Hello! Here I am again, with a new idea. I came up with this after listening to two Taylor Swift songs, on repeat, to be honest. They were: You Belong With Me and I'd Lie.
I know that this idea's been done like, a million times but...I'm giving it a shot.
So, here we go...ready...set...read!!
Age Five
"Mama, I'm gonna go play with Edward." Five year old Isabella Swan said, hopping on one foot as she pulled on her pink rain boots. Renee smiled and nodded to her daughter, then watched as Bella ran out the door, braids streaming behind, tripping only once on the way, and out of sight.
Renee stood up and looked out the kitchen window, watching as Bella ran through the puddles left by the morning rain to the next door neighbor's house, the Cullens. Edward Cullen was in Bella's Kindergarten class, not much of a surprise, really, but, since Esme Cullen was also one of Renee closest friends, they'd already been friends for as long as the two kids could remember.
Bella knocked on the front door and waited for a moment before it opened and Esme let her in and waved to Renee.
"Hi, Sweetie. How's my favorite girl today?" Esme asked, shutting the door behind little Bella and helping her out of her jacket. Bella smiled up at her best friend's mom.
"I'm good." Bella said, sitting down and pulling off her muddy boots. "Is Eddie upstairs?" She asked, standing up again with bare feet. Esme smiled to herself.
"Yes, he's in his room. Go on up." She told Bella.
"Thank you Mrs. Cullen!" Bella called, already halfway up the stairs. A moment later there was an "Oof!" and a dull thud.
"I'm okay!" Bella yelled to no one in particular. Esme laughed softly, used to Bella's clumsiness and went back to her magazine.
Bella pushed open the door to Edward's room and found him playing with his cars on the floor. She plopped down next to him and picked one up.
"Wanna race?" she asked suddenly. Edward looked up, grinning.
"You know I'm gonna beat you again." He said. Bella stuck her tongue out at him.
"Nu uh!"
"Yeah uh!" It went back and forth for a minute before Edward stopped it.
"Ready." he started, getting to his feet with his favorite Hot Wheels car in his hand.
"Set." Bella said, doing the same.
"Go!" the yelled together, and ran out of the room, cars in hand, making "car noises" and driving their cars on the walls, the banister, even the open air. The two zoomed past Esme, who watched them, laughing. They were nearing the finish line...
And Bella fell.
Neither Esme, Edward, or even Bella really knew what happened, but Bella started crying, cradling her wrist to her chest. Edward screeched to a stop and ran back to her, sitting down next to her on the floor, looking distressed. Esme calmly made her way over to the two, took one look at Bella's wrist, and helped her up. It was obviously broken.
"Come on, you two. Let's pay Mr. Cullen a visit." Esme said. Edward scrambled to his feet as Esme helped Bella put her boots back on, then her jacket. When she was finished, Esme picked Bella up and carried her out to the car. Bella was still sniffling, trying not to jostle her arm. Edward followed, looking worried, and climbed into the backseat while Esme set Bella inside.
"Stay here while I go get Mrs. Swan, okay guys?" she told them. Edward nodded and scooted over to Bella.
"Does it hurt?" he asked quietly. Bella just nodded, sniffing again.
"I'm sorry." He said sadly, upset that there wasn't anything he could do.
"Oh, Bella..." Renee said, getting into the passenger's seat of Esme's car. "It's going to be okay, Sweetie. Edward's Daddy is going to fix it."
"Yeah! My daddy's a doctor, remember?" Edward added as Esme pulled out of the driveway. Bella nodded and lay down in the back seat, resting her head in Edward's lap. On instinct, not even thinking about it, Edward gently stroked her hair.
Esme glanced at them in her rearview mirror, and smiled.
Three hours later, Bella had a purple cast on her left arm, Edward had already printed his name in big letters on it, and the two kids were eating cookies and drinking chocolate milk in Renee's kitchen while Renee and Esme talked in the living room.
"They're going to be together by the time they're....seventeen." Renee said, then took a sip of her tea. Esme shook her head.
"No...I think it's going to be eighteen." She mused.
Age Eighteen - Bella's POV
"Argh!" Edward groaned as he paced, pulling at his hair. I sat in the spinning chair at my desk, my eyes following him as he paced in circles around my room.
Edward still had the messy bronze hair, still had the stunning green eyes, and he was still my best friend. But, he was now six-foot-four, his voice was deep, and he had razors and shaving cream in his bathroom.
Not to mention my heart. But, it wasn't in his bathroom.
"Help me out here, Bells, you're a girl." Edward said, flopping down on my bed.
Yeah, I'm a girl, Edward. Thanks for noticing. I rolled my eyes.
"Edward, Amy-" Edward interrupted me.
"Amber. It's Amber, Bells." He reminded me. I could tell he was smiling, just a bit.
"Oh, right. Sorry." I apologized. "Anyways, let me get this straight. You told Amber the funny blonde joke that Emmett told us the other day?" I asked. Edward nodded. I smacked myself on the forehead, then rolled up a magazine that was sitting on my desk. I stood up and smacked Edward across the nose with it. He yelped.
"What the hell?" he yelled, sitting up. I rolled my eyes at him.
"You're an idiot." I said, trying not to laugh as I sat down next to him, criss cross.
"I'm lost." Edward said, falling back again, and tangling his hands in hair, about to pull it again. And people wonder why it always looks like he just rolled our of bed...
"Edward, stop and think for a minute. What color hair does Amber have?" I asked him, making sure to talk extra slow. For such a smart guy, he could be pretty stupid.
Alright, I'm not saying that no blonde can appreciate a blonde joke. But Amber...
Think...cheerleader (not that we have any at our school, but if we did....) Think....Chihuahua in the purse. Think...."Seriously, coach, you want me to play volleyball? -dramatic gasp here- I'll break a nail!" Think....Barbie.
Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating just a little bit. But, just a little. Anyways, Amber was the type of blonde who only 95% of them can really appreciate a blonde joke. I still couldn't see what possessed Edward to date her.
"Crap!" Edward groaned, snatching the magazine out of my hand and smacking himself with it.
"Now do we get why she's mad at you?" I asked as he beat himself over the head with the magazine.
"Yeah." He said as I took the magazine from him. He sat up, and turned so that he was facing me.
"Now, the question is, how do I fix it?" he asked, more to himself than me. I sighed.
"It's simple. Go buy her perfume, say you're terribly sorry, an idiot, you never meant to insult her, she's beautiful-"
"Okay! Okay, I get it." Edward said, laughing a little, holding up his hands. He stood up.
"Thanks, Bells. You're a lifesaver." He kissed the top of my head.
"I'll see you tomorrow." He said, then left the room with a wave. A minute later, the front door slammed, and he was gone.
I groaned and flopped onto my back. I stared up at the ceiling.
It was the classic story. Edward and I had been friends since diapers. We grew up together. Went through the awkward stages of middle school together (He had braces, I had glasses) and now we were seniors in highschool.
And, of course, somwhere along the way, he'd stolen my heart.
As always, Edward drove me to school in the morning. But...
"Hey, you're early." I commented as Edward appeared in the door way to my bathroom as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, still in my PJs and glasses.
"I know...um...we need to pick up Amber too." He said sheepishly, reaching back and rubbing the back of his neck. I turned to glare at him.
"A little warning would've been nice." I said angrily, stomping back into my room to finish getting ready.
Amber and I...we didn't get along. At all. She was jealous of me, being the best friend and all, and I was jealous of her for being the girlfriend, which, of course, I hid terribly. Thankfully, Edward has the tendency to be an idiot about these things, as we've already seen, and, as far as I know, doesn't have a clue.
"Aww, come on, Bells! Don't be mad at me..." Edward pleaded as he followed me back to my room. Even though Edward was oblivious to my feelings, he'd caught on to my dislike of Amber. I stopped him at the door.
"I have to change. Go raid the fridge or something. I'll be down in a few minutes." I told him, then shut my door while he was still standing there. I felt kind of bad about it, but hey! If I didn't hurry, we'd be late. Again. And I was still a little mad at him. Like I said, warning would've been nice.
I sighed and got out a pair of old faded blue jeans and pulled them on. They had a few holes in them, but that was okay. It gave them character. Then, I put on a white tee shirt with different colored stars on it. I decided not to bother with contacts today. I didn't really have time to go through the hassle of putting them in, and I kind of liked my current glasses. They were simple, plastic, black frames.
I was sitting on my bed and yanking on my sky blue hightops (they matched some of the stars on my shirt) when Edward knocked.
"Are you ready yet, Bells?" he called through the door. I finished lacing my shoes up, grabbed the red hoodie on the end of my bed (which also matched certain stars on my shirt) and slung my tan messenger bag with all my books and stuff in it over my shoulder, then opened the door. Remembering just in time, I grabbed my brush off the dresser. I'd have to do that in the car. Edward followed me down the stairs with his hands in his pockets. I stumbled when we got to the bottom, but caught myself.
"Bye, Mom!" I yelled, grabbing my keys off the table.
"Bye, Mrs. Swan!" Edward yelled, holding the door for me. I walked down the porch steps and waited for him to unlock his car. It was a nice car. Shiny, silver Volvo. It was baby. He gave it a good washing every Saturday, without fail, and towel dried it. Vacuumed the inside on Sunday. He had a set of rules for it that he listed off to every person to get in it.
1. Feet remain on the floor boards. Exception: Bella can have her feet on the seats.
2. No food in the car. Exception: If Bella say...was rushed out of the house without breakfast, she can eat in the car.
3. All drinks must have lids on securely.
4. He gets radio control. Exception: Bella can have it if she pouts enough.
5. No feet on the dashboard. Exception: Do you see the pattern yet?
Of course, the "exceptions" weren't a part of the rules listed...but they often came up.
We got into the car, Edward started driving towards Amber's house, and I pulled my hair out of the pony tail it was in and started brushing it.
"You're buying me lunch today." I told Edward. He opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again. After a minute he admitted.
"Yeah, I guess that's fair."
We got to Amber's way too soon for my liking. She was already outside, tapping her foot impatiently when we pulled up.
Amber was wearing a mid-thigh length black skirt, a white halter top (It might be only September, but she'd be cold by the end of the day.) heels, and she'd straightened her hair.
Edward's never really been the kind of guy for stuff like that. This is an advantage of being the best friend. He talks to me about this sort of stuff.
To repeat what he's told me, he gets intimidated by a girl who dresses up every day. For a date, he likes it, I mean, what guy doesn't? But for just everyday, school, hanging out at his house, that sort of thing, he, like me, doesn't see the point in it. Look decent, but don't over do it.
Amber walked down to the car, and opened the passenger door. I smiled at her.
"Are you going to move?" she asked, tapping her fingers on the hood of the car. I sighed loudly, rolled my eyes at Edward and clambered over the center console into the backseat. I saw Edward wince, and knew that if it had been anyone else doing that, even Amber, he'd be yelling now.
Amber got in the front seat then leaned over and kissed Edward. I stared out the window.
As Edward pulled away from the curb, Amber tossed my bag onto me.
"Oops, did I hit you, Bella? I'm sorry." She said, flashing me a fake smile. Yeah, right.
Then, she reached out and turned on the radio. I waited for Edward to protest, to remind Amber of rule number four...
Still waiting...
Stupid as it is, it hurt. I was supposed to be the only exception to that rule. I'd been the only exception to any of the rules since the day he got the stupid car, two years ago, but here Amber was, fiddling with the radio unhindered. What was next?
I bit my lip and dug my ipod out of my bag. I curled up, my feet tucked underneath me, and stayed in my own world the rest of the way to school.
Edward pulled into his regular parking space a few minutes later and we piled out of the Volvo. We were late, big surprise. Amber hurried off to her first class of the day, after kissing Edward again. I started walking towards our first class, English, while he was...occupied. I was already halfway there when he came jogging up behind me.
"Wait up, Bells." He called after me. Our schedules were almost identical. I only had one class without him. This could be a good thing and a bad thing...
I wanted to just keep walking. I wanted to tell him how much it hurt every time I saw him with Amber. I wanted to tell him that I couldn't be around them any more. I wanted to tell him that he had to chose, me or her.
But, I couldn't. It was silly to even think I could do any of those things.
So, I stopped walking. I waited for him to catch up with me.
"Hurry up, we're late." I said as I started walking again. He had a smile on his face, but it just wasn't the same. It wasn't his smile.
"Yeah, what's new?" Edward asked as we entered building three and walked down the empty halls. I just shrugged. He was right. We rarely got to school on time.
I was about to open the door to the classroom when Edward put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me.
"Hey...is there something wrong?" he asked sincerely, looking down at me. I looked up into his bright green eyes.
Of course there's something wrong. Are you blind? I yelled at him in my head. But, when I opened my mouth I said,
"No. Just tired." Then I turned and went into class.
"How nice of you to join us, Miss Swan, Mr. Cullen." The teacher chided as we slid into our seats.
Edward believed me. When I want to be successful with my lies, he can see right through me. But, the one time I want him to know I'm lying...
Typical.
There we are! What do you think? Should I continue this? Please, please, please review and tell me what you think of this?
