Thank you for the reviews. I don't own Edward and Bella.. but I like to twist them in very different ways. This is not going to be your adverage ff. Just sayin. Looking for a beta hit me up if you are interested or can do it. Thax. :)

(12 years later)

The scene almost replayed itself in it's entirety as it had twelve years previously. The boxes had turned into three suitcases, only two of which where filled with my new "cold climate" wardrobe, the other I had designated for books. The U-haul had been replaced by my mother's Honda Civic, and the cross country drive was thankfully swapped for airfare.

The tears, now my mother's, where back, "Bella you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do Mom. You are going to be busy traveling with Phil, you'll never be home. Anyway I miss Charlie, I miss Forks." It was true, I had missed Forks, the rain and the green had been replaced as promised, by sand and sun and I had yet to return since I left. Charlie had always opted to visit me in Phoenix, and so I was yearning for small town I had grown up in.

With a hug and a promise of an email once I landed -another almost perfect copy of before- I boarded the plane. As I settled into my seat I couldn't help but allow my mind to wonder to thoughts of Edward.

We had met in the sandbox of the local playground when we were five. He had constructed a perfectly sculpted sand castle, while my newest failed attempt collapsed on top of itself. I was rubbing sand off my hands and admiring his craftsmanship when had first spoken to me.

"You are really horrible at making sandcastles." his head was still down in concentration as he used a discarded spork to add detail to his castle wall.

The words while the complete truth stung my five year old pride and caused my eyes to fill and overflow onto my cheeks. It was then I looked over to the boy who had all but faded into the background as he worked silently beside me.

While most children our age where clothed in stained overalls or shorts, this boy had perfectly pressed khakis and a collared button down shirt that hung off his slim frame. His long legs seemed to fold onto themselves as he tried to fit into the tiny space of the sandbox, and his hair, the color of a dirty penny, stood up in messy disobedience upon the crown of his head.

As I hurried to wipe away the shameful evidence, his eyes met mine. To call them green would have been an understatement. They were so green, that their color reminded me of something immediately and it was at that time my six year old brain came up with the perfect retort to his cruel observation.

"You meanie, you must be related to Oscar the grouch!" I finished my jab with sticking out my tongue, and smiled at my brilliance. I had obviously bested him because at that moment he was looking at me with blank confusion.

"Oscar the grouch is a puppet."

"I know that! You just reminded me of him cause what you said was rude." His brow creased at my explanation.

"What did I say that was mean?" he ground out his question as he began to look around, searching for something. His hands were in tight fists as he began to slightly rock back and forth becoming agitated.

"You said I was horrible at sandcastles," I whispered ashamed, "I mean, I know I'm not doing so good; but you could have just helped me you know. Since you're better at it." At this his eyes snapped to mine again.

"You want me to help you?" He seemed shocked at my request.

"It would be better than what you said." At that he inched closer to me and assessed the mound that was my attempt at sand architecture.

"Your sand is too dry." was all he said as he got to work resurrecting my disaster.

That scene was the beginning of the friendship that was Bella and Edward, and from that moment we were joined at the hip. When I moved I blamed our young ages at the lack of communication throughout the years. I had written him in my fragmented script regularly that first month but had no response so I stopped soon after. I was devastated at first, Edward had been my best friend during my life in Forks.

As the plane gained altitude I wondered what happened to my Edward, to the lanky youth I had met in the sandbox all those years ago. Would he remember me, or like my poorly constructed sandcastle had time caused the memory of his childhood playmate to crumble to dust.

Well? Please review.. and there is more coming very soon.