This story was basically inspired by two different things. 1.) Is Twilight of course. 2.) Is the song 'The Best Day' by Taylor Swift.

I thought it would be nice to establish a better relationship with Bella and Renee while throwing in my own twist, because I can, because this is a fan fiction.

Disclaimer: Doesn't the fact that I need a disclaimer prove I don't own anything?

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Five years old…

Mommy said we were going to get away. She dressed me up in my big fluffy coat to keep me warm and set me in her red car and told me to stay there until she came back out of the house. I wanted to say goodbye to Daddy but Mommy said there was no time. I knew better then to go against what Mommy said, so I waited for her in the car. It seemed like forever before Mommy came back outside. Daddy was standing by the door and he looked sad. I wanted to run up to him and hug him but Mommy was mad and she was yelling at him. I didn't want Mommy to yell at him but I knew if I got out of the car she would get mad at me too and I didn't want that either.

Mommy yelled at Daddy louder then before. I could see a tear in her eye and it made me want to cry too. Daddy looked like he was begging her to do something but my ears could not hear him. Mommy yelled again and ran to the car and got in.

I looked at her and then back at Daddy. I wanted so bad to tell Daddy that I loved him and hoped that it would make him happy like it always did when I talked to him but Mommy was driving away from him. She was taking me away from Daddy and from our house and I knew I wasn't going to see Daddy for a very long time.

My eyes hardly reached high enough that I could see out the window, but I was trying my hardest to watch as the trees flew by faster then anything I'd ever seen before. My eyes got heavy and I yawned, my mouth stretching into a big 'O'. I leaned back against my car seat and closed my eyes. Maybe we were just going to Grandma's to visit and Daddy didn't want to come with us this time. Yeah… that had to be it.

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When I woke up, I could see trees, but not the kind I was used to. These trees were 'monkey' trees, as I called them. The ones with coconuts in them. I'd never seen them in person before, only in books and on TV and suddenly I knew we weren't visiting Grandma.

I looked up front at Mommy who was still staring at the road as she drove. She looked sleepy and sad. When she could tell that I was no longer asleep she looked back at me with a smile.

"Hey there Bells. Did you have a nice nap?" Her voice was shaky like mine was when I cried. She smiled a tiny smile at me and turned away.

"Mommy, where's Daddy?"

"Daddy's back home, sweetheart. We're going on a little trip to the beach. How does that sound?" She sounded back to normal. Like I was used to.

"Daddy didn't want to come?"

"No, Daddy didn't want to come this time. But you and me, we're going to have fun Bells." She turned her head slightly as she continued, "We're going to spend the summer down here and we're going to make some friends and play on the beach everyday."

I smiled at her. I liked the idea of the beach and making new friends. Then when summer was over we would be headed back to Daddy and I would tell him about all the shells I collected and all the new friends Mommy and I made. I was just confused as to why Daddy didn't want to come. Oh, well it was his loss. He would just have to enjoy the stories I would tell him eventually.

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Mommy pulled up to a tiny house that had a big sign in the front yard that I didn't understand. Well I understood the word "sold" but that was all. Mommy got out of the car and came around to my door and opened it up. She unbuckled my seat belt and took me out of my car seat. She cradled me in her arms and stood in the driveway looking at the house. It was very pretty. The house was a light yellow with brown shutters and flowers hanging off of every window box. Mommy was smiling so wide that it almost reached her ears.

She set me down on the grass and reached into the car to get my bag out. Then she grabbed my hand and leaned down next to me with my bag slung over her shoulder.

"Isn't this pretty Bella? We're going to be living here. Do you like it, sweets?"

I looked into her brown eyes, the ones that people always said I had and smiled for her.

'It would be better if Daddy was here too.' I thought, but didn't dare say out loud just in case Mommy would get upset. So I nodded instead and she picked me up and threw me over her free shoulder and we ran inside the house with me giggling the whole way in.

Once inside, Mommy set me down and looked around, sighing with happiness. I was busy spinning around in circles in the empty room until I heard her laughing. I stopped spinning and looked over at her blurred body. I giggled from the little bit of dizziness that I felt and ran over to her and shouted, "Tag!" and ran away. I could hear Mommy chasing after me and that only made me want to run more.

We raced around our empty house for what seemed like forever until Mommy finally caught me and swung me around. She laughed louder then I'd ever remember hearing her laugh and I liked that. I liked seeing Mommy happy.

It got later and I got sleepier from all the traveling but Mommy told me that she still had one more fun thing for me to do before I could go to bed. I yawned and stretched my arms out and reached up for her to swoop me into her arms.

She carried me outside to our front porch and sat me on the tiny swinging bench next to her. She pulled a big blanket out from a suitcase which had not made it inside yet, and wrapped it around us. I was leaning into her side as she pointed to the sky. It was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. The sun was disappearing behind the 'monkey' trees and the whole entire sky was the prettiest color of gold ever. It was like gold on Mommy's necklace; 'topaz' I remember her calling it.

A few minutes later I was out cold. I laid my head on Mommy's lap and fell asleep. I remember dreaming about us going back home to Daddy and me telling him about Mommy smiling and laughing and asking him why she never did that at home, with him.

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13 years old…

We haven't left. It's been 8 years and we never went back home from our little vacation. At first I was furious. I wanted to see my Dad. Up until I was 10 I'd been making him presents out of seashells to take back home to him when Mom finally decided that we would leave. Until she finally told me, "Bella, sweetie, as you might have guessed. We aren't going back to Forks."

I guess I knew that, somewhere inside of me, I mean I had started school here, but was I going to let that stop me from acting like I wasn't upset about my suspicions being confirmed? No way.

It took me some time to cool down, but not before I ran off in search of a place I could call my own. I waited until Mom fell asleep and climbed out my window and carefully shimmied down the tree, as hard as it was. As soon as my feet touched the ground I sped off to the beach. I'd learned some shortcuts there after awhile and could make it there in ten minutes flat if I ran my fastest.

Tonight I was going to revisit that same spot. My 8th grade graduation was coming up in just a few short weeks and I needed to go think and let out all my frustrations. School, as usual was hard for me. It was especially windy out but I wasn't stopping for anyone or anything. I needed to be alone in my own special place. I drew closer to my spot and was relieved at the thought of crashing down into it's soft sand and crying until I was ready to go back home. I ran around to the opening of the covered entrance and climbed into the small space. It wasn't until I had started sobbing that I noticed a presence of someone else. Who could it possibly be? I could have sworn I was the only one who knew about my secret getaway.

I opened my eyes slightly to see a boy sitting on the other side of my secret hiding place, looking slightly uncomfortable. As if he was the one who just threw himself in a hole and started crying like a maniac. I sniffed back the tears and finally looked up at the boy. He looked about 16, maybe 17 and nice enough, but I couldn't be sure. He shifted awkwardly and looked at me and even in the dark space I could tell that his eyes were bright and friendly and… upset? If I hadn't noticed that he was upset I would have kept staring into his eyes. They were the prettiest thing I'd seen since that sunset when I was five. They were a magnificent green, much brighter and lively and vivid then my dull brown ones.

A tiny voice in the back of my head reminded me not to stare for too long because I could scare him off and that was the last thing I wanted right then.

I'd only had one crush before, yes that's right, only one crush in my life. His name was Shawn and he was in my first grade class and I thought I was going to marry him someday because I was convinced he was the cutest boy in the world, but if I put Shawn next to this boy sitting in front of me, Shawn would have looked like the plainest thing and I would have been ashamed to have ever even thought he was cute.

This boy was far beyond his years in looks. His hair was slightly longer and messier, but in a good way, then most boy's in my class had their hair. And it was such a pretty shade. Almost like the color of a penny mixed with silver. A… bronze! That's the word. It was like a bronze medal. His nose was a little bit crooked but it the most perfect way ever. His face was chiseled in a way I'd never seen before other then the actors in the movies Mom watches.

"Hi. Are you ok?" I must have been staring for so long that he felt compelled to say something. I blinked a few times in shock and then answered with a extremely quiet whisper but I doubt that he heard it.

"I thought no one else knew about this place." He sighed and put his face into his hands. His hands were large enough to make me wonder if he was tall. He lifted one of his hands to his hair and ran his fingers through it. He looked over at me when he dropped his hands back onto his knees.

"Seriously? You ok?" He asked me with such curiosity that it felt rude not to respond.

I stammered to get words out and I knew it sounded like gibberish so I wasn't surprised when he asked me to repeat what I had said.

"I'm fine. I just… I didn't… I'm gonna go home now." I stuttered out and began to stand up when I heard him speak again.

"You don't have to go." I turned back to look at him. He was still sitting the same way and he was not looking at me, but even then I felt like I had to listen to him. He had such a powerful, deep voice. I sat myself back in the sand and looked at him, waiting for him to change his mind and tell me to leave.

"Everyone always leaves." His voice said, yet he still did not look at me. I could agree with his words though. I'd done it. To Dad. I'd left, even though I was pretty sure that Dad didn't blame me for it.

"Tell me about it." The words escaped my mouth before I could stop them. But they caught his attention because he finally looked at me. His eyes were lit with a questioning glare and I found myself wanting to move closer to him, just so I could look into his eyes.

We sat there in silence for an ungodly amount of time, just staring into the others eyes. I didn't quite understand how his beautiful eyes could stare into my boring ones for such a long time without looking away.

"So, what's your name?" He asked as he ran his hand through his hair again. I gulped down the large amount of saliva that had accumulated in my mouth and tried my best to answer.

"Bella…Isabella…Swan." I mentally slapped myself for sounding like an idiot in front of this boy. I could tell that he wouldn't have stuttered his response. I bit my lip, expecting the conversation to end right there. I looked at the sandy ground and played with it, drawing circles with my finger. I jumped a little when he started laughing. I looked back over to him with curiosity. Was he laughing because he thought I was an idiot?

"Ok Bella Isabella Swan. My name's Edward." He smiled and reached out his hand. This was my chance to prove to him that I wasn't stupid or had a speech impediment. I held out my hand to shake his and smiled shyly at him.

"Just Bella." He nodded his head and released my hand. His went back to his knee and mine went back to playing with the sand. Again, it was silent. I wished I wasn't so shy. I wished that I could strike up a conversation, but as luck would have it, I got my dad's social skills instead of my mom's.

"So how did you find this place…Bella?" He tested out my name and nodded once again, but this one was for himself.

"Well, I, uh, I've lived here for awhile and I find this place a few years ago." I explained while picking at the sand on the ground.

"I wonder why I've never seen you before." I could feel his eyes on me as my own were fixated on the ground. He was being nice to me. Boys had never been especially nice to me. I was plain.

"You live here?" Finally, I lifted my gaze from the ground and looked at him. I wasn't going to be shy Bella, I was going to make a different impression on this stranger then I had on all the kids at school.

"I just moved here." I nodded. Then why had he wondered why he'd never seen me before?"

"But I've been coming here every summer since I was born." He'd replied like he knew what I was thinking. I nodded once again, not sure of what to say to this boy. He was exquisite that much I knew. He was intelligent, it was clear through the way he spoke and most importantly he was interested in talking to me.

"So, Bella, what brings you here? If you don't mind telling me." His voice was laced with honest concern and curiosity. Why did this boy have such an interest in talking with me? I was no more exciting then the very sand we sat on. I wasn't exceptionally pretty. My hair was a dark auburn very much like my dad's and it flowed all the way down to the middle of my back in those God awful waves I hated so much. I was pale, way too pale to look normal among all the tan Californians. I was skinny and lanky and while some girls in my class were starting to… develop. I wasn't.

"Uh, I just needed to think about some things and I always come here to think so I came here to think cause I need to get away from home and, you know, think." Good response Bella. Really. He won't think your stupid now huh?

He laughed at me. But it wasn't a mocking laugh, and Lord knows I know what a mocking laugh sounds like. But his was one that would be caused by humor. Who told a joke around her?He can't be laughing because I sounded funny, could he?

As soon as he recovered from laughing he looked at me, with a smile on his face.

"I guess this is a good place to think." He laughed quietly as he mimicked me. So much for the non-mocking laugh.

"But that's a good reason I suppose." He looked over at me once again, still with a smile on his face. He apparently found me humorous.

"Well, uh, what about you?" I managed to ask before blushing bright red from his gaze on me. His smiled faded a little but he didn't hesitate before answering.

"My Dad's really sick." With those words from his mouth, my heart dropped into my stomach. How was it possible that we both had Dad problems. Stop it Bella! I thought. At least your Dad is healthy.

"He…uh, he isn't going to make it." He trailed off slightly before regaining composure and returned to speaking. "He always wanted to live in California and every summer here he would try to convince my Mom to let us stay, but she loved Forks so much and couldn't bare to leave it behind."

I know that my mouth fell open with the magic word. Was it possible that this is what people call fate? Me meeting a boy from Forks and we both have pretty much lost our fathers.

"So when we found out he was sick, we packed our bags and decided to move here so he could finally live in California." He laughed a quiet and sad laugh and his gaze fell to the ground. "So I come here every night, because I cannot stand watching him get even more sick every single night. It kills me to watch as he gets weaker and I cannot do anything to help him."

His hands shook ever so slightly and they fell to the sand. His right hand just a few inches away from me in this tiny little hiding space. I decided to be brave. I took his hand in mine and tried to comfort him.

"It's not your fault Edward." His name flew off my lips like they'd always been there. "There's nothing you can do."

His eyes were locked on our hands and I realized I was making him uncomfortable so I pulled away, or tried to anyway. His hand wouldn't let go. I looked into his eyes and he was smiling. His thumb was rubbing the back of my hand and we were sitting just a little too close for people who met only 20 minutes ago. Yet in those twenty minutes I knew more about him then half the kids in my class. Some part of me was flattered that this much older boy, a junior in high school no doubt, was holding my hand. A lowly 8th graders hand.

"Thank you." He got out. His hand finally dropped mine and it went back to his knee. My hand was still in the same spot that he left it in and I was staring at it. Why on earth did it feel like fire was bubbling under the surface of my skin?

"Tell me about yourself Bella." My gaze was torn off my hand and thrown onto the beautiful green eyed boy in front of me. "How old are you?"

The moment of truth. He wouldn't want to speak to me anymore after this. He would grimace and run away wondering how he could have possibly told something so personal to a little girl who was barely a teenager. My mouth twitched as I answered his question.

"Really? Thirteen? I could have sworn you were older." He smirked at me. He wasn't running. My age didn't scare him off? Should the age difference scare me? Wasn't it almost illegal?

Wait. What am I talking about? Nothing is illegal because he's not even interested in me. We just met for God's sake and I was worrying about… a relationship?

"Nope. I'm embarrassingly young." I sighed, refusing to meet his eyes. "Uh, what about you?" I knew the answer. I just waited for him to say it, Seventeen.

"Fourteen." My eyes darted back to his, wide with shock no doubt. There was no possible way he was fourteen. He was much to well spoken to be at such a young age. He smirked at my expression and leaned closer. "But, shh, don't tell anyone I'm almost as embarrassingly young as you." He laughed.

"You thought I was older? How is that possible? I could have sworn you were seventeen. I mean how old could you possibly think I am? 14 or 15 at the most? But, I have no idea why you would think… I'm babbling. And I probably sound like an idiot, thus proving I'm definitely not lying about my age."

I heard him laugh quietly as I made a fool of myself and I felt his cool, sweet breathe on my face and wondered how long I would be shoved in this tiny hole with him. I was hoping it would be a long, very long, time with Edward in my, or should I say our, tiny hide out.

"You're very interesting to me Bella. I want to know more about you." His breathe tickled my cheek.

A very, very , long time would be more exact.

Chapter 1 - Complete. Wooooo! Ok, so it was long and I was going to keep going but I think over three thousand words for the first chapter is good. Right? Oh, and don't worry vampire lovers. This isn't just one of those all human fan fictions.

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