Hey ya'll. No, I kid; I kid. Well, this is my first story that's made it to publishing (all others were lost in the great computer crash of 2010). Anyway, I don't think many people read the author commentary so if you're reading, I'll keep it short. Firstly, THANK-YOU for reading my story! I'm having a fun time writing it and I hope you like it. It'd be cool if you review and let me know what you think, but if you're too lazy (like I am sometimes) then it's cool too. So, ENJOY:

Oh BTW, I forgot the disclaimer thing. Probably most of these characters belong to Stephenie Meyer; I just borrowed them and twisted them into my own little plot accordingly.

Your Biggest Fan

Edward Cullen liked to pretend no one knew about his "secret" obsession for 90's pop music – somehow, I don't think his rendition of "Genie in a Bottle" would fit the "rock star persona" he'd adopted a few years back. Of course, when you've known Edward Cullen as long as I have, it's hard not to know things like that about him. Well, maybe the fact that I walked in on him putting on a show in front of his mirror that would put Xtina to shame might have given me a hint too.

The summer before sophomore year of High School, my mother, Renee, had shipped me off to live with my dad, Charlie, in rainy-town USA, Forks. Surprisingly, she'd shown talent for her latest hobby of photographing what she called "raw nature" (and I called close up of tits) and what were supposed to be a few expositions of her work in downtown Phoenix, had landed her a career and a job offer that included a tour around the world. Unluckily for me, Renee thought unfit for me to accompany her and miss so much school – thus, landing me a room at Chez Charlie's.

It all started with Alice Cullen, and in true Alice Cullen fashion (that was still unfamiliar to me back then), she hunted me all the way to my front porch and introduced herself as my new best friend shortly after my arrival in Forks - it was hard to disagree with that knowing smile of hers (even back then), so I went with it. We sat on my porch and talked about everything and anything, when it became nighttime she told me to come over tomorrow for girl time and what would be the first of our many sleepovers.

So there I was, duffle bag in hand, ringing the doorbell of Alice's over-the-top house. She had mentioned that her parents were away for a few weeks that summer trying to take advantage of the rare few weeks of vacation Dr. Cullen had gotten from the hospital. So it shocked me when a very cute guy with unruly bronze hair in Star Wars boxers (and nothing else) answered the door instead of Alice.

"Hey! I've been waiting for you all morning! I'm going to be wanting three of Thin Mints, and just one of Samoas."

"Huh? Hey! I'm not a girl scout!"

"Oh I'm sorry, then no thank-you, we worship Satan."

"I'm not a religious prosecutor either asshole, I'm here for Alice."

"Who?"

"Alice Cullen?"

"I'm sorry, no one by that name li—Oof!"

He was about to shut the door in my face until Alice shoved him out of the way.

"Bella! I'm so glad you could make it, and so sorry you had to meet my brother, Edward. He's socially retarded so don't mind him."

We stepped in and I chanced another glance at Edward. I found him staring back and throwing a crooked smirk my way.

"So…Alice…glad you finally managed to make a friend. I guess you won't be torturing Alex so much anymore."

Alex, I had found out yesterday, was Alice's beau. Apparently he was very hot, a great kisser, and did anything Alice's little heart desired.

"Hardy-har-har Edward. Thanks for providing tonight's entertainment with your pitiful sense of humor but we won't be needing it."

"Oh no? So what are we doing tonight then?"

"WE are doing nothing! Bella and I are however, having mud masks and a movie night."
"Aw, but Ali! You know I just love your mint mask, and my pores are looking rather large!"

I had to stifle a giggle at his comment in fear of being on the receiving end of Alice's glare.

"Again Edward, no need for your comedy tonight, or well…ever. So hey, here's an idea: why don't you go find some of your friends or go sulk all over your piano and let us enjoy Girls' Night? Oh..and while you're at it, why don't you put some clothes ON."

"Whatever Alice, you just can't handle all of this."

He gestured to his very naked torso. I couldn't help but follow along his hands' movements with my eyes, and of course I blushed. He, of course, noticed and there was that smirk directed my way again. Then he swiftly turned and went down the hall.

"You'll have to excuse him, I swear I don't know how we're related."

"Aw, c'mon Alice! I would've loved to have a sibling"

"Well, you can have mine."

For some reason I (again) blushed at this and prayed Alice wouldn't notice.

After getting the snacks ready, I excused myself to go change into my pajamas. I was making my way down to the hall bathroom when I heard Morrisey crooning "Pretty Girls Make Graves" from the door across Alice's room which could only mean Edward's room. I stopped and listened for a moment then hurried to get changed before Alice came looking for me. In my haste to get out I bumped into Edward (now donning a t-shirt and still looking just as fine).

"Unf! Sorry!"

I looked up to see him surprised to see me rushing out of his bathroom.

"Ehh..what? Oh, no, it's okay."

"So…I better get back to Alice, we're watching a movie and 'she wants it now and she will not wait'"

I gave him a small smile not really sure if he'd caught on to my little reference to the song he had just been listening to.

"'But she's too rough and I'm too delicate'"

He lightly finished singing the verse and I was sure I wanted to jump him on the spot. His voice was like liquid velvet.

"You like The Smiths?"

He asked.

"Yeah, I love them. The World Won't Listen is one of my favorite albums."

"Really? So is mine! You know, most people always favor the self-titled album."

"I guess we're not most people then."

This time I offered a big smile and hurried off before he replied.

That night (and several after) I convinced Alice to let Edward watch the movie with us. I got pretty used to Alice's and Edward's constant bickering, but I enjoyed both their company. Alice would get mad more than often, accusing Edward of "stealing me away" or "taking up all of [my] time" always mumbling about her "finding [me] first."

The truth is I was a little enamored with Edward. I mean, besides being totally gorgeous, he was a musical genius. Aside from playing piano (since he was three) he played an array of instruments. He'd begun to teach me to play guitar with the excuse of needing someone to accompany him in melody while he played the piano, when in reality I'd been throwing hints at wishing I could play anything. These little guitar lessons became a favorite pastime of mine; between having an excuse to have Edward touching me, and finding out I was quite the talented guitar player, I didn't know which I liked better. Pretty often, I would downplay my skills just to have Edward correct me. I felt pretty ridiculous about my crush on him and always-hoped Alice wouldn't find out.

Edward was a senior that year and I was starting to miss him even before he had left. He was going to UCLA to study medicine and follow in on Carlisle's footsteps. I don't think many people knew that Edward had chosen UCLA to get as far away from Forks (and his dad) as possible. He didn't really like to talk about it but he'd often mention to me how he couldn't see himself being a doctor and I mentioned to him that it was more that he couldn't really see himself being Carlisle. Him and Edward were so different. It's like when they're explaining to you the sides of the brain in Anatomy; Carlisle would be the left and Edward the right. They just saw things differently, but Edward's life had already been mapped out and there was no interfering with Carlisle's plans. It'd pain me to see Edward so dissatisfied with his future but he'd never leave much chance to talk about it for longer than a minute.

I hated that I had become so dependent on him but Alice ditched me often to go hang out with Alex. I spent all that time with Edward, joking around and dissecting music. It's like with Edward, I didn't need a boyfriend because he filled that void. Of course there was the whole missing physical aspect of it that I desperately wanted and dreamt about. When those thoughts plagued my mind I would feel younger than I was - a silly little girl with a crush on her best friend's brother. It didn't matter that Edward wasn't the fantasy guy a girl my age usually fantasizes about; he wasn't the all start athlete of the school or the James Dean-type. He was silly and made me laugh, he was smart and helped me out with my homework, and he was talented but didn't really acknowledge it. He was sweet and I liked the way he started talking really fast when he was excited. I liked this tiny freckle by his lip and how his hair was always all over the place; mostly, I adored when he walked around shirtless when I was around.

I would often wonder why he didn't notice how great he was. I certainly did, and I noticed how several other girls at school did as well.

That year flew by. I'd fallen into an easy routine of hanging out with the Cullens almost every day after school. I was thankful for Alice having found me and adopting me like as a sort of impromptu sister. I was thankful for Edward. He'd become my best friend, now he was leaving and I didn't know who I'd talk about random things over 1am cereal on the Cullen's breakfast bar. I'd miss seeing him walking around in his goofy boxers around the house (and ogling his chest), and I'd just miss him. I was afraid he would meet some LA bimbo wanting to be an actress and he'd forget about me.

Alice and I were sitting on the swing of her front porch watching Edward and Dr. Cullen load boxes and furniture into Edward's car. Esme insisted he should stay for lunch but Edward insisted he wouldn't make it for registration if he stayed for lunch. I felt something tugging at my heart and when it was time for our goodbye I felt like he was ripping a tiny piece of it.

"Keep practicing B. I want to hear you master that riff when you go visit."

He warned with a wink.

"I want to hear something actually decent written by you when I get down there mister."

I teased.

"Be safe B."

He said with a longing look, probably mirroring my own.

"Take care E."

The firs few months after he left were brutal. I was glad to have Alice – otherwise I don't think I would've survived. I could tell she missed him too (even if she'd never admit to it). She'd cover it up by saying how now she had me for herself and not having to pull me out of Edward's room every time. I think she was trying to forget about missing Edward by playing dress up with me as much as possible. She insisted this summer was for reinventing ourselves; we simply had to take the leap from girls into women and for Alice there was no better way to take that leap than with a new wardrobe.

Edward and I pretty much e-mailed, texted, Facebooked, Skyped, and called each other every chance we got. He'd told me he was living in an apartment near campus and the beach. He'd taken up surfing when he had late morning classes and really liked his roommates. He'd been elated when he told me that both of them played instruments and they had jam sessions every Thursday when all of them were done with classes early. The way he'd described them to me made me like them too and I almost felt like I knew them. Emmett was built like a grizzly but he was all fun and no bullshit; Ben was quiet and smart but he still fit with the good humor that went around (specially on Emmett's part from the sound of it). He informed me I could meet them when I wanted (an invitation to go visit) and clarified that the one who played guitar, Ben, wasn't "gifted" like me (his words, not mine). It was the happiest I've heard him sound since he moved.

Eventually though, our conversations started happening with less and less frequency – only the occasional e-mail now. We were both busy with school. He'd mentioned that his little improvised band of roommates had begun playing in downtown bars and venues. From the Facebook pictures I'd stalked-down one night it seemed the band had gathered quite the local following - most of it consisting of girls wearing little scraps of fabric with orange tans and light-colored hair. I tried not to think about it too much and hid all alerts from Edward Cullen's page to avoid stumbling onto any pictures that might have tugged my heart a little.

On the second semester of that junior year, Riley moved into Forks. Like me, he'd come from a sunny town and he'd been forced into dreary Forks. Alice of course, made him cough up his entire life story the second after introducing herself and yours truly. He was from Jacksonville and his dad had relocated them because he'd been transferred to Port Angeles. He had a little brother (age seven) who got on his nerves but really cared about. He was very interested in Cinema, and wanted to make a career out of that. I caught Alice looking at him and me talk with a sparkle in her eyes. She mentioned to him that we were going to the movies this weekend and that he should come with.

So that was our little group: Alice + Alex & Bella + Riley. I kind of figured Riley was into me – he'd started walking me to classes and inviting places (sometimes sans Alice and Alex). That and Alice had pulled me into the girls' bathroom last week and shrieked that Alex had told her that Riley had told him that he liked me. I liked Riley too. He was cute, tall, with good taste in movies, and he made me laugh; but if I was being honest with myself I was still looking for messy bronze hair and intense green eyes.

In a moment of weakness, I went online and started browsing the tagged pictures of him. My heart immediately sunk when I saw that the latest ones were of him in the company of something that looked straight out of The Hills. His band was with him too, but he was mostly pictured with a blonde with a bob-haircut and a lot of cleavage. Later when I ventured to his wall, I found said blonde to be responsible for most of the wall posts on it, telling him how she missed him and how fun last night had been. That was when I decided Edward had forgotten about plain Bella back home while living his college asshole life so I should give Riley and myself a chance. The coming weekend we had our first date. He took me to Port Angeles; we went to a Chinese restaurant, got take-out and ate it on the dock. Then we went to some coffee place where there was a poetry reading happening. It was very nice. On the ride home, I let him hold my hand for the first time. He dropped me off and walked me to my door and we had a nice kiss – my first kiss. It was sweet and polite and what every first kiss should be like.

Our relationship progressed from then on, and I too became too busy to think about Edward. The fact that he'd given every excuse to his parents not to come home went unnoticed; my focus was on Riley. I don't know why I hadn't given him a chance before because he was what I guess all girls look for in a first boyfriend (or any boyfriend). He was everything I looked for. With him it was always simple and fun. He didn't hover, he was polite, Charlie adored him because he was into an array of sports, and had proven to be a great kisser. We spent a lot of time doing that – kissing. Eventually making out for hours didn't become enough for either of us, and our physical relationship started progressing easily, like everything else was with us. Alice was all too excited to finally have someone to share dirty details with and discuss techniques and sizes. Most of these conversations had me blushing furiously when she first started sharing them with me, but now I was used to them and found it funny how stereotypically girlie we were.

So that's how high school went for me. Riley and I had managed to stay together. Alice had dumped Alex claiming that high school boys were just too immature for her and couldn't handle the amount of woman she was. I suspected it had something to do with the internship she'd managed to earn over in Paris and not wanting to miss out on sampling the selection of French boys she was bound to meet. I on the other hand had managed a scholarship over at NYU. I was excited about moving to the city but a little restless about leaving Charlie by himself again. He had insisted that it would be fine and that I shouldn't worry, but I couldn't help it. My mother had been a little over ecstatic, squealing about how I was going to fall in love with the city and would never want to step a foot in Forks again.

I was lying with Riley on his bed; we had graduated that morning and after doing the typical festivities with our respective families, we were saying goodbye to one another. We had discussed staying together but we had came to the realization that it was unfair to any of us to hold each other back from any college experience. He was going back down to Florida – claiming he missed the sunshine and warmth too much. I had really been hoping on him getting into NYU or Columbia but sadly it wasn't the case.

"I'm going to miss you."

I said rubbing circles on his chest.

"I'm going to miss you too. I'm going to miss this a whole lot too."

He said caressing my side.

"I should go, Charlie is surely waiting for me."

I got up to start getting dressed.

"You'll come by to say goodbye tomorrow though right?"

"How could I not?"

He gave me that lazy smile of his and pulled me down for a kiss.

I was anxious about leaving all of this behind: the comfort and easiness of life in Forks. At the same time, I was excited about rejoining city life once again. I don't know how excited I was about school; I had always been a good student, school work just came easy to me and college seemed like the obvious next step. I was ready. I was ready for what life was deciding to throw at me next.