Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. That, my friend, is a given.

Authors Note: Okay, so this chapter has no pairing. It's just Bella when she was a bit younger…and it was my, Rachel, your favorite author's, personal experience. Yes, that's right, what you are about to read is me, just in Bella's perspective. Except, it has to fit her looks and views and all, but basically the same idea applies. More information after this chapter. Review? I thought so.

Pairing: None, yet.

Time: Before the books.

The Beach

Grainy sand bothers the crud out of me…yet, I always seem to lay in it and relax when I finally—after many, many hours of my mother flirting with random guys—get to spread out on a beach towel. The ocean air was always one of my favorites. The sunlight beaming down on my almost-albino looking skin, making my skin feel perfect and tan, even though I never can turn the shade I want to.

I was kind of jealous. I saw beautiful tan girls with gorgeous bodies and luscious hair bouncing in the waves along with the male model looking-guys. How original. Looking at them—looking at my mom—with these guys who obviously flirted back, made me want it. Made me want to have persuasion over boys, to lure them for just a little while, to see who I really was…but, if you don't have the looks you will never get the chance. I know that's the kind of thing you see on movies, old fashioned ones at that, but…I wanted it.

I'm fifteen, those girls over there are fifteen…why can't I be able to flirt that well? Why can't I have that body, that hair, that flawless tan…?

My mind tortured me to no end, making me want to run away from the beach and be unable to enjoy the surrounding that I loved so much. But just when I thought I should leave, I saw one guy through the corner of my eye with a board; smaller than a surf board, but large enough for one person to stand on. I found out, after eavesdropping in a nearby conversation, that they were called Skim-boards. It looked fun, it looked dangerous—considering my almost handicapped self. But, I made up my mind that I wanted it and wanted it soon.

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I had it. A blue and orange skim-board; beautiful and totally treacherous. My mother, of course, did not approve. She thought it was great when other people did it, and she admitted that to my face, but that only made me want to prove her wrong.

I took the wax that was said to help from slipping and slid it in round wide circles up and down again until there was barely any wax left.

All I have to do now is slide it in the shallow water, run, and jump I told myself. Let's just say one thing: Harder than it looks.

Naturally, I fell down with a splat, my body unable to hold its self up from the upcoming tides. Finally, after a few scrapes I propped my self on the nearby sand. I didn't really care what I looked like then—well, okay, I always am a bit self conscious—until I saw him.

The most handsome skim border…maybe the most gorgeous male on the beach, was staring at me. Blue expensive swim trunks, great eyes, a six pack, perfectly and flawlessly tan…

I was flattered, I really was. Maybe it was because I was the only female willing to make a fool of her self like that. Maybe it was because he thought I was cute…although, there are way too many model girls trying way too desperately to catch his eye. Or—and I cringed at the thought—he was waiting for me to make a fool of my self again.

I, now unsure of myself, blushed madly, just standing with the board in my hands. The picture almost indefinitely would be laughable. Why was he staring?

I gazed at the ocean intently, still blushing and still eyeing him from the corner.

After a few indecisive minutes, my eyes began to water...as usual.

I was a little angry to tell you the truth, it was rude to stare—I may not be the prettiest girl on the shore, and I may be incapable of sliding across water, but gosh darn it—

"Hey, you need some help with that?" The voice surprised me. I jumped and I was sure my cheeks would melt from the heat. That's when I froze, I laughed and chuckled cheekily, clutching the board and holding my side. I sure felt like an idiot. My mouth was so dry I could not speak; the only sound was an improvised giggle.

He walked away hesitantly, I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed about asking me if I needed help or if he was just in general a friendly guy. I hoped it was the second one. I felt sort of sorry, and a few moments later I wished I would have said yes. "If you show me how" is what my flirtatious side would have said. But obviously, that side of me has yet to be seen.

It did bother me that I just had the most gorgeous guy on the beach at my mercy—and for a plus he was older--and lost him because of my stupidity. Yet, something in me told me that I was just not meant to have a fling with this guy. (Or get help from him…I never really knew for sure if he liked me or not)

Somewhere deep down, I knew that my heart was waiting for something better; something that would be like in the movies. And, the best part of all was that my mother would never believe that a boy like him came up to me...

A/N: Yes, this did happen to me today. But, unlike Bella in this story, I was with my friend and my sister. I did giggle uncontrollably, and yes he did walk away. We didn't say anything and neither did he. I wish we would have said yes…but I guess life is always full of regret.

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