A/N: It's been years since I've written anything and this is my first Twillight fic so please, be gentle. I know it's not great, but I'm still getting into the swing of things. I wasn't originally planning on posting this tonight, so I apologize if it feels rushed or not everything was fully explained. I'll get there, I promise ;)

I have been staying at the Cullens' house for two weeks every summer for as long as I can remember. I love it there. Esme and Carlisle always welcome me with open arms - always manage to make me feel warm, loved and at home.

Their daughter, Alice, is my absolute best friend. We sleep all day, stay up all night and somehow always manage to start trouble wherever we go. Emmett is her sometimes too over-protective older brother whom I love. Hes got the whole teddy bear thing going on - Alice likes to pretend he's a total asshole for his overprotective ways but she and I both know he only does it because he cares. Then there is Rosalie and Jasper - Mr. and Mrs. Cullens' foster children. They have been with Carlisle and Esme since age four. Rosalie doesn't particularly care for me - she's always shooting me dirty looks when she thinks nobody else is looking or talking about me behind my back. She's Emmett's on again, off again, on again, off again girlfriend. Alice insists she's jealous of me, but I can't possibly see why. She's got a family who loves her, a boyfriend who adores her, and she is quite possibly the most beautiful person I've ever seen. And then there is Jasper - Alice's sort-of but not really boyfriend. They are both completely and totally in love with eachother, but neither of them would dare to admit that to Esme or Carlisle. Their relationship pretty much just consists of chaste kiss' and some not-so-subtle flirting. And then there is Edward. Edward is nothing like the rest of the Cullens. Beautiful? Yes. Outgoing? Not so much. In all of the years I have known the Cullens, never once have I had a full on conversation with Edward. Not until last summer, that is. But that's a different story entirely.

"Bella!" The front door flings open and Alice emerges, running towards me with open arms. "Oh my God, I've missed you so much. Look at you! You look amazing."

"Aw, I've missed you too!" I say, pulling her into a firm hug.

"Oh my God, I have so much to tell you. C'mon!"

"Wait, my bags." I gesture towards the open trunk.

"You two go ahead - I've got them."

"Thanks, Carlisle."

"No problem, Bells. We're glad you're here - all of us are."

Alice nods furiously in agreement, and I flash them both a tight lipped smile.

"Lets go!" Alice bounces, gripping my arm and dragging me alongside her.

We link arms and walk into the kitchen where we find Esme flipping through a cook book. Alice clears her throat, catching Esme's attention.

"Bella!" she says, throwing down her apron and pulling me into an embrace. "It's so good to see you, sweetheart. You look as gorgeous. How was the flight?"

"Eh, you know. Long." I say, stifling a yawn.

"Aw. Well, I'm so happy to see you." She whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Make sure you give your father a call and tell him you made it here okay. Dinner should be done in about an hour, 'kay girls?"

"Yep. We'll be in my room." Alice cries, clapping her hands together excitedly. She takes a hold of my hand and races up the stairs. I try to keep up with her, but I fail. I cling to the railing, trying desperately not to fall.

Within seconds of reaching her room, I plop down onto the bed dramatically.

"God, Bella! Keep up." Alice giggles.

My eyelids suddenly start feeling extremely heavy as I struggle to keep them open. I figure I'll let myself sleep for ten minutes - fifteen top. And then I'll.....

After what is intended to be ten minutes of sleep quickly turns into three hours of sleep. I walk over to the door and peek my head out in search of Alice.

"Alice?" I whisper, as if not to wake anyone who may be sleeping.

"She's downstairs." I hear a low voice coming from across the hall.

"Edward?" I question, recieving no response. I softly knock on his already half-open bedroom door.

"Come in," he mutters. I walk in to find him lying across his bed, his head buried in a book.

"Hey," I say breathlessly.

"Bella." He says, placing the book on his night stand.

"How are you?"

"Okay. How was your flight?"

I sigh, not willing to play the 'lets-talk-about-anything-but-what-happened-last-summer' game with him.

"So, that's it?" I say wearily.

"What?" He retorts quickly, his eyes narrowing.

"We're not gonna talk about what happened?"

"What, exactly, are you referring to?" he responds with a slight hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Come on, Edward." I plead.

"I thought you and I both agreed that what happened last summer was between us. Did you ch--"

"There she is!" Emmett interrupts, bursting through the door. He throws his strong arms around me, pulling me in for a tight hug. "What are you doing in here, anyway? Hey, we were thinking about going to see a movie. You in?"

I can't help but laugh at how insanely oblivious Emmett is.

"Sure, just give me a second to get dressed."