A/N- This chapter is called, "I'd Lie". This song is by Taylor Swift. I'm not sure what album it's on, but I love it. I think it fits Bella's next diary entry.

I don't own Twilight.

He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs

And I could tell you his favorite colors green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

Please note: All grammatical and spelling errors are intentional to reflect Bella's ability to write at that point in time.

9/16/91

Dear Diary,

Basically, I promised mommy I would write when something new happened. So I am. Today I told alice that I liked her brother. She was shocked, but I guess she saw my side and agreed. She wasnt mad like I thought shed be. She was happy for me, which makes me happy that shes so nice. Shes the nicest friend ive ever had. Shes always there for me. And, yes, shes really pretty. Her perfect pin straight hair and brownish-red eyes are pretty. Im so jealous. I have stupid frizzy boring brown hair that is really hard to have. Its not fun. I cant wait until I get older and im allowed to get my hair straightened for the rest of my life.

Anyways, alice said his name was edward. I like that name. its…old-sounding. Almost like a fairytale name. except…not realy. But then what alice did was mean but she said it was for my own good. She asked edward if he liked me. I told her that it was bad that she said that but she said it was ok.

He said no he didnt like me and he didnt like anyone. I was a little embarrassed but its okay because she thinks he secretly likes me back. She told me more about him. She said he loves jokes. She also said that if we had the same favorite color, then we'd be perfect for each other. But my favorites a mixture of 2 colors…pink and green. Know why? Because pink and green remind me of a pink flower on a green stem…so pretty. Even though my room is purple. Its my moms fault.

So then alice got all excited and told me that his favorite color was green. She said we're gonna be together forever. But…I don't wanna have a boyfriend. Im in 1st grade. Mommy said her first boyfriend was in high school. It was daddy. Ive decided that my first boyfriend is gonna be the guy I marry. Someday.

I know everyone has white dresses at weddings but I decided I wanna pink dress. i dont wanna be like everyone else, its just boring. White is pretty but boring. Like, no one has white hair. Except old people. Thats because its boring. Dont tell anyone I said that, though. It was kinda mean.

But im still confused. Because its bad that I like someone, right? No one else has any crushes (or they didnt tell me) and it seems like im the only one. I cant imagine why that would be bad but I cant find out why it would be good either. I dont know. I dont wanna ask mommy either because then shell get in my beeswax.

I wanna ask alice if she likes someone but I dont want her to get mad at me for wondering…I told her so it should be a fair trade. I think. She would tell me if she liked someone. She is really nice. But I guess Ill never know if I dont ask, right? So I think its worth a shot. Her and edward are comin over for dinner tonight so I can ask her later.

Ill keep you posted, diary.

If you can, give me some kind of sign on what to do here. Because, I have no idea what to do.

-bella

"My name is… old sounding?" Edward laughed in my face.

"I guess so. It is, kind of. Maybe. I don't know?" I guessed. I didn't want to get him upset.

"No, it is. I like it that way. It makes me sound…experienced and older," he bragged.

"Edward, honey, I'm sure in just a few years you will not want to seem older. Ahh, but remember these days? They were the best," I reminisced.

"Hell, yeah I do. And no, I really didn't like anyone at the time. Alice was lying as usual," he informed me with a hint of dishonesty.

"You sure you didn't like me?" I asked with a mocking smile.

"I'm…sure. Oh, who am I kidding. I totally did. You were…so cute! Your crazy curls and your smile…you've always been my irresistible Isabella," he laughed at his own corny alliteration.

"Gee, Edward, that was beautiful," I laughed, fake crying, "You should become a poet one day. You could be like -what's his name- Shakespeare."

"Definitely. In all seriousness, though, that was really sweet, that entry. I can't believe you liked me from then. I remember Alice asking me about that, and I remember lying. It's funny how reading a first-hand account of something like this brings back so many memories," he thought out loud.

"That's true. I was so desperate back then. I was so dependent on my parents and friends, it's crazy. Nothing like I am today," I remarked.

"Well, yeah, I wish you were like you were back then. You are so selfless you almost disregard your own problems so they don't trouble other people," he reminded me.

"Well, it's how I am, you gotta deal, sweets," I laughed, "All or nothing."

"I'd take all over nothing any day of my life. Can I read you a piece of my poetry?" he asked.

"I'd be more than happy to hear your poetry," I replied, thrilled that he actually was willing to share something so personal with me.

He got up, walked up to our bedroom, and came back down with a notebook I had never seen before.

"It's bad. I know. But sometimes I just have these ideas and I have to write them down. They're usually about, well, you. My inspiration, my love, and my soulmate."

"I can't wait. Come on, please read it! I'm dying of anticipation here!" I exaggerated. But what I heard, I was not expecting. Never in a million years did I expect him to write about me.

"Okay. Here goes:

'Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars- points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything,'" he finished, took a deep breath, and smiled up at me.

My heart soared.