OK so this is my first twilight story. It is all-human and really has nothing to do with the story. Characters you know will not be owned by me….ones who you don't know are mine !! Enjoy.
Bella POV
A plan.
My plan.
I plan to have a simple life, you know the husband, the kid, the nice…not the dog.
I think simple is the wrong word actually. I wanted a peaceful life.
I thought I had the husband part done and dusted. I had only ever been with one person. Edward. He was my neighbour, then my friend, then my best friend, then my boyfriend. This all happened in the space of 15 years.
I was 5 and he had just turned 6 when my mother sent me to knock on their mansion and give them a warm welcome. I wanted to watch Cinderella, but mother said it would have to wait. I don't think she would have cared as much if our new neighbours didn't happen to be very rich and influential. I don't think she would have made her famous meat pie for a nobody. So at the age of 5, even I knew that this family were important.
I remember humming and holding the pie waiting for the door to open. I remember looking up to see a small, skinny boy looking down at the pie with a happy face. He was cute in a scruffy way. But I thought him very rude paying more attention to the pie then me, so I placed the pie on the step and walked of.
"Oi! Erm, hey is the pie for me erm pie girl?" His voice was quite high and he stumbled over his words.
"Bella actually, and yeah it's my mothers "warm welcome pie".
"Smells quite nice"
"Yes my mother makes nice smelling pie."
"Right," he nodded. I gave him a smile and walked towards my door.
That was our first meeting. Hardly memorable, but I began to see a lot of him. Our greetings were usually the childish waves but after a while we were less shy and had small conversations.
Edward and me were really nothing special. Nobody thought of us as an unusual pair. We were just 2 friends, neighbours, it was simple.
His parents didn't think me as anything special. Just a child playmate of Edwards. Without us noticing we began to become more and more close and would do everything together. We were too young to have secrets, but he did confide in me.
"What's that person that writes stuff and then it goes in newspapers for old people?" he asked me one day on the swing.
"Astronauts?"
"No that s'not it. Journa…. Journi…"
"Journalist?"
"There that's the one." We sat there in silence. I then looked up and said "what about them?"
"Oh that's what I want to be Bella. A journalist!"
"Would I be able to come with you?"
"I don't know. I don't think journalists talk to girls. But if you want I can be the first one that talks to a girl."
"So is that a yes." He did his usually nod and we carried on swinging.
Eleven years later we hade been a couple for a year. It wasn't easy being a couple. Something had happened to Edward and a lot of girls liked the change. He wasn't scruffy Edward. He was big looking. His green eyes had the same sparkle and his hair was in permanent disarray. But he was tall and had muscles.
Edward swore that he actually had gone to the gym to get his muscles but I think he was just lucky and that they had just appeared out of nowhere.
"Seriously Bella, your being ridiculous. I think I would know if I was flirting."
"I think Jessica would know if you wee flirting too and it certainly looked like she thought that."
Our latest arguments. I guess he couldn't help it. Being a girl magnet I mean. He could of at least got himself a haircut. He said that now he had to shave he forgot about the rest of him and cutting his hair didn't seem a problem.
"When I'm a journalist Bella, and I'm travelling around the world I won't have time for anything." Edward had decided that being a stay at home journalist wasn't for him. He was going to travel.
I brushed it aside. It was a dream. His parents would make him into a politician and that would be fine with me because it would mean he would be home. With me.
I brushed his comments aside when he moaned about Forks being boring and how he couldn't wait to go to Iraq or India. He still thought I would come with him. He was like that. He still remember a conversation we had at 7 and 8.
But that was a while ago. I wouldn't come. I couldn't. Over the years my dad had become ill and my mum had no time for him and was on the brink of leaving herself. He needed me.
Edward didn't realise this. I knew he loved me. He told me so and it was evident he did want me with him when he left.
I had convinced myself that what we should do is go to college together and settle down. But I knew that it wouldn't be like that.
Either a girl more exciting then me would come along or he really did leave for a far off country with me still here.
My plan might not include Edward, but if it wasn't him I didn't want anybody else. I was his best friend so I would always be there for him. I just wish I could always be there as a girlfriend.
At 19 we were still together. With the dark cloud of Edward leaving becoming bigger and bigger our realationship felt more serious. Or maybe it was me trying to cling on.
"So Bella love I have 3 days of from work. Fancy a trip to my parents?"
This was weird. Edward avoided breathing near his parents in case they asked him to breath more like a politician. They didn't approve of his wanting to be a journalist. He compromised however by studying politics.
"Ok, lets spend our days off with your parents."
We only went to a college a few miles away from Forks. I stayed with Dad whose health wasn't any better.
"I see them all the time Edward. You are the one who needs to see them more."
"Ok ok but please Bella. They actually said to bring you along. Can't upset my mother can you Bella? Must look good in her eyes" he smirked down at me with his handsome face.
"You know that if I wasn't nice to your mother she wouldn't want us together."
"Silly. Like my mother could stop me. Your father is the one that hates me though."
"That's because you explained sex to me at the age of 7 after he told me it was when the mother ate a magic egg that she would get pregnant. You said it was bloody ridiculous. You then told me sperm were the size of worms. I was afraid.
"It was ridiculous and I was only informing you. The sperm thing was a joke." His eyes then brightened "you aren't afraid of sex now though are you."
I rolled my eyes and agreed to having dinner with his stuck up mother and annoying father.
I didn't know that this would be our last dinner with his parents. Or the last dinner with him for 4 years.