A/N: hi, this is my first fanfiction. review and tell me what you think. Review if you want me to carry on.
Preface
BPOV
How do you deal with being in love with your bestfriend? The pain you go through every day watching him talk to girls, but feeling lucky that it's you he's always been there for; not Tanya, Kate or Rosalie. It's always me whose hand he is clutching tightly, or smothering in big bear hugs. Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice; i'm pretty sure it'll be fire for me as i'll be doomed to the darkest pits of hell, being Satan's bitch for all of eternity. But that's just me plain jane Isabella Swan, never standing out. camoflauging herself so not to get unwanted attention. You, Edward Cullen. Sexy. Smart. Inhumanly good looking. Not that i'd ever let him know though, where would be the fun in that?
