A/N: Okay Hi! I just want to thank you first of all for clicking on my story since it has such a crap summary and crap title. I've got the first three chapters of this story written, so hopefully you can get a feel for it and and can help me! I need a twist or a 'main event' to happen in this story. I've had no trouble writing up to this point because I've not needed the twist yet. But I feel that without something it will just be a mundane romance.

So please read this and the next few chapters, and if you have any ideas for the story and title, please, please feel free to tell me in a mail/review. I will be forever in your debt if you can give me any ideas at all, because I'm at a block!

Also, if any of you have read my other story (Torn Between Two - which is a Bella x Jacob story) you will notice the chapters in it are quite short and I'm hoping to change that. So yay! This chapter is 2,961 words (Excluding A/N) :D

I've rated this story M for language and future lemons. Hope you enjoy :)

**I do not own anything related to Twilight (Only saying this once, since it is fair to say, everyone knows SM owns all the characters!)**

1

Friendship

I was woken up on Monday morning by my offending alarm clock. As I rolled over the bed to slap my hand onto the snooze button, I opened my eyes a miniscule amount as the light from the window burned them and caused me to frown. Snooze – 15 minutes. That would give me enough time to fully wake up before I had to drag myself out of my cosy cocoon in bed and get ready for work. As I lay, I looked out of the small rectangular window on the opposite wall. It was raining outside, again. It was always raining in Forks. There were a few nice days here and there, but they were rare and I always seemed to be cooped up in the office when the sun did decide to show face.

I lay there until my alarm clock started to shrill through my small room again. As quick as I could I slammed my hand down on top so I didn't have to listen to the abrading noise emanating from the small clock. It read 7.15am. With a huff I sat up in bed. The cold air instantly made me shiver as my quilt slid off my shoulders. I sat for a few moments so I wouldn't get dizzy when I stood up. After I was sure I would be okay, I swung my legs hesitantly out from under the quilt and bared them to the cool air that filled my room. I stood up and stretched, making sure to stay close to the bed. I didn't need another unwanted scrape or bruise to match the rest. I stumbled across my room to head to the bathroom. I opened the door and as I done so, the smell of bacon and sausages wafted up the stairs from below. I decided to ditch having a shower to find out what had Edward up so early.

Edward was my best friend come flatmate. We had been friends ever since I could remember. Edward came from a wealthy family and was filthy rich. It was ridiculous to think that he would actually help me out by staying in this dingy little flat.

When I left my dad, Charlie, to live on my own last month, this was the only flat available in the area. Well that I could even think to be able to afford anyway. It was a two bed-roomed, double floored flat above a little florist. I thought that since I'd been working for Jenks and Sons Distribution as a junior accountant for over three years I would soon be up for promotion. So I took the little flat and moved in alone even though Edward had begged me to live with him in his fancy, open-plan apartment. I couldn't afford anything like that, and I wouldn't let him pay. Even though Edward had money to spare though our whole friendship, I never let him buy me anything.

I thought back to the first week that I had moved into the flat.

-Flashback-

Since I'd moved in a week ago, boxes still lay strewn across my hall and living room. I hadn't had the chance to get things unpacked since I'd been putting in overtime at the office. It was Sunday morning, so I decided it was time to start on unpacking. I started with the bedroom box. I dragged the huge box out of the living room and to the hall. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I wondered how I would get the box upstairs without multiple trips. Then I heard a knock from my front door. I had no time for anyone trying to sell me some unwanted items that cost a fortune, so I ignored it. But the mystery knocker was persistent and wouldn't go away. So I stomped over to the door and flung it open, only to find my best friend Edward standing with two suitcases at his side and a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"Couldn't see you put out, Roomie." He shrugged as he picked up his suitcases and slid past me into the hallway. He put his suitcases down in the hall and had a wander about silently looking into each room on the ground floor, nodding as he done so.

"Well, this isn't so bad! It's a little small, but I suppose it will have to do!" He joked as he returned to me still standing in the hall.

"What are you doing, Edward?" I asked, shocked that he hadn't even called to ask if he could move in. Not that he needed to really. He and I both knew that I could never say no to him.

"I tried calling, but your mobile phone has been off all week and you, clearly, don't have a house phone." He said, nodding his head toward my corded phone lying on top of a large box sitting in the hallway. Sometimes it was like Edward could read my mind. He would sometimes say things that I'd only just been thinking about. As if he was answering my questions without me asking them.

"Yeah, sorry. I've been working overtime all week. Not even had the time to charge it up." As I said that, the hall light cut out. Power cut. Well not a power cut. More the fact that I didn't have the money to put more electricity in the old meter under the stairs.

"Looks like I got here just in time." Edward deadpanned as he made his way into the living room so he could see in the light from the window. He sat down on my couch and stared at the little television I'd taken from my old bedroom at Charlie's house.

"How opposed would you be to a few recliners and a widescreen, Bella?" He asked politely, knowing what my reaction would be.

"No way, Edward! I'm not letting you give me all your stuff!" I huffed as I sat down beside him to gaze at the little television with him.

"No, Bella, I'm not giving my stuff to you, it's for me to use while I live here. You can use it if you want, I suppose, but you don't have to use it." He said slyly, knowing that in the end he would get his way.

-Real time-

And that's how I've come to have the swankiest little flat on this side of Seattle. Although I wouldn't let Edward buy me anything, or give me anything for my room. So, its basic, but it does what its supposed to do.

I continued down the stairs, following the delicious food scent from the kitchen. Edward didn't have to work on Monday's – lucky bastard – or Thursdays for that matter, or Fridays, or the weekend. This is why I was confused that he was even awake at this time. Edward had created an internet search engine in partnership with his brother Jasper. It's grown excessively over the years, so Edward only has to go into the HQ in Seattle twice a week to check over rates and prices and what not. Jasper goes in another two days a week and the other three are manned by Emmett, Edwards's cousin.

I made it to the last step before I tripped today. It was like a rule – Bella must trip at least once on the stairs every day. I caught the banister before I fell though and stood up with a hint of embarrassment glinting on my cheeks. It didn't matter how many times I fell, it was impossible to get used to. I cursed the stairs before I kept walking and opened the living room door. Edward had the wall to the kitchen knocked away so it gave the illusion of a bigger room with the kitchen and living room being one room.

I rubbed my eyes as I walked into the room, still sleepy. Edward was fully clothed. He wore a button down grey shirt tucked into black suit trousers and a pair of, one of many, designer shoes that he owned.

"Any damage from your trip this morning, Bella?" he laughed as he started to slide the sausages from the frying pan onto two plates.

"Shut the fuck up, Edward. What the hell are you doing up so early on a Monday." I didn't mean to bark at Edward, but Monday's done that to me.

"Wow, wrong side of the bed this morning or what?" he continued to joke.

I knew that he was only trying to lighten my mood, but it didn't help. All he seemed to do was infuriate me more and more. I didn't answer him and took my seat at the oak breakfast table Edward had put in last week. I watched as he took the bacon out from under the grill and place them on the plate. Just as he slipped the bacon out, the toaster popped out two slices of golden toast. Edward knew just how I liked my toast, barely browned and only slightly crunchy on the outside so it was still soft in the middle. He spread the butter over each slice and poured out two glasses of fresh orange juice for us and he turned around to sit across from me at the table, placing each plate and cup down as he done so.

"Bella, I'm not sure but there might be birds nesting in that hair of yours." He laughed as he stabbed the first sausage. My brown curls were messy from sleep, and I'd made no attempt to tame the wild morning hair. I decided to try and lighten my mood but I only shrugged and smiled as an answer to Edward's jokes.

"So why are you up this morning then?" I asked politely as I took a bite of toast.

"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full, Bella. Have you forgotten all the manners Charlie taught you?"

"I never learned them in the first place." I joked as I shoved another bite of toast into my mouth. Edward laughed and continued talking.

"I thought you'd like it if I got up and made you breakfast for once. You leave me food in the fridge almost every morning for when I drag myself from bed, so I thought it was time to return the favour." He smiled.

"Awww!"was my immediate reaction to Edwards' kind gesture. I lifted my right hand to pinch Edward's cheek, "your so cu-yoot!" I babbled like I were talking to a toddler.

"Urgh. Get off!" he complained as he playfully pushed my hand away.

"So, who was the blonde you had in here last night then?" I pressed, remembering catching a glimpse of blonde hair with Edward after he came in from his swanky bar crawl last night. Well as swanky as you could get in Port Angeles I suppose.

"Tanya." He said under his breath. Was he blushing? Edward Cullen was embarrassed! This was rare, I had to take full advantage of this.

"Tanya…That used to go to school in the year below us? Or the one that works in that shop in town? Denalis?" Denalis was a women's clothes store in town that sold not designer but not cheap clothes either. I shopped there most of the time, so I knew who Tanya was.

"Yeah…From Denalis. I met her in Tahoe's Bar last night."

"And what? Did you fuck her? I didn't hear anything. I usually do, those dumb bimbo's usually wake me up with their porn star screaming." I joked, enjoying the blush glowing on Edward's face. It really wasn't like him.

"Well, I was going to but she was so damn frigid. She bit my fucking dick!" I couldn't help the fits of laughter that emanated from me after Edward told me about Tanya. After a solid five minutes of laughing non-stop I managed to regain my breath.

"The great Edward Cullen, chick layer, got his dick bitten by one of his conquests." I joked. It wasn't rare for Edward to bring girls home. He could have his pick of any girl. He was tall and handsome. His deep green eyes were framed my perfect lashes and pale-ish skin. His bronzy, tousled hair was usually styled messily, and of course, his love of designer clothes and wealth usually had any girl going weak at the knees. But to be honest he hasn't brought anyone back in a while

"Shut the hell up, Bella! After she done that I gave her money for a taxi home. Couldn't risk further injury.

"Oh! Smooothe, Edward!" I chortled. "Right, I have to get ready. Some of us have work to go to today!" I scowled playfully as I stood from the table and took my plate to the sink.

"I'll get that, Bella. Go get a shower." Edward smiled as he stood beside me at the sink.

"Thanks. It's about time you done some damned housework." I joked as I turned and made my way back to the stairs.

"That's why we have a maid, Bella!" he called from the kitchen when I was about half way up the stairs. I scowled at the thought of actually having a maid. It was true. Edward employed a maid a few months ago so I would stop having to tidy all the time. Because he sure as hell never tidied.

I turned on the shower to warm up as I brushed my teeth. I noticed my eyes looked tired and the extent of the messy morning hair as I looked in the mirror. Once I'd finished brushing my teeth, I de-clothed and stepped into the shower. I let the warm water run through my hair and down my skin. It was soothing, so I just stood there motionless letting the water patter down on my shoulders and trickle down my breast and down my torso.

It made me jump when Edward knocked at the bathroom door.

"Bella its 8.15, you've been in there for ever. I need to use the toilet!" Edward whined, as he opened the door.

"Sure, come on in why don't you, Edward." I deadpanned.

"Shut your trap, Bella. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." I could hear the smile on Edwards face as he reminded me of that drunken night when we were seventeen. We had stolen some alcohol from Edwards's dads liquor cabinet. A half bottle of rum later we thought it was a good idea to have sex. Though we didn't really get that far, I bottled out before he showed me the 'time of my life' as he had once put it.

"You can't see me." I said eyeing up the navy blue shower curtain to make sure it hid me from Edward.

"Maybe I can, maybe I cant." I could hear Edward shrug nonchalantly. I instantly brought my arms up to try and cover my private parts. I heard Edward flush the toilet and walk to the sink.

"Hmm…Maybe I should use your toothbrush." Edward playfully joked.

"Edward! That's not funny! You better not! That's gross!" I shrieked as I remembered the last time Edward had done that because he thought it would be funny.

"You can't stop me." He joked, knowing that I was naked and would have to get out the shower to stop him. I heard him running the tap, so I had to think fast. I quickly wrapped the shower curtain around my body and held it in place behind my back with my left hand, only exposing my right arm and head. I picked up a bottle of shower gel and threw it at him. I managed to smack him on the head, and I cheered internally that I'd aimed well.

"Ow! I wasn't actually going to Bella! I was just winding you up!" He wailed as he rubbed the spot the bottle had hit.

He turned around to pick up the bottle that lay next to the door and used this opportunity to let go of the shower curtain and quickly bend out to grab the big white towel. As he turned back his eyes widened as he noticed the shower curtain was pushed back, but then looked away normally when he noticed I had a towel on.

"You're going to be late." He said as he placed the shower gel back on the shelf.

"Urgh. I know, I better hurry." I said as I stepped out of the shower. I left the bathroom and made my way back to my room and started to get dressed for work.

I looked at the clock when I was ready which read 8.45am. I grabbed my bag and made a run for the stairs. Although wearing a pencil skirt and heels did not help my imbalance problem and I tripped near the bottom. Thankfully, Edward must have known I would trip, and he was at the bottom ready to catch me before I hurt myself.

"Twenty-five and still as clumsy as ever!" Edward chortled.

"Thanks." I said breathlessly as I grabbed the keys to the Volvo and shouted goodbye to Edward as I ran out the front door. The old Chevy truck I had since I was eighteen finally blew out last year. Edward decided to give me his Volvo, since he was getting a new Mercedes anyway. I slipped the car into first and started on my way to work.

Okay, so what you think of the first chapter? Let me know if any of you have any ideas! :) Thanks!