Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Twilight! SMeyer does.

BPOV

Edward Cullen. How would I describe Edward Cullen? Edward Cullen is, for the lack of a better term, a geek. Edward is the sweetest person I know. He is also the smartest person I know. I believe that he was Albert Einstein and Bill Gates love child in a past life. Edward is also an AMAZING pianist. He can play almost anything by ear. On top of all of that, Edward Cullen is my best friend and the love of my life.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but I prefer to be called Bella. My parents divorced when I was five. Renee, my mom, received custody of me, and quickly moved out of my parent's hometown of Forks, Washington; stating that it was never for her. The last I heard, she was in Phoenix, Arizona. Or that was what the postcard she sent last year was from. Renee shipped me off to live with my dad as soon as she trapped some young, naïve fool into marrying her. What a 23 year old guy want with a woman twice his age, I will never know? Charlie, my dad, is the police chief of the dear town of Forks. His lack of emotionally intimacy and job keep him from being a normal, overbearing parent. Translation: He doesn't hover. When I get ready for school each morning, Charlie is already at work. Now on my way to school, I can't help but remember my first day at Forks High. It was in-between classes when I was being showered with unwanted attention that they tripped him.

I couldn't find it in me to even chuckle. I had this over-whelming urge to protect this guy. After I chewed out everyone in earshot, I went to help the poor guy with his things. He seemed shocked that I would even look his way, let alone take up for him. I encouraged him to not let the numb nuts get to him. I knew I was a goner the moment he relinquished his beautiful jade green eyes upon me and stuttered out a thank you.

Knock. Knock.

I'm taken out of my reprieve by a knock in my truck's window. It was Edward. How did I get to school so soon? I take in a deep breath, bracing myself for the foolishness that is Forks High.

"How's it going Cullen?" I ask as I exit my truck.

"It's going…What were you thinking about a moment ago? You completely zoned out." Edward asked looking and sounding concerned.

This is typical Edward putting everyone else's concerns before his own. I look to my best friend, giving his get-up a good once over. He was wearing a vintage Star Wars tee, a pair of washed-out skinny jeans, and his infamous, worn-out All-Star Converse. His smoldering green irises were caged behind his black-rimmed glasses, held together in the middle with tape. His reddish, bronze locks were in their usual state of unruly (no surprise there). His skin was so pale that it looks as though it sparkles in the dim sunlight of Forks.

"Oh, nothing, just how great it would be to finally get away from Forks and this wretched place called high school."

"Well there are only a couple of months until graduation." Edward said trying to ease my obvious anxiety.

"Yeah, like six." I snorted.

"C'mon they'll fly by before you know it."

"Yeah, I'll be counting down the days!" I proclaimed.

"So ready to get rid of me, eh?" Edward asked teasingly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes held the usual self-doubt and insecurity, the results of years of bullying, but there was something else there.

Nervousness?

Fear…maybe?

Of what? His future?

Uncertainty? Yes, that has to be it, Edward told me about all the pressure he was getting from his dad about his college career. His dad is Carlisle Cullen, the chief surgeon at Forks General. Carlisle is well-respected, and great at his job, it's his second wife, if you will. Carlisle wants to take his love of medicine and thrust it upon one of his sons. Because Edward's older brother Emmett is a dumbass, and Edward is brilliant, he is Carlisle's perfect little molding clay. Carlisle expects Edward to go to UCLA and John Hopkins, but little does he know that Edward has dreams of attending Julliard. Edward is a phenomenal piano player. Just the way his face lights up and the passion in his voice when he talks about one day composing, makes me smile, and I know that he'll make the right decision by going to Julliard. I just hope Carlisle feels the same way.