Charlie's eyes they were suddenly 'boys' and no longer allowed to be my best friends. I was allowed to spend as much time as I wanted with female friends, but truth be told, I couldn't stand Jessica and Lauren, one could never keep her mouth shut and the other couldn't keep her legs shut.

With Edward, it was like a whole different story; maybe it was because Charlie thought that Edward was an adult technically and wouldn't be interested in being anything more than just friends with someone who's still technically a kid. My dad's logic may have been flawed but I was never going to argue with him.

From the day Edward moved in the two of us were always hanging out. We'd spend most days reading books, fixing up his Volvo, or playing on the swings in the park. Just as friends of course, though in reality, that was the summer that I fell in love with him. It was just never something I could tell him, it's not like he could ever possibly felt the same way...

Summer came and was nearly over, Edward's 19th birthday passed and I was back in school. My birthday was fast approaching and my dad decided to throw me a surprise slumber party. He had invited a bunch of the girls from school, some I was friends with, and some who only came because they had heard about the 'hot guy next door' and wanted to catch a glimpse at least they brought presents. My biggest surprise was that my dad had also invited Edward. That alone was the best present I could have ever asked for. Towards the end of the night we were all down in the basement listening to the mixed CD that Edward had given me.

We were all rocking out and dancing like fools to whatever fast songs were playing. Then all of a sudden 'Truly, Madly, Deeply' came on. Everyone decided to take a break and sat down for that. It was lame to dance to a slow song by yourself. I nearly had a heart attack when I looked up and saw Edward stood in front of me. He held out his hand and asked me to dance with him. I smiled and placed my hand in his and when our hands touched I could feel the electricity pulsing between us. It was the first time we'd ever really had any physical contact. He took my hands and placed my arms around his neck and then lowered his hands so they were around my waist and started swaying back and forth. When he started singing along I thought I really had died and gone to heaven. You know the scene at the end of Casper when he is dancing with Kat and they start floating, that is exactly how I felt at that moment; I only wished that he felt that way too.

Just after my 16th birthday my dad had agreed to let me spend a few hours after dark completely alone with Edward. There was a meteor shower that night and we went to lay down in a nearby meadow to watch the shooting stars. I made wish after wish that Edward and I would be together some day. While we were lying on the big blanket he brought under the clear, warm night sky of the last day of summer I could have sworn I saw Edward look at me, really look at me. We just laid there staring at each other for countless hours no longer paying any attention to the stars in the sky or the sun that was soon going to come up.

All at once the world changed, I was back on my cloud when Edward leaned closer to me and all I could think was, 'This is it! He's finally going to kiss me!' I was ready for it. I'd been hoping, praying and dreaming of this moment from the day that he moved in. Then 'BANG' less than half a second later we were interrupted by a gun being fired into the sky by my father. To say that he wasn't happy would be a vast understatement. He shined the flashlight in my eyes and all he said to me was, 'Let's go!' He then grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the meadow and away from Edward who was still sitting there staring after us with a completely stunned look on his face.

The following week I hardly saw Edward and when I did all he gave me was a small wave and a half smile. Nothing like the usual big crooked grin I was used to seeing when greeted by him. I hated the way things were after that. My father made sure I was always busy doing something; he even forced me to try out for cheerleading and was happy as could be when I made the squad, the squad that practiced 4 nights a week and then had a game every Friday. It was like boot camp with pom-poms. To make things even worse he even got Edward a job down at the station answering phones and filing papers. He arranged it to be the evening shift that kept him there most nights. I knew he just wanted to keep me away from the one person I was actually interested in.

My moods grew worse as the days, weeks and months went by. Cheerleading was more like acting class. I was going through the motions of it all, the high kicks and splits were just robotic movements, it was the smiling and appearing happy that I really had to force. Good thing I was enrolled in weekend classes at the local theatre. Eventually though my father got fed up with me being depressed at home. He shipped me off to visit my mom in Florida the first day of my Christmas vacation; he even got me out of school early to put me on a plane. Apparently getting away and getting some sun would be good for me. I cried myself to sleep for the first week I was there and then I finally broke down and told my erratic, hair brained mother the truth.

I told her everything. I told her about Edward moving to town in March and how without even trying he stole my heart. I told her about all the things we did and how he'd help me fix my bike when the chain broke, the way he would sit in his room and play his guitar and sing for me, even if he didn't know I was hiding in my room across the road listening. I even told her how he was trying to teach me to skateboard until I fell and cut my elbow open requiring 8 stitches. The lessons stopped after that. I even went into great detail about my party and the most perfect dance. She cried when I told her about the meteor shower in the meadow. Somehow I think she was rooting for it to work out.

For the next 2 weeks my mom helped to cheer me up. She told me that if Edward and I were meant to be fate would intervene and let it be known and when we are both ready for it, it will happen. She told me that fate was one of those things you just can't mess with and you just have to go along with it and deal with it...she said it was like taxes and death and that trying to cheat on either wouldn't end well. Time was up and I had to go back to Forks, back to school and back to the daily theatre production I put on called 'I'm Happy.' I hugged and kissed my mom and told her I'd miss her and as I was stepping through security she told me to always remember what she said and that if it's true love, time and distance won't change anything.

So, that was the first chapter, let me know what you think...and be harsh...I can handle it :D