AUTHORS NOTE OF REALLY AWESOME STUFF: Hello, all of you little readers. So here's the deal: I've never written a fanfic before. I'm just gonna be honest. I usually go find another story immediately after I read that, but you're just going to have to give me a chance. Because I promise you greatness. (in my opinion, of course.) I know how to write a decent fanfic because I've read a SHITLOAD of them. I mean, hundreds. But I'm gonna need your help. So please PUH-LEAZE with a cherry on top, review! Anyways. That's all.

I own every Beatles song ever released, and some that weren't. I also own a 1966 VW bug, and have the personality of a hippie girl. Unfortunately, I don't own Twilight. SM does. But, man do I wish I thought these guys up first.

Here it goes:

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PROLOGUE:

All you need is love; The Beatles were genius. I mean, really, man. They really got the basics of life down pat. All You Need is Love, I Want to Hold Your Hand, Come Together, Yellow Submarine… well, ok. Not that one so much. But you get what I'm saying. My point is, you don't need any of the other shit; material items are just so overrated. Because, really, when it comes down to it, what is that stuff worth? When it comes down to it, all that really matters is that you surround yourself with as much love as you can possibly get from people. Romantic, Platonic, who the fuck cares? As long as you're not an a-hole, someone is gonna love you. It's, like, the laws of nature. So when it seems like you've lost everything, just think about it. All you need is love.

Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.

There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It's easy.

Nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It's easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

All you need is love (All together, now!)
All you need is love. (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need (love is all you need).

Yee-hai!
Oh yeah!
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah.
She loves you, yeah yeah yeah..ve, Love, LoveLo

This is the story of how I met my loves. By that, I mean my best friends; the people that I trust more than anything in the whole friggin' universe. (…Or maybe galaxy… which is bigger?) And, for one of them, the love of my life- he puts the zing in amazing, the awe in awesome, and the art in heart. Because that is what he is, an artist. No, he doesn't paint or make clay pots or any of that shit. But he welds our souls together. Kinda like one of those dudes that puts steel beams on buildings together. Totally Edward, with our souls. Alright, that was way cheesey, but it's my friggin story, so I can say what I want. Anyways, like I was saying. Here's our story. This shit? Better than any soap opera or movie or whatever.

AN: Hope you like it! Please let me know!