A/N: Alright, is this cliché or what? I know so many people have a best friend's story for E/B! But I want my own! You should hear me! I sound like a whiny four year old. Anyways, I'm mad because Edward Cullen Shall Fall In Love… the next chapter is half done, but I can't finish it. So this is passing my time. And writers block.

Twilight, I don't own. Lol, which is good, because I kind of suck at writing.

OOC (Bella, Rosalie. Maybe at times Edward.)


You Are What You Are: Chapter One

Bella's POV

He was my everything. He held me up when the going got tough, supported me through it all. He knew my darkest secrets. Didn't mind that I was clumsy. I had moments when I was messy and neat. I was moody and selfish. One of the most unlikely people that he should hang out with. He did so much for me. And all of these things he did for me…I loved him for them. I loved everything about him really. His laid back laugh, smile, personality, firm muscular chest, sparkling green eyes, reddish- brown hair and overall outcome on everyday life. He was Edward Anthony Cullen. He knew me better than I knew than I knew myself. And the weirdest part about all of this, he was only my best friend. Funny how things work out, huh?

We were so close, everyone assumed we were a couple, but I assured everyone it was nothing more than a friendship. A very good one. His sister Alice, aka the meddler in relationships and one of my closest friends that was well… gushing with personality. She was always trying to get Edward and I together but it was just simply not happening. And no one seemed to be satisfied with that answer. From neither Edward nor I. We either got a "Girls and guys cannot be friends." Or, a simple look and a "Ha." And my personal favorite, "Pssht. He hasn't screwed you yet?" Of course our friends would always come up with a new one occasionally, but those were the hand picked favorites. Edward and I had agreed.

Plus, what really was wrong with us, hmm? Friends come in all shapes and sizes. Willis and Doodleberries or not. It didn't matter. Edward was like the brother I never had. Of course, I had to blush at this… Once Alice asked me, as a truth or dare question, if I thought Edward was hot. And well. That… Would be a total lie if I said no! He was… you know. Hot. If you were into that sort of thing. Sensitive. And passionate. Yet, utterly aggressive at the correct moments. Taking control as the man. You know? Hmmm..Too perfect. Uggh. So not my type. Anyways.

So I always felt the need to defend myself just like that. Whenever someone asked me why I didn't like him. Of course someone would take this being defensive, but I wasn't! It's called not liking someone and… Hello people! Get over it!

I suddenly heard a very loud knock, almost a banging, coming from front of my apartment, shaking me from my thought process. I groaned, swinging my bare legs from underneath my down comforter, looking around for a pair of shorts to throw on over my lacey number.

I found a short pair of navy blue shorts, and threw them on just as the banging got louder. I stumbled to the front door, tripping on several items strewn around my tiny apartment.

"I'm coming!" I yelled, just when I thought the pounding couldn't get any worse. I unlocked the padlock, and swung open the door. I wiped my eyes tiredly. "What the hell do you want?"

"Geez Bella! Don't text or call me for an entire night, then yell at me! Real nice!" Edward's green eyes flashed angrily.

"Edward, is it really that worrisome?" I groaned. I was oddly tired. Actually it wasn't odd. It was early.

"Yes." He pushed past me into my apartment looking around.

"What the heck are you doing?" I stared at him as he looked around.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing. You know. Checking for mold."

"Well you have fun with that." I stared at him blankly as he adventured into my room.

"I don't think you'll find your mold in there!" I called in a fake cheery voice after him. I plopped on the couch. He was so protective. Silly Edward. Just because he was a year older didn't mean he was wiser. I didn't know what he thought was going to happen if I brought a man home. I thought I did alright. You know, if the parts fit, aka the pencil went into the pencil sharpener, and I wasn't preggers within a couple weeks, hey. It's all good.

Again, he knocked me from my reverie when he plopped down beside me.

"Hey." He grinned.

"Are you bi polar?" I asked, studying his face.

He frowned. "No Bella. I'm not. I wish you'd stop asking me that."

"Hey!" I held my hands up in defeat. "If you'd stop acting happy one moment, angry the next, then happy all over again, no one would be judgemental. I rest my case." I grinned.

He looked like he wanted to laugh, yet hit me at the same time. "You know Bella, your something else."

"I know." I laughed. "So, since you were all lonely last night… what did you do? Hit the clubs with the group? Or… did Eddie study?" I grinned.

His eyes flashed. "Jesus Bella! I so wish Emmett had not brought that name up!"

I waggled my finger in his face. "Naughty Edward. Your changing the subject. What did you do? Beat the meat? It's okay to confess now Edward. We are in college after all. It is a bit sad that you can't get some ass, however… you know that jacking off is perfectly acceptable. Even for grown men." I bit my lip to hold back my laughter. His expression was livid.

"For your information. That's NOT what I was doing." He cleared his throat.

"What then? What were you doing?" I asked. I really was curious. And I felt a little bad. I was just messing with him.

"I was on a date." He stared at me. "That's why I was trying to call you. It ended so badly. She was trashy. But when you didn't answer after fourteen times, I got panicky."

"You called fourteen times?" I started.

"Just listen." He groaned.

"Oh, I am. Believe me." I said.

"Well, I wanted you to come into the restaurant and pretend to be my girlfriend or something. Get pissy and yell and me for being terribly rude for cheating on you. Then maybe she'd walk out on me." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because, I didn't want to outright tell her 'Oh, I don't like you. Your stupid and your rude and you smack your food. Go away.' I'm bad at telling people there's stuff I don't like about them. Always have, always will. Usually when I meet them, I don't see there flaws. But on a relationship based level, I can see them. But obviously I don't want to hurt them."

I stared for a minute. "How does making her think you're a cheater any better then telling her the truth?"

"Well the truth would come out wrong." He said meekly.

"No. The truth is simply I don't think this is working out. I think I my soulmate is elsewhere. I'm sorry. But I had a nice time, and you're a lovely person. Of course bending the truth a bit, but its nice, cordial and, you still get out of there alive. And no keying on your precious Volvo."

"You're a genius Bella." Edward grinned.

"Oh I know. So what's the plan for tonight. Movie right? The usual Saturday night festivities." I smiled.

"Of course." He leaned in to give me a hug.

I could always count on Edward.


A/N: Next chapter is being written now. (In Edward's POV.) It's 1:09 AM Eastern time. Lol, but I'm wide awake. My boyfriend is officially a douche bag I've decided for hanging up on me. So this is why I'm writing another chapter! Yay? Say yay by reviewing! Mmkay. It'll be up soon. Like..Soon… I hope!