A/N: First of all I want to start off by saying how sorry I am that it has taken me so long to update this story. The response to the first chapter was pretty amazing- and a little intimidating if I'm being completely honest. I'm not used to such a postive response to an opening chapter, so thank you to everyone who reviewed and added this on alert and favourites.

This is just a short chapter to say that I'm back and to see if anybody is still interested in me continuing this story? If this chapter is as well received as the first then I promise to update a lot more regularly from now on. I still don't have a beta so any spelling and grammar mistakes are all mine!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things twilight, not me.

~*Chapter 2*~

The weeks that followed were chaotic and tiring in the build up to the reunion. However, the one good thing about being busy was that it kept me from sitting around the apartment obsessing about the reunion. In truth I had managed pretty well over the past few weeks to put it to the back of my mind, but now that the dreaded weekend had arrived I could no longer push my fears aside.

As I started packing up a small bag for my weekend back home I wondered just what I was letting myself in for. Would anyone recognise me? Would the cliques still exist? Would it be any different than high school? More importantly would Edward be there? However unlikely it was that he would make an appearance, the slim chance of seeing him again was what had prompted me to agree to going in the first place.

Once I had finished packing I felt a little nostalgic and decided to pull out my old tattered class yearbook from the back of my closet. I should have thrown it away a long time ago but I was sentimental like that and I couldn't seem to part with it.

I sat down on my bed and started flicking through the class photos. Most of the faces I remembered, triggering vague recollections or specific memories, both good and bad. I had forgotten about all of the silly little notes everyone had wrote to each other during the last few days of the school year and I smiled to myself as I started reading through them. Some were witty, others more general, but most were full of the usual spiel about wishing each other well and remaining friends forever. It would be interesting to see if many people had kept their promises.

Then came the pictures of the teams; the basket ball team, the baseball team, and finally the football team; The Forks Spartans who never actually won any trophies but thought they were the best team in the country. There was a huge feature on Mike Newton, the star quarterback who had looked and acted like a typical dumb jock. He was probably selling used cars now, I hoped bitterly, though in all fairness Mike hadn't exactly made High School a very pleasurable experience for me.

I continued flicking through the yearbook and next there were photos of prom and the prom Queen and King, Tanya Denali and Mike Newton. Didn't he already take up a whole page in the sports section? Talk about milking it!

Needless to say I hadn't gone to my senior prom. I didn't want one, I didn't buy into the hype I know a lot of teens do today. Secondly, Edward and I went to the movies instead. It was much more enjoyable than being uncomfortable sulking around in a fancy dress with people I didn't much care for anyway.

When I came across a picture of my geeky former self, I smiled fondly at the shy, plain Jane I once was. It was a reminder of how far I had come in just a few years. Then a few pages later my heart literally jumped in my chest at the sight of Edward's yearbook photograph. Looking at the picture closely, I realised that this was the start of his big transformation. His shoulders were filling out, his features were becoming more defined and that signiture crooked half smile of his was threatening to break free.

Seeing him at that age brought it all back to me and for the first time in a very long time I allowed myself to think back to one of the most painful and heartbreaking days of my life.

~June 2007~

The time had flown by so quickly as graduation approached. Finals had come and gone, and before I knew it, the big day arrived. Its funny how something you spent so many years of your life preparing for is over in the blink of an eye. I wish I could say that my graduation ceremony was momentous and spectacular but I suspected it was no different than the rest. There was the long, boring speeches about hopes and aspirations for the future, talk of the exciting things to come, encouragement on being the best we could be, and not forgetting the unfortunate person who trips on their way to collecting their diploma. Thank God that honor went to Tyler Crowley and not me is all I will say.

When the ceremony was finally all over with and we'd thrown our hats skyward, I felt a mixture of sadness, relief and hope for the future. High school was officially over with and I for one couldn't wait to start a fresh. I wouldn't miss Fork High that's for sure, however there was one person I was dreading saying goodbye to. And before leaving commencement I made it a point to find Edward, the one person I truly wanted to keep in contact with after today.

I spotted him hovering at the back of the crowd and made my way over to him. As I approached his wide smile warmed my heart. "Congratulations Bella" he beamed giving me a big hug that I eagerly returned.

"Congratulations Edward," I smiled back. He pulled away slightly, and held me tightly as he stared down at me intently, as though he were trying to remember every detail of my face.

Months earlier Edward had told me that he was planning on spending most of the summer in England visiting his grandparents before starting college, so this was potentially the last time I would see him in a while. Edward was going to UCLA while I was staying closer to home and going to the University Washington, so the chances of us seeing each other very often was unlikely. That realization terrified me and I held on to him as long as I could before eventually pulling away.

"I wish we could spend the summer together. When do you leave for Europe?" I asked, slightly fearful of his answer.

"The day after tomorrow but I'll write to you Bella." Edward offered as consolation knowing I was more than disappointed. We'd spent the past two summers together and I was already dreading the long drawn out days around the house before I headed off to college.

"If you don't I'll come track you down." I tried to joke, but my voice cracked at the end. It was so difficult to think about saying goodbye to him.

Like he always did, Edward picked up on the source of my upset, he was good like that. He held me tighter against his chest and leaned in to softly kiss my forehead while I struggle to hold it all together. He was handling it so much better than me

"I'm not ready to say goodbye to you" I whimpered, fighting off the tears.

"Then don't. Come to Mike's party with me tonight" he said surprising me completely.

Edward and I didn't do party's or prom or anything else slightly social. I stared at him dumbfound for a few moments before finally finding my voice.

"Party?" I asked, my face twisting. He had to be joking. "Yeah and be stuck with a bunch of people who either don't know that we exist or enjoy taking the mickey out of us. I could think of nothing worse. Thanks but no thanks." I scoffed but Edward seemed determined.

"Please Bella, I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to leave." I was dazed by his words and I looked at him completely stunned.

"Say you'll go with me, please, Bella" he pleaded, flashing me that killer smile that could just about make me agree to anything he asked.

"Fine," I said trying to sound casual when inside I was screaming like a 10 year old at a Justin Beiber concert. If I'm being honest with myself I wasn't ready to let him go either. Our time together was coming to an end. I tried to put that thought to the back of my mind and in that moment I made a promise to myself that instead of focusing on how little time we had together I would enjoy each and every moment I had left with him.

"Hey Bells, are you nearly done in there?" Rosalie voice called down the corridor, bringing me out of my memories.

"Almost," I replied my voice tight and a little scratchy. I heard the door open and I saw her making her way inside my bedroom. She sat down besides me, taking in the battered yearbook in my hands, her eyes immediately narrowing in on Edward's picture.

"So that's him at eighteen," she said, her voice soft and comforting.

"Yeah, that's Edward." I agreed.

"He was cute in a geeky kinda way," she surmised. "I can see why you liked him."

I nodded back, unable or perhaps unwilling to admit the truth; The boy in the picture wasn't just cute- he was my whole world and he hadn't had a clue how much I'd loved him.

A/N: Yeah I told you it was short, but there is plenty more to come. Including more flashbacks I promise...

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