Only 4 reviews for the introduction? That's rather disappointing, you know. But then again, this idea must have been used for quite a million times already, so I wouldn't bother whining my heart out for getting only 4 reviews.

As promised, I'm giving credit to the newest cullen for letting me borrow her format from her first fic, "Love Story". I know her work does not need anymore plugging, but seriously, you should check it out. It's a very well-written and interesting fic, if I say so myself. :)

Anyway, if you took the time to read this, then please leave a review. Enjoy the first chapter!

You're on the phone with your girlfriend;
she's upset.
She's going off about something that you said
'Coz she doesn't, get your humor like I do...

"Please listen to me, babe. You know I never meant it like that!" Edward exclaimed as he tried to explain something over the phone. His features were perfectly contorted into a mask of annoyance and worry, both prominent at the same time. It was definitely priceless, his expression. I almost resisted the urge to take a snapshot of his comical appearance at this very moment. I was practically enjoying his misery. I forked another bite of my chocolate cake to stay inconspicuous, to not let by actions be known. Getting caught is way out of the line.

"Okay, I'll take the gift back if that's what you want. I was just hoping you'd like it even a bit," he added, his tone gradually lowering an octave down. I had to stifle a giggle as tough Edward turned all sissy and…soft, so to speak, at this moment.

"B-b-but babe!" NowI really couldn't stop laughing my butt off as I heard him stammer in words. I had never seen him like this. Or never imagined seeing him like this. Ever. He shot a piercing glance at me as he took in my unruly reaction. I forced myself to stop giggling from his abrupt change of persona as he mouthed the words "Shut up." I gestured a zipping motion on my lips and turned my attention back to my half-eaten dessert. I struggled hard to erase the plastered grin off of my face, to hold the little snickers before they could even escape my lips, but I was too amused to even bother. So much for being inconspicuous, I thought.

With a click and a sour expression graced all over his features, he shut his phone off. I decided it was time to lighten the moods up a little bit. "Have you messed with the squirrels this time?" I asked jokingly.

He rolled his eyes at my question. "No. Your good 'ol squirrels are out of this."

"Cows?"

"No."

"Chickens?"

He heaved a sigh. "Not even close."

"Dinosaurs?" I guessed.

"Can you please be realistic, Bella!" he bellowed, exasperation coloring his tone.

I flinched; he scares me too much with that attitude. I contemplated on the last words that escaped my lips. Sure, it was a little bit…extraordinary. But I couldn't entirely blame my imagination for being so wild and creative, could I?

"Okay, I give up. My guesses have never been correct since day one, anyway," I saw the corner of his lips twitch into a smile in response to my confession and it embarrassed me to admit this. I changed the topic before he could even grab the chance to ridicule my obvious flaw. "So what was that all about?"

His forming smile abruptly turned into a frown as I mentioned his earlier phone conversation. Judging from Edward's twisted expression and the female's loud, deranged voice on the other line, I could pretty much guess he and his recent girlfriend fought over something silly again, something you'll never thought couples would have the time to argue about. "It's just… you know. Tanya's being her oversensitive self about certain matters," he said glumly.

"You mean her usual oversensitive self," I corrected him. My response earned a nasty look on his face—one that orders me to take back what I said. But I didn't. And I wouldn't. Hell would certainly break loose if, for some miraculous reason, I did. And I'm staying true to my every word.

I wonder how absurd Tanya got this time. I remember the last time she went hysterical over a bar of chocolate Edward offered to her, saying how he never seemed to be concerned about a cheerleader's figure or weight. And the last, last time was about a diet cola he bought from a store. She then fussed about how she's feeling all flabby and bulky that Edward even thought of buying a diet one rather than the usual. Seriously, if I were to take the place of her boyfriend—which I hope will never happen—I wouldn't know where to place myself. Heck, you can never expect something reasonable from her. I know the girl long enough not to be surprised, but she always manages to shock me when she throws a fit over the pettiest reasons.

They say girls could never make up their minds. That could be true. But the world doesn't need another living proof to justify that.

I could come up with at least fifty guesses on why a delirious Tanya was over the phone with Edward, screaming and whining at the top of her lungs. But it wouldn't help a bit if I assumed wrong, so it's better to hear the story from the boyfriend himself. "What is it about this time?"

I saw him blink several times, his brows furrowed in confusion as I spoke. "What is what this time?"

"The reason. Remember?"

"Oh, that…" He trailed off. "It's really something silly and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have the time to hear the whole reason behind the argument. So, never mind."

It's really something silly. I rolled my eyes at the statement; I already guessed as much. They always seemed to have all the time in the world to bicker over the silliest stuff and frankly, their trivial quarrels wear me out every time. It's like you're being subjected to World War every single day and you could do nothing but to digest everything, no matter how ridiculous their conversation could get. It's really sickening, if you ask me.

"Come on, Edward. Spill it out already."

I could see the hesitancy in his eyes, could feel the indecisiveness radiating from him. "Promise me you won't laugh," he finally responded.

As far as my memory could take me, there was never a single time I suppressed a laugh while he talked about Tanya's appalling behavior. Most times, I would snicker or chuckle at a certain point of his narration and he would sigh and complain about how I failed to sympathize with him. And we would go on like that everyday, laughing and messing at each other, not minding the stares and cryptic looks we get from people who pass us by. They can conclude as much as they want; I couldn't care less. I forced myself to give him a slight nod for him to speak up. I wonder how long I could last without breaking my promise.

"Well, yesterday was our 3rd month anniversary, and I had to think of something special for my girl."

I grimaced at his term of endearment. She's all yours, alright.

I immediately put the poker face back before he could notice the change of expression on my face. "I finally decided to give her a kitten for a present," he continued.

Of all the animals, a kitten? A harmless kitten caused all this big of a fuss? I could not believe it! Tanya has to earn a world record for this. I mean, it's really very seldom to see people going berserk over such innocuous creature, isn't it?

"Better give her a dog next time," was all I could say. The unnecessary anger would surely erupt at any minute now, and I had to distract myself to prevent that from happening. Tanya's already enough to upset him and I don't want to give him another reason to be. She could be a pain in the ass for all eternity if she wants.

"She hates dogs. She was bitten by one when she was about five years old." Good dog. I guess I have to adore them from now on.

I could not think of any other response for that. It's either I succumb to my nature and bombard him with my sarcastic remarks or be the hypocrite of the year by giving her my utmost pity. Either way, he would clearly see right through me and this would only turn into an awful argument. I dropped the subject and tried to divert the conversation. "How is a kitten any special, by the way?"

I saw a sheepish smile slowly creeping on his features as he answered, "Well… it's not just the kitten, per se. I thought I could make it more special if I write her a simple note."

"And what was written in the note, exactly?"

I had to wait for a day before he responded. "It says 'you absolutely don't know how purrrrfect you are, babe. I hope you finally got the message.'" He looked directly into my eyes. "Tell me, how can she not understand the humor in that? I was trying to make her laugh with the pick-up line, but instead, I got this."

I had to burst into laughter as he emphasized the word 'purrrrfect', literally making purring sounds for added effect. Now, who wouldn't like that sort of gift? I couldn't imagine any girl rejecting that sweet gesture. Behind the well-built body and the glorious face, no one knew, besides me, that Edward can be this sentimental-Romeo-of-our-generation type of guy. But he's really just like that—a little bit corny but romantic nonetheless. He always has been. I know him long enough to know.

Edward and I have been friends for over a year now and I know him like my older brother—technically, since he's two months older than me. Back then, I never imagined talking to him, let alone befriending him, but reality decided to present me with such things that I thought were impossible. We sat in Biology together and felt more comfortable with each other as each day ended. Who would've thought Mr. Basketball Guy would end up being friends with the girl who discreetly watched him play all alone? Well, I didn't. A year wasn't enough to understand the popular Edward Cullen, but in that short of a time, I've learned a lot of things about him, about his hidden personality that only a chosen few had the chance to know about. Like how he gets mad over a loss at a basketball match. How he likes to cut off classes during Biology but never tried doing so. How he resents being forced to watch cheap chick flicks with anyone. How he loves the smell of the surroundings after a heavy downpour. How he adores poetry more than he could ever admit it. Really, I could make quite a list here if I dare to continue. And I wouldn't be able to stop once I start enumerating.

He crossed his arms as he consumed my laughing fit. "Well, at least someone understood the humor."

I managed to let out a couple more giggles before I finally quieted myself. I gasped and panted for air before turning my head to face him and spoke, "Oh, God. I haven't laughed that much since forever! I didn't know you could even come up with that lovesick line."

He shook his head infinitesimally. "You sure know how to wound a man's ego, don't you Isabella?"

"Actually, it's not easy doing so with other guys. But it's rather a piece of cake when it comes to you, Anthony," I spat, a mischievous glint shadowing my chocolate brown orbs.

We ended up laughing in unison, our voices disrupting the serenity of the place. For a moment, he seemed to be back to his normal self, away from all the troubles and worries that bothered him for days. I could not help but notice the gleam on his emerald eyes, the goofy grin fixated on his face; I could never get tired of staring at him.

"Is the view any good?" he asked, a smirk finding its way on his features.

I flushed a crimson red, knowing what he meant exactly with his question. I tried to play it cool as I mockingly retorted, "More than good." I smirked. "It's purrrrfect."

Forgive me if I didn't bother to include the detailed part of their friendship in this chapter. I know your imaginations could make up for it. LOL. By the way, if you would notice, Bella's feelings for Edward isn't as pronounced as you thought it would be. She's not all I-love-my-bestfriend-to-bits kind of girl. But, you'll see soon. As the story progresses, so do the characters. :]

So how does this chapter appealed to you? I hope it wasn't that bad.

P.S. Okay. I'll admit the second chapter's not even halfway through. Final exams are taking much of my time, since I have a lot of things to catch up on. I'm hoping I could finish writing it by next week, though. Again, I'll be sending a sneak preview on the second chapter for those who will review. Will that give you enough reason to?