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I was six the year my mom died. I don't remember much about her, just that she was my mom and I really wished she was alive.

I do remember small things about the six years I had with her. Like how her hair was always shiny and pulled back in a blue scrunchie, and that she smelled like watermellon and roses. I remember how she would tuck me in at night and sing me to sleep gently stroking my hair. I remember watching her face stare in horror and fear as she saw the car coming full speed ahead down the road. The road that I was standing in the middle of.

I remember her pushing me out of the way as the car smashed into her. I remember the agony in my fathers eyes when the doctor told him she was dead. I remember feeling gut-wrenching sadness and guilt. My mother had died because of me.

But this story is'nt about the grief and sadness over my mothers death. It's about the boy who brought happiness to me again. It's about what happened nine years later, my freshman year at Forks High School. This is the story of my first love, my true love, and my first heartbreak, this story is about me and Edward, and the things that brought us together.

And tore us apart.

October, 2006 Halloween.

I sat silently in my seat, counting the stupid sequences on my stupid costume. Charlie's 'friend' Sue had bought it for me without my consent.

" You have to have a costume on Halloween." She'd said when she'd showed me the costume. It was'nt so bad. It was actually kind of pretty.

It's a witch costume, black (fake) velvet with purple bows on the sleeves and it went all the way down to my ankles. I refused to wear the hat so everybody thought I was some 'gothic princess' or whatever, I did'nt care. I just wanted to go.

I looked around the room at all the enthusiatic kids giggling at eachothers costumes. I saw Alice Brandon- the most popular girl in school but also the nicest- bouncing around in her pink poofy fairy costume. She was talking to Rosalie Hale- the prettiest girl in school- who was dressed in too -tight patent leather pants and a sparkly red top that showed her stomach, she was a she-devil I believe. I could'nt help but giggle quietly when I saw Emmet dressed in the sumo-wrestler costume (i had too ;p) parading around the to him was Jasper Hale shaking his head with a small smile on his face, dressed as a cowboy.

Everybody was running around laughing and being loud while I just sat and stared. Only one other person was sitting. Edward Cullen.

He was quiet, like me and never really talked to anyone, like me. His father was a doctor and his mom stayed home to take care of him and his little brother Jacob who was 7. Him and his brother were adopted from- who- knows -where.

He sat with me at lunch and on the bus, sometimes talking, sometimes just sitting in comfortable silence. I would go over his house when Charlie had to work late and we'd watch the History Channel. Edward was my only friend,my bestfriend, as I was his.

And I was in love with him. As was he with me, I think. I sometimes catch him staring at me and I swear it's the same look that I've seen in Carlisle's- Edwards father- eyes when he looked at Edward's mom, Esme.

Anyway Edward was sitting next to me, looking around the room at everyone. We were observers. people watchers, not in a stalkerish way though, we were just curious. Though Tanya would tell you different.

Just then I heard her too sugary sweet laugh across the room. Tanya Denali, even her name sounds regal. She was talking to Mike Newton, her current 'boyfriend' of the month. She was supposed to be Little Bo Peep, but with her supershort poofy skirt and tight bodice I found double meaning to that name.

Tanya has be mine and Edwards torcherer since the third grade, she picked on us whenever she could. It all happened when Tanya decided that boys were not contagious and decided that her first boyfriend should be Edward because she thought it would get her attention for 'going out' with the quiet boy and then she would just dump him. Well things did'nt go according to plan with her. When she approached him, all he did was stare at her for a couple of seconds, then took my hand and started walking home. She's hated both of us ever since.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and sure enough Edward was looking at me with an unfathomable expression.

Did I mention that Edward's really , well hot? Not everyboday thought so apparently, but I sure did. He had gorgeous emerald eyes that were framed with thick black glasses and messy bronze hair that he always ran his hands through- a nervous habit of his- and he was very tall almost 5'7 which for a 12 year old, is tall. He was also very skinny and lanky do to lack of outdoor sports, but I liked that about him.

He didnt have much of a costume on, he was wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt, with a long black cape, but it was my favorite one out of all the extravangant costumes in the room.

" Yes?" I said quietly.

He shrugged his shoulders, and ran his hand through his hair. " You know if you keep doing that, your goign to end up bald eventually." I teased.

He smiled laughing quietly. " Yeah your probably right." He said.

I sighed. " I'm bored." I whined.

Edward laughed again, " Me too, but theres only 5 more minutes hang in there." He assured me.

So I did. Because I do everything Edward tells me too.

Finally after school, Edward and I went trick or treating. We both did'nt really like candy so we only stayed out until 8 laughing at silly costumes and 'spooky' decorations that made little kids scream in terror. Edward walked me to my door, like always except instead of giving my hand a parting squeeze and leaving, he just stood there, staring at me while, I stared back.

Suddenly his hand went to my cheek and his thumb gently stroked it. My breathing hitched as he bent slightly and brushed his lips on mine.

Once... twice... and I started kissing him back.

Slowly he pulled away and smiled crookedly. I smiled back my face burning.

" Night, Bella, Happy Halloween." He whispered and turned on his heel and left.

I opened the door and silently went upstairs, I flopped my self on my bed smiling wistfully. " Good night Edward."

He was mine, and I was his ever since. We were young and innnocent then and we never dreamed thet what happened..Did.