This is my first fic here, and I only started to write this down in an inspiration moment. I hope you guys will like it, though I think the beginning is kinda tiring. I started the second chapter already, but I decided not to publish it nor continue till I get enough reviews.

Here's Edward's POV, and he's and his parents are HUMAN.

Enjoy.

I don't own Twilight.

Chapter 1: Moving

This time It was for real. We were actually moving from Illinois to Washington. From the convenient and warm weather of Chicago to the cold, freezing and rainy weather of Forks. It was only because of Carlisle, my dad. He was a doctor, a very famous one, and he'd just found the job of his dreams, apparently.

"This is what I've been dreaming for," He told Esme, my mother, at the other day when they sat at the Kitchen's table and discussed about it while I was watching from the entrance. "They want me to be in the top of the Department of Eye Surgery. This is a progress!"

She then smiled at him fondly. "I'm really happy for you, dear."

I knew that she really meant it. Of course she did. But what about the consequences? What about my school, studdings, friends? What about our home? I knew I'll miss it so much.

Don't get me wrong. I really am happy for my dad, too. I knew how this was important for him. I knew how many years it'd taken him to get to this level with his job. I was proud of him, because I knew how complicated was the way all along. Years of studdings, and beginning from low, but now he was there. He made it and got a fancy job.

But moving, all of a sudden, to the other side of the states? This was really sanity, no doubt.

"Edward," He said as he caught me standing there and listening to every word they say. His expression was mostly worried, and anxious. I guessed that he probably saw the unsatisfied look on my face. It hurt me to see his expression changing, his happiness and excitement gone like he was never so enjoyed with himself seconds ago.

Immediately I felt disgusted with myself. Why am I doing this? Why can't I just be happy for him, like I should be? Why do I always have to spoil every nice moment there's in this house...?

I tried to wear a calmed expression on my face, to push my bitter thoughts to the back of my head, and did my best with smiling.

He didn't seem to believe the sudden change, and came towards me.

"I know this is probably very difficult for you," He said. "And I won't make you except it immediately. I'll understand if you'll decide to stay here with your unc-"

"No!" I cut him in the middle of the sentence and said. "I don't want to stay with any of our relatives. I'll go to where you will." I promised.

"Are you sure?" He looked at me carefully, testing my eyes. I noticed the suspicious look on my mother's face before I answered, "Yes."

"But what about your friends?" He continued with disbelief. "What do you think Liah will say if she'll-?"

"It doesn't matter now," I tried to assure him even though I wasn't so sure about it. "Liah and I..." I didn't continue. I knew my girlfriend will be broken. When I leave like that, and there's not much time to say goodbye. I sighed when I thought about how I will probably break her heart.

"You don't have to do this, son. We will meet at holidays, or whatever you'll like. And we will be back here in a couple of years, maybe more..."

"No, that's fine, dad. I really mean it."

He looked at me for a moment, then said, "As you wish."

I saw him walking towards the table again, so I walked after him, wants to be involved with this issue.

It turned out we were to move only to months after my dad's announcement. Dad said he'd already took care for the house we supposed to be living at and all that needs to be done now is only the arrangements of packing and stuff. He said that we'll rent the house and buy everything new in the house at Forks.

A week after the announcement I decided to tell Liah and my other close friends at last. She'd already noticed the change of my behavior and asked not once if everything is okay, but I let her think it is, keeping her away of the unfortunate truth.

So I walked over the place she was sitting at in the morning, with her friends. They sat at the bunch, giggling. one morning, worried, and as she say me getting close she smiled widely and jumped to give me a hug.

"Edward!" she said happily. "I missed you so much. Why didn't you called last night? You promised."

I have totally forgotten. "I'm sorry, Liah." I looked at her face, trying to indicate her, that I need to tell her something privately, away from her friends curious eyes.

She understood, of course. I held her hand and led her to the other side of the yard, over to some abandoned class. I closed the door behind us and turned around to look at her.

Her eyes were questioning, of course. "What is it, Edward?" she asked impatiently.

I wondered how to start. After a moment of thinking and deliberating I said, "We're moving."

It took her a moment to understand. I saw the struggling that was inside her, and she tried to compose herself.

"Where to?" She asked quietly. I looked into her blue eyes and knew it hurt her, though she tried hard with hiding her feelings from me.

"Washington."

Her eyes widened, and in this moment I thought there's a pretty chance that she's going to burst inti tears. She probably didn't imagined that the place will be so far away.

I quickly came over her, holding her in my hands. I didn't want her to cry.

"Shh," I whispered. "Don't worry. It won't be that bad."

"Wha- What d'you mean it won't be bad? Of course it will. We wouldn't be able to keep on touch like this." She said as she cried.

I knew she was right, but I couldn't admit it. I didn't like it either.

"So what should we do now?" She asked as she lifted her head to face me. Her eyes were red and wet.

"Whatever you like."

"Will you promise to Email me?" She asked.

I smiled at her. "Sure."

She tried to smile, then asked as she wiped the tears and we were heading toward our first class, which was together. "When?"

"In a couple of months." and after seeing her face I added, "I know, I don't like it either."

She nodded, and we walked quietly to Trig.