Authors Note: AU, AH. This is just a little idea im toying with. Cutee? All kids are in 2nd grade (8 years old)
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.
MEETINGS:
Alice/Jasper
A small little girl sat in the corner on the swings, no one around her, any one close enough gave her glares, which she ignored, her big blue eyes fixed on the sky above her. She wore little purple overalls, her black hair in two pigtails with little pink bows. She seemed to be murmuring to herself...or singing? The little blonde boy seemed drawn to the little girl, and watched as a group of girls began to make their way over to her. They were all at least a foot taller then her, all in tiny skirts and pink teeshirts with matching bows and their mommy's makeup on. "Hi freak." The first one said, taking a step towards the swing. The little black hair girl looked up at them in wonder, her tiny eyebrows scrunched together, her mouth set in a firm line. "My name is Alice." She said, her voice high and innocent. The girls tittered, forming a semicircle around Alice, who had now taken refuge by sucking her thumb. She looked down, feeling the tears coming to her eyes. "Aww look she's crying." Another one said, laughing. "Go away." Alice murmured against her thumb, trying to get off the swing. "Here I'll help you!" The same girl said, pushing little Alice to the ground, her head hitting the dirt ground with a thud. The girls skipped away laughing, and Alice began to cry harder, pulling her knees up to her chest and crying. Why did those girls have to be so mean? The blonde boy was now panicking, and ran over to Alice, kneeling beside her. Alice instinctively crawled into the little boy's lap, her nose pressed against his thigh as she cried. He was confused, but felt the right thing to do was stroke her hair and hug her close. They rocked back and forth for several minutes until Alice peeked up her black head up from his lap. "Alice." She whispered her name, seating more comfortable, so she was sitting herself on his leg. He gave her a small smile and touched her cheek. "Jasper."
Rosalie/Emmett
Emmett was superman, he just had to be. He wore his red cape to school, running around on the playground making a "swooshing" noise, while picking up the girls and placing them on the monkey bars so he could save them. He spotted his first innocent to be saved. She was really pretty with waist length blonde hair and violet colored eyes. She wore a little red dress with black spots and little buckled shoes. She was leaning over a bucket in the sandbox, her knees dirty and her hands stuck in the sand. Emmett began to run over to her, "I'LL SAVE YOU PRINCESS OF THE SANDBOX!" He screamed, grabbing her by her waist and swinging her over his shoulder. The girl began to scream, "Get off me!" as she pounded against his back. "No need to scream ma'am!" He informed her. "You are in safe hands now." He said proudly, setting her on top of the monkey bars. "Now I gotta save you." He said in a matter-of-fact tone, pretending to fight off evil as he made his way to the back up the ladder to the bars. The girl was bored, and she decided that this game was silly, and that this boy was just so stupid. "I'm leaving." She informed him, jumping off the bars with ease and walking away. "Wait!" Emmett pleaded. "What's your name?" The beautiful blonde turned around, wicked amusement in her eyes. "Rosalie Hale." Rosalie Hale. Yup. She's definitely WonderWoman.
Edward/Bella.
Edward Cullen stood at the corner of the playground, rocking back and forth on his converse sneakered heels watching his 2nd grade classmates run around him in a haze. It was times like these where he was jealous of his best friends, Emmett and Jasper, who on their second day of school had already made groups of friends, where Edward on the other hand, had made none. He had noticed one girl, who seemed just as alone as him, sitting alone in the grass on the other side of the hill, a curtain of brown wavy hair covering her face as she bent over a book. Edward sighed. She was pretty, though he had never seen her face. She was wearing a blue shirt with a daisy on the front, and a pair of jeans with plain black converse. She seemed quiet. Of course, he knew her name. All of the boys did. Her name was Isabella Swan and she was the chief's daughter, get near her and her daddy will make you sorry. Edward watched as Mikey, Tyler, and Eric walked over to her, all crouching down and smiling at her. Edward, interested, began to walk closer to listen. "Hey Bella." Mikey smiled, "Whatcha reading?" "Harry Potter." Bella said in her soft voice. "Woah, Bella, that's like a zillion pages." Tyler said in awe. She smiled a little, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. "No it's not." "Well," Mikey said, getting closer and grabbing her arm. "Potter is stupid compared to me. I'm a real wizard." He bragged, trying to make Bella like him more. "No you're not." She said, voice firm and hard. "Yes I am, stupid." He said, rolling his eyes. Bella felt hurt, no one calls her stupid. Daddy said stupid wasn't a nice word. Edward, still watching the events happening, was angry. No one was to talk to his Bella that way. "She's not stupid!" Edward seethed, standing above Mikey, glaring. "Whatever, Eddie." He said, rolling his eyes and walking away, his friends on his heels. "I think his scar is cool." Edward whispered, sitting himself comfortably next to Bella. She turned to him and smiled. "Friends?" She asked quietly, sticking out her hand. Edward beamed. Friends.