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A/N: This is my story about Edward and Bella. This is also the first Fan Fiction story I've written so please be nice...constructive criticism welcome.

While writing this chapter I had my iPod on listening to Hip Hop/Rap music. I reference music throughout my chapters because it is a huge part of my life. I love all genres of music but this story lends itself toward more funky music where Bella and Alice are concerned. My story evolves ... wait and see.

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Fly and Be Free

Chapter 1

May 12, 2012

Love is not something either one of them expected, so will they recognize this new feeling when electricity stirs in the depths of their souls?

BPOV

Shit, shit, shit! I scream to myself, my face turning beet red. Not just a little red, I'm butt-fucking-beet-red. Of course this shit would happen to me. Klutz of the year, shy beyond belief. To attract attention to myself the world decides to shift a fraction making me fall flat on my ass in the middle of the mall. Really? Could I be any more obvious? I'm wearing the jean mini skirt Alice insisted I purchase. With my legs up in the air on my way down, everyone in the nearby vicinity can see my white cotton panties, as I lie on the ground trying to right myself.

I catch Tyler out of corner of my eye, dick-of-the-year, jock football player and douche-extraordinaire, holding his stomach laughing his ass off, pointing directly at me. Tyler is such a dick.

The reason I'm at the mall is to find a dress for graduation, but I guess I'll have to wait until another time, because I have to get out of this place, and fast. Plus shopping isn't my gig. I'm sure Alice will drag my ass back here in a few days to play personal-shopper.

I run through the Port Angeles mall trying to locate the closest exit for my escape and nearly do a repeat performance of a few seconds ago. Damn slippery, sliver flats. I make a mental note never to put those on my traitorous feet again.

There's just a few weeks until I am free from Forks High School, and trust me I'll never look back again. I want outta there and quick. The one positive thing about high school other than my grades is my best friend Alice. Sweet, bubbly, crazy-as-hell Alice. I don't want to leave her behind, but I need to get out of this small town. I feel like I'm being held back. I want to travel and see things I've never seen before. Maybe I can convince her to come with me.

I haven't had a very stellar high school experience. I moved to Forks from Phoenix my eighth grade year because my mom Renee just didn't give a crap about me. That's how I saw it anyway...how many different boyfriends could one woman bring home in a year? I had had enough of the unknown, wondering if Renee was actually going to come home at night, and who she'd be bringing with her. So I asked Charlie if I could move in with him permanently.

That's how I ended up in Forks U.S.A.

I didn't have any friends until the day that Alice ran into me in the hallway on my way to P.E., knocking my butt to the floor–she wasn't paying attention. Alice was looking over her shoulder at Mike Newton, who was chasing her.

"Oops! I wasn't looking are you hurt?" Alice said, with her sweet voice that sounded like a small child. "I'm fine" I answered, sprawled out on the hallway floor. "I can't believe I fell and it wasn't even my fault...two left feet ya know?" We both started giggling and from that day on we were inseparable.

I hadn't really thought about how I could or would leave this place or Charlie. I was sick of all the rain, tired of the people, and I really wanted to fly and be free for awhile before I started to even consider college. I loved school don't get me wrong and I loved reading. Reading was my passion, my escape into a fantasy world. A place I could just be someone else for awhile. Sue me, my life sucks balls.

Life here was boring.

Maybe I really needed to suck balls in the literal sense then maybe; just maybe, I wouldn't have to read the smut I was reading on a daily basis. A girl could dream right?

That was my happy place...Smutsville.

Still red in the face, racing through the exit of the mall and running towards my beat up truck, I dropped my purse and my keys went skidding under my truck.

For fuck sakes! I was still screaming inside my head. Now this was a dilemma...do I get on my hands and knees and crawl under the damn truck to retrieve my keys and risk another panty show? Or, do I get the nerve to stop a passerby with pants on to fetch my stupid keys? Well, since I couldn't see anyone in sight and I wanted to get the heck out of Dodge, I looked around one last time making a mad dash under the truck, with white panties mooning the empty car next to me.

I jump in the truck starting it, and the loud engine roars to life. I can't get out of the lot quick enough, so I take off at a high rate of speed, heading toward Forks.

I turn on my iPod looking down for one quick second to find Flo Rida's Good Feeling, because at this point I needed a good feeling. What I wasn't aware of was the car in front of me stopped at the traffic light.

Oh shit! I pumped the brakes skidding right into the back of the car at the light.

Not a good feeling...Crash!

Yep...could my day get any worse? Um NO! Now I had to face the tall angry, beautiful man getting out of his Mercedes. He was sporting wild-as-hell hair, that I had the feeling I would love running my fingers through.

Did I just think that? I've been in an accident...no head trauma because I didn't hit my head, but oh Lordy, I couldn't stop looking at the man with the bronze, fucked up hair. He was looking at his car then to me, then to his car once more. Holy shit...I needed Alice. Surely she could and would make light of this situation and help me talk to this...this...this pissed off beauty!

I could see that he was okay because he did get out of his car to assess the damages, so I slid down in my seat putting my chin to my chest in defeat. I was hoping this was just a dream. Nope, it was a NIGHTMARE. No such luck...if I didn't have bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all.

Time to face the music and I was definitely not talking about Flo Rida. This time it was much more like D'Angelo's song, Shit, Damn, Motherfucker.

I got out of my truck walking slowly toward him.

As I looked up into the bronze-god's piercing green eyes, all that came out of my mouth was, "Uh, sorry. Um... um, I'm really sorry. It looks like your car has some damage." Bronze-god just looks at me like 'no shit Sherlock' , shaking his head in disbelief.

"Should we exchange insurance information?" I ask shyly almost at a whisper, not looking him in his gorgeous green eyes, but instead looking at the pavement below.

When I finally got the courage to look up, he took a deep breath and nodded.

He reached in his wallet to retrieve his business card that obliviously had his name and number on it. As I reached for the card my fingers grazed his hand, I was shocked, truly shocked with an electric zing as our skin touched. I shook my head slightly and took a short quick breath.

He was a pilot. In that second I pictured him replacing Tom Cruise in Top Gun, because he was way sexier than that goof ball.

"Um, thanks. I...I...um, will get my information for you too. Just a sec." I headed back to the passenger side of the oh-so-ghetto truck so I could get into the glove box for my insurance info. So guess what, yep my info was not in the damn truck. It was lying on the kitchen table back in Forks. O..kay! I trudged back to Bronze Boy to fess up that my card was not available, but that I really did have insurance.

"Do you have something I can write my name and phone number on?" Avoiding his greens, looking at his muscled chest instead. I'm not sure why I couldn't look him in the eye, but I had no problem ogling his chest with his tight black t-shirt hugging it. My eyes slipped a little lower to his worn faded fuck-me jeans.

My eyes darted up quickly when I saw that he shifted his hips in the slightest. I couldn't entirely tell if that was a tight, half smile he tried to conceal as I looked up at him with my brown eyes as big as saucers.

I was in Heaven and in Hell all at the same time.

The green eyed bronze-god with the nice jeans turned around and headed to his car and waltzed back with a piece of paper handing it to me.

"Thanks. Um, pencil?" I swear...I was needy!

Not just necessarily for a pencil either.

EPOV

I was in a so called fog. My dad, Carlisle, was sick and I'm not talking a cold either. His health was starting to decline, and I was worried. I worried for my mom, Esme, and also for myself. Carlisle had always been our rock and a shoulder to lean on when we needed him. He was a very well respected man of the community that would give the shirt off his back to help someone in need. Everyone loved him...mostly me. I didn't know what the future would entail, but without him I couldn't imagine my life would stay the same. Carlisle was the one that introduced me to flying; he strapped me in an airplane before I was two years old and took off with me to buzz around the sky. My love for that man and the joys of flying had never ceased.

"Hey Dad, how are you feeling?" I tried with all my heart to sound like myself even though I was dying on the inside.

"I'm good Edward...you know you can't keep a good man down. I've been told for much of my life that I'm a good man, so I'm not going to be down for long."

I gave him a tight smile and nodded my head. He was a good man and I wanted him to have hope, but the dementia was starting to take hold of the man that was always in control of every situation. I hated it so much...I had to get out of here just to breathe. I needed to strap myself in my World War II airplane that Carlisle and I used to fly together and just feel free for an afternoon. Esme was coaxing me to take some time for myself and relax instead of work and worry so much about Dad. That would be my way of relaxing.

It didn't matter if flying was my profession, it was still my hobby too, and pretty much all I had known from the time I was born.

So I headed towards the hanger just outside of Port Angeles to the private airfield to fly the AT-6 Texan. I also had an apartment above the hanger that housed my plane.

I'm deep in thought, with my head leaning against the headrest. I was trying to wrap my head around how much Carlisle had gone downhill since the last time I had visited. I caught a flash in my rearview mirror which alerted me to a truck that was not slowing down. It didn't have much time to stop and it was going to use my car as its stopping point. With no time to react I braced myself in what little time I had and took the impact. I wasn't hurt, just shocked that someone just rear ended me. Looking at the small girl that could barely see over the steering wheel of the crappy truck, I yelled motherfucker. I was pissed!

I knew my muscles were going to be sore later.

I jumped out of my Mercedes with my hand in my hair and looked from my car to the girl, to my car again trying to assess the damage and hold my temper, as to not scare the little bitch. She just sat in the truck with her chin on her chest... I knew she wasn't hurt because I actually saw her look straight at me and then she slid down the seat like she was trying to hide.

What the fuck?

This day was not one of my favorites by a long shot. I just wanted to get to my plane and take off into the wide, open, sky and not look back just for an afternoon. Was that too much to ask?

Finally the little brown, haired, brown eyed girl emerges from her truck and slowly walks towards me.

"Uh...sorry. Um...um, I'm really sorry. It looks like your car has some damage". She was staring right into my eyes and I actually couldn't look away from the beautiful brown eyes staring back at me. I was shaking my head thinking how beautiful this girl was and how my luck might have just changed for the better. I'm sure she thought I was still pissed because I was shaking my head at her and I wasn't saying anything at all.

The words WOULD. NOT. COME. OUT. OF. MY. MOUTH.

That's a new one for Edward Cullen. Usually I had no problem talking to a pretty girl, but somehow this was different and I couldn't figure out why.

Little Brown was looking at the pavement as she asked if we should exchange insurance information. All I could do is take a deep breath and nod my head in the affirmative.

I dug my wallet out from my back pocket and opened it to take out my business card. Little Brown reached out to take the card and that's when I felt the electricity of her touch.

I took a short breath in as I released the card.

Little Brown retreated to the beast of a truck as I watch her perfect backside sway. She was retrieving insurance info but returned quickly with nothing in hand. Evidentially her info was not to be found in the vehicle.

My chest must have captivated her because now instead of the pavement, her eyes were glued to my chest...and then slip...I caught her eye fucking my crotch! Yes babe...I just caught you. I tried not to smile... and my dick twitched!

All this happened while she tried to explain that although she did havethat although she did d HAVEnstead. take off at a high rate of speed, heading toward Forks. t was his best friend to this da insurance it was not available at the moment.

Little brown asked me for paper as well so I stepped back to my Mercedes to find something for her to write her name and phone number on.

Then she needed a pencil...

"Hey Edward, hows it going?" Emmett said in his too loud voice. Emmett was the mechanic at the airfield and one of my best friends, as we had been all through high school. He was a huge guy with a heart of gold. In fact Carlisle was the one who referred him to the owners of Highline airfield when their mechanic up and took off. Emmett had always been interested in mechanics and tinkered with fast cars and fast women. That's how he met his finance Rosalie...she was a mechanic as well. Rose and Em met at an air show a few years back. Rosalie was a tall blond bombshell. She looked like a nose art painting on a war plane, really beautiful, and she kept Em in check. They lived in a hanger apartment like mine at the airfield, working together on the planes.

"Well, besides my Mercedes getting the shit kicked out of it, I'm doing okay. I just left Carlisle and Esme's, he's not remembering things very well and not looking that great either Em. I just need to fire up the T-6 and take my mind off of a few things. Do you mind helping me pull the plane from the hanger?"

"I hate hearing about Carlisle's health. I want to remember the good ole days when that crazy son of a bitch used to travel the air show circuit and do his aerobatic routines. They were always so amazing." Em said shaking his head. "Let's go get the plane ready".

"So who the hell beat the shit out of your pride and joy?" Emmett chuckled.