Hello everyone :)

I was drabbling a bit as I was writing a new chapter of one of my main stories, and I felt like writing this little two/three part story.

It won't be very long, and I'll update the other chapter(s) pretty soon.

This is the first chapter, kinda like an overview of everything, and there will be one or two more chapters in total.

Who knows, I may even make it into a full length story one day.

So please enjoy the first instalment :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or the characters.

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.

That's what people always tell me.

For some people, sex means love. For others, sex means pleasure.

For me, sex was sex.

Well, that's what I wanted him to believe anyway.

I'd known Edward Cullen for nearly a year.

I'd first met him when I moved into my apartment in Seattle. He lived opposite me, and had offered to help with my boxes after the removal van had dumped them at the main entrance.

Of course, I accepted.

Edward Cullen was the most handsome man I'd ever met in my life.

I was only 21 years old, but I'd lived in three cities, I'd seen a lot of guys.

I'd never had the courage to properly speak to a guy though, unless he talked to me first.

That's probably the only reason I became friends with Edward.

He has green eyes, so bright and beautiful, yet dark when he gets into that mood. His hair is bronze and tousled, constantly looking like he's just had sex, even if it's halfway through the day and we haven't even been near either of our beds. He's strong, and very fit, lithe and lean without the packed muscles I hate on a man. He had the perfect muscles. Not too much, but not too little. Just right for when he was holding me.

He's simply perfect.

After our first meeting, he continued to speak to me every morning, even walking with me to get coffee.

I started to learn everything about him, and he began to learn everything about me.

What surprised me the most was that he didn't seem fazed by my love for books or my taste in music. He accepted it and he even seemed to like it.

It didn't take me long to fall in love with him.

I'd never been in love before, but I knew that I was. He was in all my thoughts, all my actions. He ruled my life and most certainly owned me.

Of course, he didn't feel the same about me.

We were friends.

Best friends.

That was it.

About three months after we met though, I was in his apartment as we watched a movie and gorged on ice cream and popcorn.

I'd turned towards him to say something, and he was staring at me.

To my complete and utter surprise, he kissed me.

I have never been kissed how I was that night.

At first, it was slow, almost loving. Then as I began to kiss him back, it turned deeper, more passionate…

We were in his bed five minutes later.

I don't regret what happened. I can't regret what happened.

It was the most amazing night of my life, and I revelled in Edward's arms as he held me and kissed me and made love to me.

The next morning, it was like nothing had happened.

We made breakfast, we laughed and we smiled as we read the newspapers.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And again.

And soon enough, I was more than his best friend.

No, not a relationship.

Friends with Benefits.

I wasn't complaining back then, and I'm not complaining now.

Friends with Benefits was fun. We were best friends, yet at night we loved each other like a couple would.

I stayed over more and more, and I loved waking up to his smiling face.

Everything was perfect. I even thought we were going past the stage of "Friends with Benefits" and he wanted more.

He really truly wanted me.

I thought he was falling for me like I'd fallen for him.

But I should've learned that nothing in life ever goes how I want it to.

"Bella? … I met someone."

Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened?

That's bullshit.

Please review, they always make me want to write more :)