Chapter 1—Run of the mill—BPOV

I sat across from my best friend. Edward Anthony Mason Cullen. We were currently having an arm wrestling match in the middle of the cafeteria. It was sort of our occasional brawl. I win we watch—The Dark Night. If he wins we watch Quantum of Solstice. Edward and I barely go a day without beating the other one up—in the playing sense of course. I had a couple bruises here and there, but to say he didn't would be an understatement. The thought made me chuckle with unreserved delight. Edward's brilliant green eyes narrowed, but I could see the amusement, and the smile that played in the corner of his lips.

Emmett; Edward's adoptive brother snickered loudly, right in my ear and then mock punched Jasper, while in a wage of his own, he was cheering for me, or in other words 'team Bella.' Jasper laughed, he was 'squad Eddie' and loved to gamble with Em. Usually Jasper won, often, he had this weird six sense thing for it—but in this case he was losing his enchantment, and another odd thing about Jazz was whole room calmed with him in the room. But I found it pretty amusing.

Alice; Edward's younger sister, was chatting animatedly with Rosalie Hale, Jasper's twin sister. Alice had short stunning black hair that circled her pixie features perfectly, and she was a small figure. She had been didn't dating Jasper since—well I would say they'd been dating all their lives but they so-called it 'junior year'. Rosalie had features that were similar to Jasper's, obviously. Her hair was long and lusciously blond, she was probably the hottest girl in the school, and sometimes I was secretly jealous. But could you blame someone plain, like me?

Emmett and Edward are comparable to. There the same height, though Edward's more lean and muscular. Emmett on the other hand, is big and bulky and will without doubt beat you up if you so as much risk a glance at his girl friend-Rosalie Hale. His hair is trimmed and black like Alice's. Edward's hair had always kind of stumped me, it's not bronze, it's not red, but whatever you would prompt in-between those two. And that's out big fun group.

There's me to—though why anyone would seem excited about that would be an absolute puzzlement to me. I have long think brown hair that runs past my shoulders. My features are plain, and if I wasn't born in Forks I'd be fine with being called albino. I'm fairly thin, and you'd think that would help my balancing issues.

I forced my hand—with all the energy I had in my frame. "You know Bells that I love you and if you just say the word, you can still admit defeat and walk away with some pride." Edward's voice was smug but his hand didn't move an inch.

I returned it with a grin of my own, our crack up banter, which was exactly what it was. Never got old no matter how many times we had fool around warfare. "I think I'll take my chances Cullen," and then because I was me and he was him, I had to roll my eyes.

Emmett eyes narrowed the tiniest bit as my hand moved towards Edward's bullion, but Rosalie, quickly grabbed his attention. I breathed sigh of relief. I forced my hand, to generate more exertion. No budge. Fuck. More often than not he wins, but that's only on his good days. And well when I hammer his hand into the table, that's one of my high-quality days.

I blew my bangs out of my eyes. "I heard The Dark Knight, got five stars," I muttered, followed by a small sigh. Our hands weren't moving, and no one was giving up. Once we lasted four hours. Nope wait, five.

Edward chuckled, a laugh of pure ecstasy. He didn't even notice the way his chest clung to his shirt when it shook with his laugher. That's one of the things I envied about him. Having a hot best friend can sometimes be a pain in the rear. He showed in the way his character bounced But Edward was different. He didn't care that he was extraordinarily beautiful. His perseverance was all that mattered. He could ace all his classes without looking at the teacher. He knew had to use his fingers—he played a damn good piano. He can make laugh even when he's not trying to be funny and he has great tasted it books and music. He plays on the basketball team, and he can run like Mr. Speedy.

He barely looked at girls, which suited me just fine. All the girls at this school were pretty much slut snobs—not including Alice and Rosalie, despite their skin show, they went fully clad for there guys. And though I didn't really understand it—a girl shouldn't have to dress up like that to get a guy that cares for them. Right?

"Hey Bella!"

Darn! I was caught off my guard. My solid, well built up guard! Ughh, Mike Newton. Some people are more easily provoked then others. Edward took my moment of bolt from the blue and pushed my hand into the fawn table.

"Quantum of Solstice," Edward muttered flimsily. And then followed by a series of swear words from Emmett.

I felt the rush of blood that ran from my ears to the pale of my cheeks. Edward was grinning smugly and my own face sullen placed a fake smile and turned involuntary towards the blond pup. Sure Mike was nice, but he was so agitating. And I felt like he intruded on my bubble. It felt ever since per-school that he's been following me around. Sometimes he would even walk me to my classes, well actually frequently. Which was sweet and all…but he had the insane foolish imagination, and had obviously deluded himself into believing we were 'meant to be.' The, "hey Swan wanna go see a romance tonight' and the 'I saved you a seat Bella!' …Was quite annoying. But it was less numerous; Edward who had seen how much it really bothered me so much stopped thinking it was cute and all a sudden Mike laid low. As much as I tried to hide it Edward was the only person who could battle it out of me. I never knew what he said to Mike, but it made a hell of a difference. And as much as I was spread out with hazy emotions, I was relieved to.

"Hi Mike," I said civilly. Edward's superior grin turned into a heartless glare. I shot him a warning glance, "Erm, what's up?" That was harmless tight?

He opened his mouth but was just as quickly was interrupted, "Let's go Bella, prom tickets don't last forever." Mike's face fell and I gave him a small smile before Edward pulled me to his side and out the cafeteria doors.

"Thanks, for that," I sighed gratefully. Edward shrugged, smiling over his ultra white teeth. "Newton and his cards," Edward rolled his eyes.

I half smiled and then asked, "are they even selling tickets?" I fiddled with the sleeve of my blue sweater.

It was true. Prom, Edward and I were going together for our semaphore year. As friends, of course. And the only way he got me into going was that stupid rite thing was the battle of Halo-3 unleashed. It was a tie, a two-three series. Emmett interrupted us and Edward took the bolt like he always does. It was only a month away and the days only got shorter.

Emmett and Rosalie would graduate this year and the rest of us would miss them a lot. I didn't want prom to come, I didn't want it to end.

Edward's voice suddenly forced me out of my melancholy thoughts, "What Bella?" Concern. "What's wrong Tinkle Bells?" I grimaced at his favourite nick-name that he personally gave to me.

"Nothing," I lied and then looked at my watch after I saw his raw frown, "bell's going to ring, don't feel like philosophy I guess."

He rolled his eyes and his hand tucked itself under my chin, making me look at his soft green eyes, "Talk B."

I heaved with a sigh and told him the truth—except the prom part, we stick to out gaming: win or lose.

He was reassuring and promising and Edward all at the same time, "you know it's not like that. We'll see them from time to time."

"Exactly," I snapped, surprising the both of us, "from time to time," I quoted his words in a sour tone.

The bell rang startling us both. This was one of my few classes without Edward.

"I'll see you later," I told him, "I'm s—"

He pressed two perfect fingers to my lips, "don't even think about it."

I couldn't contain my grimace, "bye."

I hadn't even turned around when he said, "hey," and engulfed me in one of teddy bear hugs. I breathed in his scent, a bit sweaty from basketball practice I assumed, with a hint of soothing cologne, not to strong and not to light.

I smiled. It was an ordinary day. And like Renee liked to say, as usual as the 'run of the mill.'

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I've seen the Dark Night, it was awe-inspiring *eyes roll*

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