Do You Believe In Fate?
Disclaimer: None of these characters etc. belong to me. They all belong to the wonderful and amazing Stephanie Meyer. I don't think I could ever be that creative. Lol. Stephanie rules!
Author's Note: Hey everybody! I'm back! Yay! Lol, anyways this is my second story, and I'm really excited to get it started. It's a human fanfic, about how when they were little, Edward and Bella were best friends and had that little kid crush on each other. But then Bella moved away, and after a while they forgot about each other. But then in a twist of fate, they meet again. How will their lives be changed? Will they remember? Will they fall in love? Or will they be torn apart once again? Beware, rated M for a reason!! Anyways, this first chapter will show Bella's move, and how Edward and she are doing now as adults.
Friends Forever
"Moving? What do you mean, Bells?" Edward asked, his voice trembling in confusion and sadness. Two best friends sat in a yard, just as they had countless times before. They were at Edward's big white house, and they sat in the pretty yard in front. Both were at the young tender age of four, and had grown up together practically from birth. Their mothers, Elizabeth Masen and Renee Swan, were best friends, and lived minutes apart in the small rainy town of Forks, Washington. But today was different. Today everything would change.
"I gotta go. My mommy says that we're moving to… Feeniks." She pronounced carefully. Edward frowned, his wavy bronze hair falling into his eyes. Said eyes were a brilliant shade of green and looked very troubled.
"But… why?" he asked. Bella shrugged miserably, her curly brown hair bouncing.
"I don't know. Mommy says she and daddy don't want the same things no more. They've been fighting." She said quietly. Edward wrapped his small arms around her and squeezed.
"I don't want you to go!" he said, starting to cry.
"I don't want to neither. But mommy says we got to." Bella sniffled. Edward pulled back.
"But we'll still be friends, right? You promised! You said friends forever, remember?" he asked. Bella's big brown eyes filled with tears.
"I don't know. I want to stay friends, but Mommy says Feeniks is far away." She said. Edward's mouth trembled. "Oh Eddie! I'll miss you lots and lots!" she cried.
They sat there and cried until Bella's mom, Renee came to get her. "Come on, baby. It's time to go." She said. All of their things were already loaded into the station wagon. They were just here to say goodbye. Edward's mom and dad came out too, and hugged Bella.
"We'll miss you, honey." Liz said.
"Yeah. Take care, kiddo." Edward Sr. said.
"Bye, Aunt Liz, Uncle Eddie." Bella said. They weren't really her aunt and uncle, but they might as well have been since they spent so much time together.
Renee said her last goodbyes too, as Bella hugged Edward tightly. "Love you!" she whispered.
"Love you, too." He whispered back.
"You'll always be my bestest friend. Even if we don't see each other no more. You'll always be my friend." She said. Edward nodded silently. Renee tugged Bella gently towards the car, and Liz held Edward's shoulders. Bella was buckled into her seat, and then Renee started the car. As they started to pull out the drive, Edward pulled away from his mother and ran after the car. He ignored his mother's voice and ran as fast as he could.
"Bella!" he cried. Bella turned around in her seat, and saw him running towards her. She cried out when he stumbled, and fell. She put her tiny hand on the back window, and wept for her friend as they pulled out of sight…
18 years later…
BPOV
"Mary Alice Brandon! Rosalie Lillian Hale!" I shouted furiously. Damn that little pixie and her partner in crime! Alice was my best friend – well, one of them at least. She, Rosalie, and Angela tied for first. Although, Alice and Rose were a lot more like sisters than friends, even though I loved Angela dearly. I had met Alice and Rose while I was going to college in Portland, Oregon. After dealing with the most horrible roommates ever – girls who thought they were vampires and didn't come out during the day, girls who brought their boy toys home and had personal relations with them while I was in the room, and girls who were just plain irritating or snobby – we'd given up and gotten a three bedroom apartment together a couple miles from campus.
Alice was short, impossibly skinny and graceful, with short spiky black hair and brown eyes, and had the first bedroom on the right. Rosalie looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, with a tall, slim figure, big blue eyes, and golden hair that waved down her back, and she had the bedroom down the hall to the left. I however looked rather plain and average next to my supermodel friends, and had the bedroom directly down the hall in between the other two.
Alice and Rose were kind of reckless and flighty, but I did my best to keep them grounded. Without much luck, though. But I didn't care, I loved them just the way they were, and they kept me laughing. Alice was a personal shopper, (can you guess what her favorite hobby is?) and going to school for business and design classes since she wanted to run her own clothing store someday. Rosalie was also working as a personal shopper, however it was to pay for fine tuning her already kick ass mechanical skills in the tech college she was enrolled in.
I was in college too, majoring in literature, while working as a waitress in a restaurant. Though I had to work twice as hard as everyone there since I was such a klutz, I constantly had to watch where I walked, should I trip over a straw wrapper or my own feet, or possibly nothing at all. Anyways, I majored in literature, because while no one but Alice and Rose knew, I wanted to become a writer. They were always there for me, encouraging and supporting me, and giving me the occasional kick in the ass when I needed it.
But at this particular moment, I wanted to throttle them both. "Alice, Rose, I mean it! Get in here this instant!" I shouted, stomping my foot. Alice danced into my room, her face the picture of innocence, spare for the wicked glint in her eyes.
"What I'd do?" she asked. Rose walked in right behind her, a similar expression of feigned innocence plastered on her gorgeous face.
"Yeah, what's the matter Bella?" she asked. I glared at them both, and pointed to my closet.
"What, the hell, happened to my clothes?" I demanded. They both looked at my closet, and frowned in fake confusion.
"What do you mean? Everything looks perfectly fine. You've got great clothes in there, Bella." Rose said. I took a deep breath to try and calm myself.
"That's the point. All of my clothing is gone! All that's left is the stuff you guys force me to buy! Half my wardrobe is missing!" I said. Alice sighed.
"Bella, honey, all that stuff was terrible! It was too big, and frumpy, and we couldn't see any of your yummy curves under it." She said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Alice, you and I both know I have no curves to speak of, though it's sweet of you to say so." I said. I sighed. "I suppose it's useless to ask you to give me my clothing back?" I asked. Rose looked thoughtful.
"Well, how about we compromise?" she asked. I eyed her warily.
"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.
"How about you chose half the items we took away, but we get to help choose which half." She said. I thought about that.
"It sounds like I'm getting the short end of the deal." I said.
"Then we'll take you shopping for new clothing tomorrow, our treat, and you get to choose… four out of the eight items we buy." Alice added. I considered. That would pretty much replenish my closet. I sighed.
"Fine. I agree to the terms of your contract." I said sarcastically. Alice clapped and bounced excitedly.
"Yay! You're a treasure Bella!" She said, bouncing up to me and kissing my cheek. I laughed, and swiped at it.
"Eeww! Pixie cooties!" I teased her. She laughed.
"You know you love it." She said, and then headed to the living room. Rose laughed, and followed her.
I shook my head. Where would I be without those two? Probably with a lot less stress, but a lot less fun, and a lot less self esteem. While they could be a pain in the ass, they were always looking out for me. I sighed. It was Friday, our movie night. Well, that is if none of us had dates, which more often than not we didn't. It wasn't uncommon for me, seeing as how I was so shy around the opposite sex, but it was strange for Alice and Rose not to have dates.
I went into the living room, and settled myself on the couch, with Rose on the loveseat and Alice lying on her stomach on the floor. Tonight's selection was The Notebook. A hopelessly romantic and sappy chick flick that we all loved. We were fully prepared with Kleenex and Rocky Road ice cream. I looked around, and shook my head. "How sad are we, ladies?" I asked. Alice and Rose looked at me, and nodded solemnly.
"Tell me about it. I haven't met a decent guy in weeks!" Alice whined.
"Me neither. It seems as though we've gone through all the semi-decent guys in this area. And found that none of them are as decent as we thought." Rose put in. I nodded.
"It's rather ridiculous. Why can't guys be like Noah?" Alice asked, gesturing at the T.V screen. "Sweet, funny, honest, romantic, hot, and willing to commit to a serious relationship." She said. We giggled.
"Because then they'd be gay." I laughed. Alice and Rose giggled hysterically, remembering my last boyfriend, who had been all of those things. Gay included.
Rosalie sighed. "I want a man whose tall, strong, handsome, sweet, caring, funny, and will worship the ground I walk on." She said. I rolled my eyes.
"Rose, all guys worship the ground you walk on." I said. She laughed.
"True, but I want him to worship everything about me. Not just my looks." She said. Alice sighed too.
"I want someone who's a gentleman, sweet, sensitive, and interesting." She said. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. The last guy she dated had turned out to be duller than a box of rocks. Literally. He'd gone on and on about his accounting agency and Alice had actually fallen asleep during one of their dates. No joke. She was still pretty irritated about it.
They both rounded on me. "So how about you, Bella?" Alice asked.
"Yeah, what's your dream guy?" asked Rose. I thought for a moment.
"Well… I know it sounds silly, but I've always kind of had this image of someone in my head. Kind of like a dream that you've had over and over, or a story from when I was a kid. But I can't quite remember where it's from, or what it means." I said. I blushed furiously. "That probably sounds stupid." I said. Rose rolled her eyes.
"Bells, you've gotta stop assuming that any stray thought that comes out of your mouth is stupid. Tell us more." She said. I hesitated, but did as she asked.
"Well, I don't really know what he looks like, but I know he's cute. He's sweet, funny, thoughtfully, and he loves me for who I am. He's my best friend. " I said softly.
"But you don't know who he is?" Alice asked; a dreamy look on her face. I shook my head.
"Wow. I wonder if he's real…" Rose thought, with the same look Alice had. I shrugged. I'd always had that image in my mind. As long as I could remember. It had always been comforting; like someone was always there for me, watching out for me…
EPOV
"Emmet, not again…" I groaned.
"Come on, Eddie! Just one more round! I want a rematch." He pleaded like a little kid. I sighed, and looked down at him since I was on the couch and him on the floor.
"If I agree, will you promise to stop calling me Eddie?" I asked.
"Done!" he agreed triumphantly. I sighed, and dutifully picked up the Xbox controller, though I knew he'd never stop calling me that. No matter how many times I told him, it always 'slipped his mind'.
Emmet and I were in the middle of an Xbox racing match, while we waited for Jasper to return with pizza. I'd already beaten him three times, and yet he still insisted I was cheating somehow. But he took comfort in the fact that while I destroyed him in racing, he could kick my ass in Halo.
Emmet, Jasper and I had been friends for years. We'd met when we were seven, and had been inseparable ever since. We grew up together in Forks, causing all kinds of trouble, and then had moved to Portland to get some space from our parents without being too far away. Emmet's parents had moved to Florida to retire, while Jasper's had gone back to their home town in Texas. (Even though Jasper was from Texas, he didn't have an accent because they'd moved early on). My parent's however had stayed in the microscopic town of Forks.
Emmet was big and burly, with three inches on my height of 6'2, with lots of muscle, dark brown curly hair and brown eyes. Jasper was about the same height as me, with blonde hair, and blue eyes. We were all in college, and all had jobs to help pay for it. We actually all worked at the mall (sad, yes I know). I worked in a small book/music store with Jasper, and Emmet worked across the street in a car shop, seeing as how he was the car junkie. I liked cars too, but not as much as I loved my music. I was majoring in music in college, Jasper in history, and Emmet in mechanics.
It was a blast to go to college and work close with my friends. But sometimes I just needed space, which was why I had my own small apartment across the hall from Jasper and Emmet's shared two bedroom apartment. We were practically brothers, and did most everything together, but had our spats just like all siblings did. Such as now when I yet again defeated Emmet, and he yet again accused me of cheating. Thankfully Jasper got home before things got ugly. Emmet could get really riled up when it came to competition… of any kind.
"Emmet, cut it out. You always think he's cheating." Jasper said, rolling his eyes.
"That's 'cause he is." Emmet muttered. But he soon forgot about it, since there was now food thrown in the mix.
Once we'd all settled in with pizza and Coke, we turned on tonight's selected action flick – Transporter. Lots of explosions, fast cars, and guys beating the crap out of each other – how could you go wrong? While watching the movie, I thought about how sad this was. After all, we were three young, attractive, employed and enrolled men, and yet we were sitting around playing video games and watching movies with pizza and soda on a Friday night. How much more pathetic could you get?
After the movie was over, I told the guys just that. They agreed enthusiastically.
"I hear you, man. I mean, a fling now and then is okay, but I'm tired of bubble headed girls whose only talents are in the physical realm, you know?" Emmet asked. I nodded.
"Yeah, I know." About the bubble headed idiot part anyways. But I decided not to point this out, since I was teased endlessly about my lack of ambition to get laid with the first girl who offered. Jasper nodded.
"Yeah, I'm ready for a serious relationship, too." He said. We all grew quiet, each thinking about our ideal woman.
"Blonde…" Emmet said suddenly. "I'm really into blondes." He said. I couldn't help but snicker.
"You hear that, Jazz? Emmet's really into you." I said. They both took it good naturedly, as it was meant to be, and laughed until I thought they'd wet themselves.
"You know what I meant, Edward." Emmet said once he got his breath back. I laughed.
"Yeah, I know." I said. Then I sighed. "It's not as if we're not proactive about this, right? Are all the decent girls hidden away somewhere?" I asked. Emmet grinned.
"No, they're just too smart to go out with the likes of you." He said. I glared at him, but it was ruined by my grin. Emmet was one that kept our little group solid, real so to speak; as ridiculous as that sounds. Sometimes Jasper and I got wrapped up in our own little worlds, or forgot to keep things light, and not take everything so seriously. Emmet was the one who made sure we got out into the world, had fun, and were around other people. And me and Jasper made sure Emmet didn't make a complete fool out of himself, or get into too much trouble. All in all, we made quite the team…
Ending Note: Hey everybody! I hope you liked the first chapter. I do. Heehee. Anyways, I'm going to be posting another two today, so read on! Please review!!! Messages are amazing too. Lol. Peace!!!!! ~~~~~~~:D~~~~~~~