A/N: Hello people! So, I just write these things because I have a bunch of ideas prancing arounf my brain and I have to outlet them somewhere before I start writing Twilight on my school tests. But when you comment on my crappy works of thought I rather enjoy it very much! So keep reading and letting me know that you like it. Most of my fanfiction mail goes to my spam so it takes a while sometime to realise someone has favorited but it's so kind of you, thanks. Now for the story, I don't think I need explain this but I usually need reigning in because what is clear to me is not clear to everyone so 'compleanno felice' is the italian for happy birthday-- really close to the spanish compleano feliz, eh? yeah that's why I didn't bother explaining.

As for hating Mandy. LOL! Yeah I hate her, too. But she's really an emotional, insecure girl who noone can stand but everyone tolerates and Edward is just victim to her physical lure for that time being. And I realise you like this style best when I write and the letters can be confusing. So I'm switching back to this form because easier is hardly ever the right way but always the best way. I understand that it is more interesting written this way so yeah. However it will have the letters and series of correspondence but they'll be more of a narration than just the pettily sending of crumpled notes. I will post an episode on Clair's POV so I hope you like that!

Anyway time for me to quit this mundane jabbering. Go ahead, read the story. Tell me what you think. I think you'll not like Tanya much... All the best wishes, eat will, be healthy, peace!

oo, its 1999 so i hope it explains the SG crze~

"Compleanno felice!" I yelled as I spotted Edward at Orlando International Airport. He smiled widely at me and rushed forward his arms already outstretched to take my two duffel bags stuffed with unnecessary things and last minute add-ins. I swang them around him as I pulled him up for a quick hug. He patted my back and breathed in my hair then let go, looking at me from arm's length.

"Thanks. Learning some Italian, ey?"

I nodded, smiling back at him happily. I hadn't seen him in so long. He looked really different. But not different again. A bit more rugged but impossibly better looking. I looked over his outfit: a plain white cotton T-Shirt, khakis and sandals. Dressed for the weather. Which was baking in June! I tugged at my own tight fitting red blouse. I should have opt for loose.

"Wow! It's been forever. I can't believe how much I miss seeing you. You look terrific."

"Well," I began, handing him my bags and then wrapping my arms around his waist, "you haven't kept up your side of the bargain. I was beginning to feel forgotten when you started calling again. No letters, or mail."

"Oh, Bella. I told you already. I am so sorry. I can go down and my knees and grovel for you if you want. I missed you every single day.... besides you know how distracted I get..."

I laughed. "I know. And I'll hold you to the grovelling." I winked as we reached a silver Volvo car. "Wow. Are we taking this?"

Edward pulled out a small car alarm remote and clicked a button. I heard all the locks lift and he opened my door. "Your chariot, my lovely."

I blushed and dipped inside a little clumsily. When he came around the other side. He looked at me and smiled widely.

"What?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I don't know. I just feel..."

"Happy?"

He put his key in and put the car in reverse. "Yeah."

"So do I," I squealed, looking around at his luxurious car. It looked really new. Was this a birthday present?

As if he could read my mind, he said, "Carlisle got me this a week ago. It's great isn't it?"

"Yes it is," I agreed. He had on the stereo but it was on so low it couldn't even pass as background music. Edward probably caught me staring at it in his peripheral vision because he pressed the touch screen and pulled the volume bar quarter way. It was enough.

I recognised the band. It was Spice Girls. I could see him grinning and shaking his head as I started nodding my head to the music. "You remembered!"

He looked uncomfortable then. "Yeah, I just found it... deep, deep, deep down in my music library the other day..."

"That's really deep. Did you do any soul searching as well?"

"Very funny."

I took out my camera and flashed it at him. He ignored me. "When are you ever going to admit you like the Spice Girls?"

"Spice Girls are your thing not mine. I don't recall an earnest passion for it... nope."

"Whatever, you're a filthy liar."

And so we continued in this way all through the long drive back to his house. It was so normal how easy we fell back in our usual banter and old selves. I hardly noticed our surroundings as Edward sped recklessly down the long lanes rattling off about how he'd rather eat a pot of sour rice than willingly tune into the disney radio. I think it had started when we passed Disney world and I'd begun gushing like an idiot. I'd never went.

We pulled up to a house significantly smaller than the large white mansion Edward used to live in but no less enchanting. I gasped as I unbuckled my seat belt clumsily looking up at its stony impressiveness. I knew this had to be the house because there were huge windows everywhere, each reflecting eachother in their towers giving the illusion that it was a huge castle. A small wide arc was the front lawn decorated by delicate little orange blossoms and pink roses. The sun shone sweetly on the manicured lawn and the eighteen century tiles that led up to the impressive oak doors of the house (for lack of a better adjective).

Edward's arms were around my waist again as he pulled me out of the car, locking the doors again. I felt oddly weird about that. A glowing that crept up from somewhere next to my jelly spine to my face. I felt sure I was 'beaming' right now. I couldn't understand it. Almost like the time I had day dreams about Edward but that was three years ago when I was a little infatuated with a kiss he had planted on me. I bet if I asked him now he wouldnt remember what I was talking about. Not that I'd ever let him know that I still thought about that. It was just a stupd thing. Really.

The beautiful doors swung open almost as soon as we reached the archway. I smiled immediately thinking it to be Esme. I missed her so much! Instead I saw two golden heads, each of them beautiful and smiling widely in that second. One of them I knew. She had her hand over her aflat stomach and she was circling it oddly. Like a pregnant woman with a pronounced belly on her. It was Rosalie. I knew she was pregnant, of course. Only a month along or so I heard. She was Edward's brother's (Emmett) wife and she was incredibly gorgeous with a matching body to die for. Closely standing next to her was the unknown. She looked like Rose's family. A cousin or sister maybe. I didn't know much about Rose xcept her brother was dating Alice for five years now. She was nearly as gorgeous with long curly hair in a darker shade of blonde, it had a strange strawberry tint to it. You could tell she had dyed her hair to this shade.

"Edward! I saw your car out, it's amaz-- Oh, hello who is this?" asked the girl calming down suddenly to notice me there. The first thing she saw was Edward's hand. He quickly released me and I almost stumbled forward. Her voice was thick with a Russian accent.

"Bella!" Rose greeted, pulling me in for a quick hug. "Long time, no see!"

I smiled, patting her arm as I looked back at the other girl who was looking down at me from the straight tip of her nose in a haughty way.

Edward whispered to me quickly. "This is Tanya. She is to be endured."

Rose clapped her hands at Tanya and she turned unwillingly away from me to look curiously at Rosalie. "Tanya, this is Bella. Edward's friend. One hundred percent just friends." Edward shifted suddenly and Rosalie rushed on. "Bella, this is Tanya. She's my cousin"- right on, i thought- "and Edward's very good friend from Russia. They did a course together in fine art years ago and they've never quite gotten over each--"

Edward interrupted. "Hello Tanya. What brings you here?" I looked at his face. He looked overly patient. When he was this way I knew that underneath it all he was agitated and a little frustrated. I looked back at Tanya who was now just looking at Edward. She smiled easily, clearly thinking he was delighted at her presence. I pursed my lips and rocked back on the heels of my feet to watch.

"Well it's your birthday, silly. Rosalie got me a ticket here. Exciting, isn't it?"

"She did, didn't she?" He looked at Rosalie for a long time and she looked a little guilty. "Well I guess since we're all here... nice and cozy it will be quite eventful."

He looked from me to Tanya, smiled a little and shook his head, cutting through the two of them, into the wonderful medieval looking house with a little tug on my hand.