AN: So, this is my first fan fiction, and I do not own twilight, or anything of the sort, and I am not SM.

Chapter One: Beginnings

It was difficult, having to stare out the window helplessly watching things you knew you were going to miss pass you by. But somehow, calming, knowing that maybe the things you were going to were going to be even better than the things you had. But whether it was good or bad, I had to say goodbye to my house in the sunny Phoenix town I loved. Instead I was moving to a place which I didn't care about enough to remember the name of. I looked down at my scrapbook which I had created to remember all my friends here, and I opened it, silently laughing to myself at all the funny faces of everyone. Then I turned the page and looked at the one face which I didn't want to look at. The one person whom now when I looked at his face, it was like my stomach was being jerked back.

I tried not to even remember his name.

But staring at his face, the memories of the one person who I thought I loved overflowed me. Eric was his name. He was my existence. All until one day I found out he loved my best friend instead.

I decided to close the book, and push away the memories. It was something I was good at. Pushing away unpleasant things. And as I pulled into the mossy filled driveway of my new house, I knew that I would have to pretend to love it for my mother's sake, since it was her idea to move in the first place. As I opened the door of the car to get out, I realized how chilly it was, and sighed.

"Goodbye sunshine" I whispered.

I put my hand on the rusty handle of the house, with my boxes behind me, and opened the door with my eyes closed. I lifted up my eyelids and saw that, pretty much, there was no area that wasn't covered in cobwebs, and I new perfectly well what that meant; nonstop cleaning. I shuddered at the thought of having to remove all of the webs and being bitten many times by god knows what kind of spider. Maybe I would get lucky and it would be radioactive; that would probably be the only exciting thing that would happen here, I would become some comic book character.

"Isabella, could you please come help with the boxes?" My mother, Renee shouted from outside.

I always disliked the use of my full first name, but considering I never liked any nicknames anyone gave me, it kind of just stuck.

"I know this is difficult for you to do, but could you at least pretend you're excited to live here? I spent a lot of time trying to find this place, you know most children…" I decided to tune out the rest of the lecture she had prepared for me, considering she had said it at least five times on the way over.

"I got it Renee. Try to be happy, be excited, a new school, and all that jazz. I'm gonna go check out the rest of the house and yard, and maybe the neighborhood. Is that alright?"

"Sure. Just take this one last box and remember to take your cell, it's a very big house."

Of course, because we need a ton of room for just the two of us, I thought to myself.

I shook off the bad thought and brought the last box up the stairs to what I discovered was my room. It wasn't so bad. The walls were a faded off-white color, and it was huge, with a balcony. I figured it wouldn't be too bad to endure. I put the box down and looked out the window.

The sun was just setting, and way off in the distance I saw a giant tree, which I decided that I would have to explore.

I ran down the stairs, almost tripping on a few of them, outdoors to see the backyard. I stared looking for the tree, and sadly, realized how far it really was. It had to have been at least a twenty minute walk. I sighed and walked to the front of the house and ventured onto the street.

I looked up and down it, and saw only one house, looking far better than my house was. It was almost completely made out of glass and wood. A shiny Volvo then pulled into the driveway, surprising me that someone who lived here, in this little town could afford it. A tall teenage guy stepped out, and waved to me. I felt my face burn as I waved back, realizing I was wearing probably the worst looking outfit I could pull together.

The guy walked over to me and held out his hand and introduced himself.

"My name is Edward, you must be my new neighbor." He announced. I realized how tall he was compared to me, but then again, who wasn't?

"Yeah, I guess I am. My name's Isabella." I said as I took his hand.

I felt a sort of spark as my fingertips brushed his. I turned my face away, turning red again, instantly hating how much I blush, and laughed to myself, but to my surprise he laughed also. I looked up at him again, and saw that he had bronze hair, and probably the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen in my life. He turned away from me, and he blushed. I realized how uncomfortable and awkward this must have been.

Finally, when I could speak, I asked what school he went to.

"There's really only one school around here. But I'm a senior." He replied.

So we were in the same grade. That made me feel a little more comfortable.

"Me too. How's the school?"

I couldn't really listen to the rest of what he said. I was just trying to make small talk, and occasionally I would nod, but the whole time I couldn't take my eyes off his face. I couldn't get over just how beautiful he was. Unfortunately, it got dark too quickly, and I was called inside.

Through dinner, I couldn't get his face out of my mind.

As I was walking up the stairs to my room, I stumbled and fell against the wall. I was expecting to fall down the stairs, but I landed on the ground, somewhere dark.

I looked up and saw that the wall I had fallen against was reversed, and I couldn't figure out how I had fallen through the wall. Things like that only happened in mystery stories. But whether I liked it or not, there was only way to go, and that was through the tunnel.

It was a severely long walk, but finally I reached a ladder, and tried to touch the cobwebs on it as little as possible. When I opened the door that was separating me from the rest of the world, I felt a sudden rush of chilling air, and pulled myself out shivering. I looked around and saw the tree that was so far from my window, that I saw earlier that day. I looked behind me and saw my house.

"Brilliant." I thought out loud.

"What is?" a smooth, velvet voice answered.

I shrieked and fell on the ground.

I looked up to a hand that was helping me up and realized who the hand belonged to.

"Edward? What are you doing here?!" I wondered in disbelief.

"What? I can't visit my favorite spot around here? Calm down Bella."

I was curious for a second.

"What did you call me?"

"Bella? What's wrong with that?"

I laughed. "Nothing."

Bella. How simple! And yet, weird to think of, but somehow coming out of his mouth they sounded almost magical.

"So, Bella, what are you doing out here?"

"Me? It's my house."

He laughed at something. I wasn't really sure it was completely necessary, considering I had just stated a fact. He noticed the confusion in my eyes.

"Normally, someone wouldn't have noticed something as simple as a tree." He sat down and patted for me to sit too. "But clearly I'm underestimating you."

"Clearly. But then again, you've known me all of what, two hours? And you think you've got me figured out."

"I'm generally pretty good at figuring people out, even though you are more difficult than most."

I didn't know whether I should have taken that as a compliment or an insult, so I just went with it.

"Okay, so, while we're here, what else should I know about you?" I was honestly curious to get to know him.

"Well…to begin with, My full name is and Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, and I'm eighteen. You're turn."

"Allrighty. My name Isabella Marie Swan, and I'm seventeen."

He was thoughtful for a moment.

"That's a really pretty name.." He whispered low enough for me to know he wasn't talking directly to me, just thinking out loud.

"Okay, so what else do you want to know about me? I've got all night." He said and flashed me his stunning crooked smile.

It went on all night like that, us taking turns just stating facts, and asking questions. I found out he had a brother named Emmett, who lived with his two parents, Esme and Carlisle. He asked why I just lived with Renee, but I couldn't tell him. I didn't tell anyone. But all in all, for me just meeting someone, I knew more about him then I probably knew myself.

That night, I dreamt I was with Edward under the tree.

The next few days, I spent with Edward, learning more and more about him, pleased to trust someone so much, and realizing how much he trusted me too.
When I asked him why he told me so much, he told me he could just tell I was an honest enough person to trust.

The next day, when my alarm clock went off, I was all too excited to jump out of bed. I pretty much ran to the shower and turned on the water so it was steaming hot. I stepped in the shower and once again, thought of only Edward. I knew it was completely odd, liking someone so much after just a few days day. But there was just something about him, like his mind was on a different frequency then everyone else's. It interested me somehow. I stepped out of the shower and ran to my room to get changed, trying not to let the cold air touch me. Naturally, I slipped and fell flat on my back. Even though it hurt more then anything, I couldn't help but laugh, knowing how much of a klutz I was. I went through my room, searching for my clothes, realizing I still hadn't unpacked, and I giggled at why I was so distracted.

I went for the box that had my clothes and pulled out a green button down sweater, with a white tank top and skinny jeans. I put it on and observed myself in the mirror. I looked halfway decent. I still hadn't brushed my hair or put on makeup. I found my hairbrush and struggled to pull it through my obnoxiously long wavy brown hair. I found my makeup and threw on a little eyeliner and mascara.
After I was done, I studied myself in the mirror and grumbled.

"Why can't I just look half as gorgeous as him?"

"As gorgeous as whom, may I ask?" A velvet voice said from beside me.

Again, I shrieked, breathlessly. Once I realized it was Edward, I attempted to speak.

"What…are…you…doing here?" The words stumbled to get out, and I realized how ridiculous I must have looked, sprawled on the floor looking like I just murdered someone.

"Well, Miss Swan, someone had to drive you to school, and I figured that since you didn't know anyone here, I thought I'd help you out." He answered casually.

Instead of replying with some sarcastic remark as I had planned, I just smiled, afraid of what my voice sounded like.

"You look great, whoever that guy is that you're talking about, has to be nothing in comparison."

He was completely clueless! This, I noticed, would come to my advantage.
We drove to school in almost silence, which was slightly frightening.

"Are you nervous for school or something?" I had to ask.

"No." He looked as if he were going to murder someone.

His teeth were clenched and his fingers were gripping the steering wheel.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'll tell you later or something."

I just nodded and minded my own business, pretending to be preoccupied by the window. I looked at the mirror and saw a motorcycle following us. The guy on the motorcycle was smirking. I realized whoever was on that bike, was making Edward very angry. The mystery person turned off the road, and I saw Edward ease up.

"What on earth happened between you and that guy?"

"It's kind of a long story."

"Well, I've got plenty of time." I flashed him a huge grin and he laughed.

"What happened was well…there…was…this…girl…" As he trailed off the subject, searching for the words to say, I saw the pain in his eyes, and when he realized I noticed, he turned his head away from me.

"She and I were really close friends, until one day she told me she liked me. And I told her the same…well, that guy, Jacob, overheard us talking, and for some reason he decided to make me miserable. On the first date her and I went on, he showed up and took her away from me…" I saw him cringe and tried to pretend I didn't notice.

"Well, whatever happened that night, she told me she never wanted to see me again, and she moved. I still tried calling her and everything, but she never picked up."

"Edward I'm so.."

"Don't worry about it. Hey, everyone had unpleasant things in their past don't they?"

I didn't really know what to say, so I just nodded.
When we got to school, I took out my schedule and found out that Edward and I had five classes together. Unfortunately, one of the ones I didn't have with him was first period, so he walked me to my class and told me he'd catch up with me later.

I walked into class with a strange feeling that I couldn't really describe. It was almost as if someone was watching me, but I knew that was completely ridiculous.
When I sat down, I went through my backpack to get a pen and paper, and when I came up, someone's face was near me.

"Hey Bells, welcome to the school."

I recognized the person talking, and shuddered at the memory.

"Don't call me that!" I felt bad screaming at him, but that was what my dad used to call me…

"Sorry, you're Jacob, right?"

"Well. I'm flattered, you already know me. Well, this is a small school, and I do hear things, so that's how I know you."

He brushed my hand that was on my desk with his fingertips and I flinched away.

"Aw. Don't listen to all the things that little Eddie says. He's just jealous of what happened." He cooed in a hypnotic way.

He winked at me and walked to his seat, which coincidentally, was right next to mine.
I sunk down in my seat further and thought to myself:

Fantastic. First day of school and already there's drama.

Somehow though, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't make myself hate Jacob like I had assumed I would.