This is the first chapter for my next story, Falling For You. It started out to be like my story ShiftCommaThree, but then it came out all differently. Anyway, it's really good…and its my longest story. I hope you like it. R&R - Alice xoxo

Chapter 1

Jazz, I typed onto my computer. Hmm, that doesn't sound much like a real name. Fine then, my name is Pixie. Anywho, I was looking for a penpal and I found your e-mail address on the penpal site. So, I wondered if you and I would like to talk sometimes Where do you live? If you are aloud to tell me, that is. I'm not, sorry. But I can tell you this: I'm a junior in high school. I'm 16 and I got a Yellow Porsche 911 Turbo for my birthday The perks of being a doctor's kid. Yes, my family is rich, but I don't like to brag about it.

I have one brother who is dating my best friend. And I have a cousin who is dating my other best friend. I'm currently not in a relationship. Poor me.

Anything else I need to tell you? Just ask. I cant wait to hear back from you. Write back soon, Pixie.

I sent the message I just wrote and then closed my laptop. I don't know what little voice inside my head said I should start writing to a penpal, just something told me it would probably be a good idea.

It's not that I don't have any friends in real life. I do. My brother, Edward, and I are pretty close. And his girlfriend, Bella, is like my best friend. Even though she doesn't like to do the same things as me. Like shopping, and throwing parties and fun stuff like that. Plus, I am really graceful whereas she will literately trip over a flat surface.

Also, Rosalie - who happens to be dating my cousin Emmett - is my other best friend. She is there when Bella doesn't want to go to the parties or shopping. Which is always.

Anyway, about twenty minutes after I sent the message to Jazz, I decided to check to see if there was a reply. Jeez, Alice, I thought, not all of us are computer junkies like you are.

I sighed into my email account and sure enough, there was a letter from him.

Hey, Pixie. Nope, Jazz isn't my real name. Just a nickname. I'll tell you my real one…sometime. I just hate it.

I know all about the perks of being a doctor's kid…well, not really a "doctor's" kid. But my family has a lot of money. I'm from the south. Texas, to be exact. Old southern money. That kinda stuff.

So yeah, I live in Texas now but my dad is trying to find a job. Somewhere North and I haven't decided weather or not I'm going to stay here with my mom or go with him. Help?

Don't be sad, Darlin', I'm single as well. I just broke up with this bitch Maria not too long ago. And she's on of the reasons I'm considering moving with my dad.

I cant think of anything else to day either. Uhmm… what's your favorite color? Write back as soon as you get this. (unless you have something more important to do.) - Jazz.

I wrote back as soon as I read the email.

Jazzzzzzzz, I'm writing back like 7 seconds after I read your reply. Anyway, wow. I live north. Maybe you could move here. *Hint Hint.* No, forget I gave you that hint. No one wants to live around here. It's cold and rainy and boring.

My favorite color would have to be pink. Because, well, I'm a girl. And what girl doesn't like pink? What's yours?

If you don't mind me asking, why did you create the account on the penpal site?

Ok, it's getting late and my parents don't like me having a lot of stimulation before I go to bed so I guess I have to sign off. I hope you write back soon. I'll check in the morning for a message. - Pixie.

After I shut the computer off, I set it on my desk and then climbed into my bed. Yes, I literately had to climb because the bed is so high off the floor. And it doesn't help a lot that I'm so short.

I tried to get to sleep, but all I could think about was that Jazz guy. I mean, he only sent me one message, and already I like him. He seems really nice. I would like to maintain a friendship with him for a while…