Ok, so here's chapter two. I really appreciate the review I got after the story only being up an hour (= Thank you so much! I'm sorry if this chapter is a little boring, but I'm trying to introduce Bella and Edward separately. And Edwards side of the story probably won't be as good as Bellas till my first 'dramtic' situation happens, but bear with me, it will get interesting (=

Again, thanks!

Chapter 2 .. Edward

I didn't understand myself sometimes, or anytime, lately.

As I sat in that biology room, spending the last few free minutes of class keeping my gaze on the woman of my dreams, I couldn't figure out why I didn't just say something. She'd been there right infront of me for years and I just couldn't work up the courage. Maybe because I was afraid of how she'd react, maybe because I was afraid I'd screw things up, or maybe just because deep down I felt as though I didn't deserve her in any way. Whatever it was, I haven't been able to do anything about this 'crush' for quite some time.

"..marathon tonight instead of saturday, 'cause Alice said Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper are coming home for the weekend, right?"

I slowly came back to reality as I noticed my best friends hand waving infront of my daze-like face, "Hello, earth to Edward. Things working up here?" She said, lightly thumping my head with her index finger. I just smiled at her sillyness and nodded, "Yeah, everything's working. Can't say it works properly though." She laughed and pulled her hand back to the black-top lab table.

"Did you hear anything I said?" She closed her book and shoved it in her bag, then turned in her seat to face me.

"Heard something 'bout moving something Saturday?" I gave her my crooked grin, the one she claimed dazzled people, and hoped it would work and she'd forgive my not listening. I should have known better.

"Edward Anthony Cullen, that is barley close to what I said. You should pay more attention. What's been up with you today anyways?" I wish I had the guts to tell her exactly what was wrong, but I just couldn't. She ment too much to me for me to ruin everything we had by saying I was in love with someone I probably shouldn't be.

"Yeah, I know, what are you gonna do with me?" She just smiled and placed her backpack on the table top, "You probably don't wanna know. But anyways, Alice said the guys and Rosalie were coming back this weekend, so instead of having our annual movie night saturday, we should just have it tonight. What do you think?"

"Yeah, they should be back tomorrow morning, they have a couple days off. And I don't mind, my turn to pick the movies right?" She nodded and wrinkled her face a little. I knew she wasn't too fond of many action movies, and those were my favorites, but I know her favorite kinds, and I always chose at least one for her.

"Ohhh and I wanna thank you again for helping me study for my trig test. " I just shook my head, "It's not a problem Bella, you needed help, and I needed someone to go to Chicago with me." I finished packing up my own backpack and mimicked her position, facing her. "Yeah, well you're lucky I even agreed to go to begin with. You do know it's called the windy city, right? My hair don't cooperate as it is!" She giggled a little as I reached over and lightly tugged on a strand of hair, "It looks great right now, and I'm sure it will look great in Chicago," I tucked the strand behind her ear. "If not, I'll just stand infront of you the whole weekend, that work?"

"I guess, I'm sure the wind will enjoy your hair too." She reached her hand up and messed with my already unruly bronze hair.

I smiled again and grabbed her bag just as the bell rang, standing up and putting a hand on her chair pulling it back so she could get up too. She smiled that breathtaking smile and went to grab her bag. I just held it high above my head grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room. As we entered the hallway she started jumping up trying to get her bag from my hand. Of course her five-foot-two, and a half (yes you have to add that half or she gives you 'the look') stature was no where close to reaching her bag.

"Come on, Edward! Let me carry my own bag for once." She whined, but I insisted on being the gentleman my parents raised me to be.

Walking across the fairly small school campus holding Bellas hand was nothing new to people around here. Everyone knew we were the best of friends, and for us, it was nothing unusual. Also nothing to gossip about.. anymore.

As we reached the gym doors, the class I knew Bella detested, I switched her backpack to my other hand, prepared for her to try and get a quick one by me and grab the bag and run. "Edward, I don't know why you walk me to gym, your class is clear across the campus and if you're late one more time Mrs. White will kill you." She was probably right, but I walk much faster than her, I'll make it in time. Besides, if I didn't walk her to class, Mike Newton would jump at the oportunity. He has offered thousands of times to walk her to class since they both had gym, but I knew Bella would kill me if I allowed that. Plus I don't really fancy guys getting close to Bella, expecially when I know she's way too good for any of them. Call it immaturity, I just call it protecting what I care about.

"So I'll see you after class." She said grabbing forward to reach her bag, just as I lifted it back over our heads. "Ughh, Edward! Give me my damn backpack!" She said jumping up again, "Stop jumping Bella," She obliged and huffed a bit. "Give me a hug, you get the bag." I gave her a smile and as she narrowed her eyes a bit, she smiled too and stepped forward. She finally wrapped her arms around me and I lowered my arms to hug her back, kissing the top of her head right before I pulled away. She took a step back and I handed her her bag and waved slightly. I stood there till the gym door closed and turn around, winking and smiling at Mike Newton, knowing full well he just saw our whole exchange and probably didn't care too much for it. Pissing him off just brightened my whole day more than it probably should have.

On my way to math class, my mind wandered right back to the girl I loved. She was perfect, the most perfect girl I've ever met, and will ever meet. She was beautiful and I noticed every little thing about her. The way hair never did what she wanted it to do. The way her face lit up when we walked past a playground, and she looked at me with pleading eyes, begging to play. The way she laughed at me when I did something embarassing. The way she smiled for no reason sometimes. But I think I mostly thought about how telling her would probably be the biggest mistake of my life.

Bella would assumably hate me when she found out who I was in love with. That's why I've been hiding it from people, expecially her, for the past year or so. If she found out, I'd not only lose my best friend, but then I'd never have the chance to be with the one girl in the world I believe I belong with.

I walked into the classroom, noticing my day-dreaming made me enter the room a couple seconds after the bell, and saw Mrs. White stop in the middle of taking roll. "Nice of you to join us Mr. Cullen. Please take your seat." I strode to my desk in the middle of the classroom and took my seat. After a couple minutes of not focusing and figeting, Tyler tapped my shoulder and I looked up to see Mrs. White looking at me with raised eyebrows. "I'm sorry..?" She shook her head and looked across the room to Jessica Stanley, who gave her the answer to a question I apparently didn't hear. Get a grip! I told myself. It's just a girl!

But who was I kidding. She wasn't just some girl. She was the girl I was in love with.

She was my best friend.

My Bella.