I know, I know. I suck. Honestly, I've been in a weird place these last few months. And if you don't recognize the name, it's becauseimbatman7 - I needed to go away for a while. Sort things out, because I haven't been in the mood to write fic. This story was one I started a long time ago but never finished. It's kind of short with the chapters, but I'm excited about this. I want to see where it will go. If you hate me and don't want to read my stuff anymore, I don't blame you. Anyway. here we are - I'm just going to post chapters as I write them - I was going to wait, but screw that. There are five to start.

Obviously, I don't own Twilight.

One.

They were art in motion; chasing each other through the field as the sun barely caught – glinting small prisms off one another. I laid, silent, in the grass, my breath steady, content to watch since my feet held no speed of their own.

There could be no ball game today. The high noon sun made sure of that. I was just happy to have him with me again. It didn't matter what we did.

The form of a black-haired angel was beside me then.

"Finished your obsessing over that English final, have you?" Alice asked, nudging me a bit on the shoulder. On the other side of me stood Edward.

"Well, I don't exactly have the methods you guys do," I said with a smirk, tapping the side of my temple. "Photographic memory would be nice, but…"

"I'm not going to change you over some mere homework, Bella." Edward turned away from me and I let out a quiet sigh.

We had been arguing more lately – much of it had to do with the same subject: would I be changed or not. Edward was content with just marriage, but I had my usual doubts; people just didn't stay together anymore. My parents were a major testament to that.

But not all of my problems evolved around that. The Volturi invaded my dreams quite often, graduation was fast approaching, Victoria was on the loose.

My best friend hated me.

It was too much for one person to deal with, really.

Glancing up at Edward, I was blinded with the glow of the sun flashing around on his pale skin. In all his beauty, there was still a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something told me I needed out of Forks. I hated the idea of leaving him behind, but I needed a break from this small town where everyone knew your name. Like Cheers.

But in these moments, I always had to question what exactly I had to say about myself. I didn't seem to know who I was anymore. There were some little things, yes; the fact that I would always be a simple girl who drove a standard and whose favorite food consisted of any thing Italian. My favorite color was dependent on the shade of my soulmate's eyes. And as far as sports were concerned, I stayed away because wrecking everything was, well, everything I knew.

When I looked around at the people I loved, whether they were vampires, werewolves, or just a police chief for the town of – they all had something that drove them. They had something that didn't nessisarily define who they were, but at the very least helped them along.

It was something I envied.

"Bella?" Edward was standing in front of me, waving a hand over my face. I blinked a couple times, before allowing them to hoist me up off the and Jacob, I had come to know easily, too.

Me? I wasn't so sure.

Maybe I really did need a change of scenery to help me find my answer.