A/N: For those still wondering about the tat.. here is your hint: Italian Shall we continue?

BPOV

"Rise and shine, Bells. Time to go," whispered Kate. Our room was still dark as the sun wasn't up yet. Most of the dorm was still sleeping as everyone else would be leaving later on, but Kate wanted to try to avoid as much traffic around Chicago as she could.

"I'm up," I mumbled. I took a shower last night so all I had to do was roll out of bed and throw my last minute shit into my bag. I dressed for comfort as Chicago was a seven-hour drive in yoga pants, an old ratty Minnesota Wild t-shirt, and my crocs. My hair went into a pony-tail, my teeth were brushed, and I was ready to go.

"Got everything?" She asked as she held the door open. I scanned the room one last time and when my eyes landed on the picture by my bed, I scooped it up. I never left home without it and couldn't believe I didn't already pack it.

You know why. My subconscious chastised.

It was right. I did know why it was still on my dresser. I couldn't sleep unless I could see the picture. I shoved it in a side pocket and we made our way to Kate's Durango. It was a huge car, but it worked well in the snow. One quick stop later to pick up some coffee and we were headed east on I-94. I was driving the first part of the trip, so Kate plugged in her head-phones and zoned out.

With the radio turned down low, I concentrated on the road until we passed through Woodbury. My eyes drifted over to where the old drive-in used to be and I was swamped by a memory.

"Don't hog all the popcorn, Bella. Save some for me," whined the skinny boy next to me. I rolled my eyes, but I titled the bucket toward him and he dug both hands into it. He pulled out massive amounts of popcorn and tried to jam as much of it into his mouth as possible.

"Eww, gross Edward. You eat like a pig and you're getting crumbs everywhere." I frantically tried to wipe away all the little piece of popcorn that were littering our little makeshift bed in the back of the station wagon.

"Sorry," he mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn, spewing even more bits all over the place. I glared at him and he at least had the courtesy to look ashamed. Wordlessly, he slid over his box of Whoppers. I smiled and knew that everything was right in the world.

Later when he protected me when I got scared during ET, I knew that I would never find a friend as good as him.

I felt a few tears drip and I wiped them away furiously. It had been several months since I thought of him and even longer since a memory made me cry. At least one that didn't have to do with my dad. Even after seven years, it was still hard to think of him.

He died the summer before I turned thirteen. A sudden heart attack took him fast and quickly. But that was of little comfort to me. Months later, I was packing to move to Florida. Mom had family down there and she needed their help. We moved from St. Paul to Jacksonville and it was the second worse day of my life.

I looked over to my right wrist and smiled at the words permanently etched in my skin, Always Remember.

A/N: Ohhh flashback! And Bella has a tat as well... Thoughts... keep them coming!