Author's Note: Hello! I know that the time period in this FanFic might not be the exact same in which Edward really got turned, so remember before you review: This is just a FanFic! The details aren't perfect :] Also! I do not own Twilight or any characters in this story based on Twilight characters.

Chapter 1

When Edward Met Lynn

I first met Edward when I was only fourteen years old. I had just reached my full height of five feet and six inches and not one of my dresses fit me. I had taken to stealing my older brothers' trousers and pinning old table cloths and curtains to them. My brothers didn't notice, and my mother didn't care as long as I didn't take my baby brother's blankets.

"The winter, it is harsh," she would warn. Papa didn't mind either way. Edward was the first person to really ever say anything about it. My best friend of the time, Samantha, and I were sitting on the church steps one Saturday talking about her drunkard father. He wished to marry Samantha off soon. Samantha was an only child, her mother killed a year before by the virus that now was infecting by baby brother, Joseph's, lungs. Samantha's papa drunk before that, though, and Mrs. Kimber's death didn't stop that any. Samantha was telling me about who she would ever hope to marry when a velvety voice interrupted her.

"That's a tablecloth!" it stated loudly, sounding more shocked rather than outraged. Samantha looked up angrily, dark brown eye's fiery, short sandy brown hair blown angrily into her face, making her look even more menacing.

"Oh!" I heard the boy start.

"What of it?" my best friend demanded. This time I looked up, my light brown eyes filled with more wonder than anger. Who would actually comment on that?

A boy with sparkling, dark green eyes and bronze, wind-blown hair. He was too tall to be my age, but couldn't be older than my oldest brother, Jeremiah, whose trousers I just so happened to be occupying. His face was carefully structured, I supposed God himself had taken years creating him, making sure he'd look beautiful even with the slightly taken aback look he had on now. I was not used to being in the presence of such a gorgeous boy. I parted my dark brown hair onto my shoulders, a nervous habit I possessed. My hair was waving down to my waist now.

Samantha confronted him as I hung my head, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

"That was very rude," she told him, her feelings not being dazed, "where do you get off?"

"I meant no harm, of course," he said, his face slowly building into a confident smile, I noticed as I glanced up.

"Honestly," his velvet deep voice continued, mistaking my being uncomfortable for offense. I looked up to the sound of Samantha getting up, her six foot figure stretching high. She placed her balled up fists on her hips. The boy seemed amused that Samantha was only two inches shorter than him.

"Please." He insisted, sticking a hand out to her. His skin was a pale sand color.

"Edward Masen." The name flowed from his lips. Samantha took his hand, still frowning warily.

"Samantha Kimber."

"Accompanied with the pleasure of?" he inquired. My eyes flashed from the hand suddenly in front of me to his emerald eyes, locked with mine. I took it and quietly murmured, "Caroline Sleaker"

"Carol," he smiled. I was surprised by the quick nickname.

"Lynn," Samantha corrected, looking at him for another apology. He read her.

"I was too quick to assume," he smiled apologetically.

That windy October day was the spark of an enormous friendship. I was a follower in my young days, easy to trust new friends. Samantha was the opposite of me, bringing surprise with her acceptance of Edward. But Edward always seemed to understand Samantha like no one else could. Edward was the perfect match for both of us, varying as we may. At age fourteen, I had the largest bosom than any other young girl I knew, although I was not flat in any other place either, always larger than others. Samantha was smooth and gorgeous, her hair dropping gracefully at her chin. I was known for my sharp memory, Samantha could not remember the last month. Samantha was known for her strong spirit, I needed the courage. Edward seemed so compatible to Samantha that everyone guessed they were secretly courting. Her father even expected a soon marriage. Mr. Kimber was dazzled by Edward, as was everyone. Samantha let her father's assumption's live, but always insisted to me that it was I Edward loved.

"Nonsense," I argued, working on my stove one night.

"He is always throwing puzzled looks at me, that Edward Masen." I was stirring the soup more rapidly.

"Boy's do not like being confused, do you not know?"

"He does," Samantha's voice sang from a distance. I turned, whipping my long ponytail to see Samantha leaving, entering the December chill.

But the friendship we three had was great. It was enough. Edward was fifteen; same age as my brother, Jack; one year younger than Jeremiah. Although me and Samantha never met them, Edward told us of his parents, Elizabeth and Edward Senior. Elizabeth was said to be lively, her husband the calm one of the pair.

Edward seemed to have an uncanny sense of understanding towards everyone except me. It seemed due to this that he took a special interest to everything about me. Whenever that Edward was on a roll, Samantha would throw me one of those looks, which Edward always caught, his gaze becoming less intense with a light chuckle.

"Rambling." He'd laugh. I'd always smile in return. He was my best friend, nothing more.

END OF CHAPTER ONE- WHEN EDWARD MET LYNN

Author's note: Chapter 2 is already written and will be up really soon! :D

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