Author's Note: I got an idea to write a story using an album as the storyline, so I decided to use it. I immediately chose Everything In Transit by Jack's Mannequin because, well, it's my favorite band and it, itself, is a story. If you haven't already heard that album, look it up; it's amazing.

Alas, I've chosen Edward's perspective from which to write my story. All characters are human. The gist of my story is that Edward, of course, falls in love with Bella. He's a year older, and Bella moved to Forks her senior year and became best friends with Alice. After his freshman year at Carnegie Mellon, he goes home for the summer where he meets Bella. It's a summer romance that ends, and Edward's left with a broken heart. The rest, my friends, is a mystery until I allow you to know. After all, I don't want to give away my whole plot line so you don't feel the need to read it.

Anyway, I'm looking for an editor, beta, or whatever you want to call it. Reply if you're up for it, and I'll send you the plot line and what I have when I get a little bit farther with the second chapter. Thanks!

By the way, I love reviews!

Chapter 1: Holiday from Real

Oh, it's a picture of perfection
Ah, and the postcards gonna read
"Fuck yeah we can live like this...
We can live like this"

The setting: California in the summer. Could it get any better? I thought as I looked upon my lover, resting. My arms were still around her as we had fallen asleep together after the best night of my life. Make that second best. The best night had to be the first time I laid my eyes on her and instantly connected. She was breathtaking, and every time I looked at her I just got more and more amazed. I kissed her forehead, emitting a sigh from her lips. "Edward." My bliss rose as she muttered my name.

"You're mine Bella, and I'll always love you," I whispered, nuzzling her neck. A smile crept upon her lips, and I remembered all the reasons I loved her. If I made a list it would somewhat go like this: the way she tells me she loves me, the way her eyes sparkle whenever she has an idea, the way she talks in her sleep, her warmth, how much she simply connects with me, the way she blushes when I tell her that I love her, the way I get to catch her whenever she trips, the way her body fits with mine perfectly, the way she can make my day infinitely better, the way I can get lost in her eyes.. Basically, it would last forever. That girl has my whole heart. She is essential to my being. Thank God she loves me too.

I reluctantly disentangled our entwined bodies and picked myself off the bed. Though I'd rather stay in bed for the rest of my life with her, life still had to go on. Before I could do anything, her arms snaked around my waist, rendering me useless. All I could do was turn and stare into her engulfing brown eyes, and I instantly forgot everything. She was mine and nothing else mattered. Her arms moved their way around my neck. She stood on her toes and her lips met mine, portraying all our emotions and love. It was sweet and irresistible.

"Good morning," her lips muttered against mine. I wrapped my arms tighter around her body, never wanting to let go.

"When you kiss me like that, it is."

Her lips let a giggle escape, happily ringing in my ears. "Then my goal is to make every morning a good one."

Her lips connected with mine again. "How about you make this morning a great one?" I joked, though she knew what I meant and wanted. She knew how my body ached to be synchronized with hers, how badly I needed her. It was all I needed to be eternally happy.

Her laugh penetrated my ears once again, though this time significantly much more beautiful. It was a deep laugh, not a shallow response. I nuzzled her neck with a grin on my face. She would comply with what I requested. She wanted it just as bad as I. Slowly and gently, my hands caught underneath her shirt she had apparently thrown on quickly before, exposing her beautiful skin. I wanted to kiss every inch of it, every inch of her.



Before long, all clothes were shed, and the warm water in the shower washed away our sins as we embraced in the shower for what seemed like eternity but in reality was only a few minutes.

"Isabella Marie Swan, I love you, and with each and every day, I only love you more. I don't see how it's possible, seeing as I love you much more than anyone and everyone can and will," I whispered in her wet hair, "You are my life."

"Edward," she sighed contentedly with her eyes closed.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I urged, not willing to let her go any time soon. My only goal for the day would be to have her in my arms the whole time. Before she responded, I lifted her chin with my finger so our gazes could meet. I could see no regret on her face. There never was regret. She was just as sure as I was.

My goal was destroyed the moment she spoke. "Well, I'm thinking we really have to get ready. As much as I'd love to spend all day in bed, in the shower, wherever with you, we really must get going." According to her, I must have seemed disappointed, so she lightened the mood with a joking statement. "We don't want the neighbors to think we're dead."

I chuckled, instantly forgetting any melancholy. "Silly Bella, the neighbors are most sure we're not dead when we stay here." Her face showed confusion until she finally caught on, emitting a red shade to her cheeks, which I immediately kissed. I then moved my lips across to her ear. "You know I'm joking." I teasingly blew air on her neck, forcing a shiver from her. In response, I chuckled once more before nibbling her ear. Her arms playfully smacked me, and I retreated. I let go of her body and settled for her hand, pulling us out of the confines of the shower.

"So, what are our plans for today, Miss Swan?"

Her small hands reached for a towel, and I immediately handed it to her. "Thank you," she mouthed before answering my question, "I was thinking we could go to the boardwalk and then the beach afterward." I raised my eyebrow at her suggestion? Sex on the beach? She immediately caught on to what I was thinking, "Oh, you perv." It didn't sound like a reprimand though, and I smiled smugly. She wouldn't object. She eyed me before adding, "Put some clothes on."

A grin broke on my face. "I know you don't want me to." She merely shook her head, wearing an amused expression.

An hour later, we reached the boardwalk, hand in hand. I felt complete, like I always did when I was with her. I was lucky I had found her. I simply wouldn't be who I am without her. Everyone had commented on how much happier I seemed, that is before the two of us moved to California and no one no longer knew us here. Life was perfect here, and I never wanted it to end. Waking up to her each morning, being with her every moment, and seeing her smiling face every day suited me very well. If I was alive now, before I met her, I barely existed. When she came into my life, it was as if a meteor had lit my dark sky, exposing me to the beauty of everything. I was content before, but incredibly ignorant. I had no clue how much better life would be with her. If she were to leave now, everything would be dark once more, and I 

wouldn't be okay in the least bit. I would be empty, lost, and dead. To put it simple, my life with her was better than any movie or story, and without her I would not survive.

I hadn't realized I had been thinking for a while until she kissed my cheek. "You're a little out of it, aren't you?" Her face suddenly became overtaken with worry. "Are you okay? Do you want go back home? I don't want you to be out if you're not up to it."

My arms brought her close to my body, and my lips touched her forehead, as if to take away her fears. "I'm okay," I whispered, tilting her head up so her lips could reach mine, "But I would like to go back home."

She nodded. "Come on then," she ushered me. She still thought I wasn't feeling quite right, so I decided to give her a hint as to why I wanted to go back home. I brought her body still closer to mine and wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing her passionately. I rested one of my hands on her thigh, running it up and down. I could feel her losing control, as was I. I don't think having sex in front of an arcade would be socially accepted.

I sighed and disentangled her legs, placing her back down. "Breathe, Bella," I reminded her. I heard a sharp intake of breath and a slower, more relaxed breath out. I clutched her hand tightly and led her in the direction back home when she suddenly stopped.

"Edward, as much as I'd love to do that, I think," she chose her words carefully then, "it'd be healthier to do something else for now. We can't always just be fucking, you know." I smiled her favorite crooked smile, as she would call it, as she cursed. It was always striking to hear a curse come from her lips and her voice. While she wasn't exactly a saintly person, one wouldn't expect to hear her using 'foul language.' "Here," she commanded, handing me a ski ball after putting a coin in the machine, "We can hang out here instead."

I took the alternative in my hand and sighed, "My wish is your command."

Her small frame quivered. "You're sounding more and more like a perv with each and every day."

I snickered at her remark, but threw the ball before gathering her in a tight hug and kissing the top of her hair. "A hole in one."

My gaze was focused intently on the wonderful girl next to me. I couldn't stop thinking about how perfect she was. When she had moved to Forks her senior year, I was already out of that town. I didn't believe my sister's claims of how wonderful her new best friend was until I met her myself. Since then, my sister had accused me of stealing her best friend. It was only fair though, since her best friend stole my heart. Now she lay close to me, her head resting on my chest as the sun set on the shore. The waves crashed on the sand, and the wind lightly blew her hair, only adding to the effect. It was truly the most beautiful scene ever, every part of it. I could stay here forever, and quite frankly, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

Absentmindedly, my lips brushed her hair, forcing her eyes on mine. She positively beamed, and I was barely restraining myself from kissing every inch of her.

I didn't have to restrain myself too much.

I sighed and opened my eyes. Sometimes all I need is a holiday from real. I'd rather that than face the truth. It was perfect.

None of it was real.

Author's Note: Hopefully the other chapters are longer than this one. And hopefully I won't have lines like "a hole in one" that can be taken pervy. It's supposed to be like I got the perfect girl or something like that. If you couldn't tell, this was all a dream.