Hello, kitties. Here's a little something I've been cooking up for a bit. It's not intended to be a long story, just one that's in my head and MUST come out! I must confess that as of yet I have an ending for it, but I hate it, so we will just have to see how it goes... hope you enjoy!


Chapter 1

My name is Isabella Swan. Today is my first day of college.

I close the diary my mother gave me as a graduation present. I study the pink and silver swirly, glittery cover. Not exactly me, but the small town of Forks does not have the abundant merchandise that Jacksonville does.

Let me clarify. I live in the tiny town of Forks, Washington. Population, 3,400 give or take a few. I have lived there since my last semester of junior year. My mother lives in Jacksonville, Florida. She is also quite scatterbrained and had forgotten to purchase a graduation gift for me before flying to Forks for my graduation.

Until today I lived with my single father so that my newly remarried mother could travel with her husband, Phil. I like Phil, he's really nice. Phil is a little young to be my father figure but still a nice guy. He's a minor league baseball player that has not yet been signed. My mom and Phil have to move every few months if Phil is not recruited to a team, and even then, could be traded to another team.

They are currently in Florida. Next month, who knows? I decided a month after their wedding to come and live with my dad, Charlie, until college. So here I am.

I grab my bag filled with the books I will need and my key. I am sure to lock the dorm room door. I am quite lucky; because of my hard work and early registration, I was able to land one of the ten single dorms. I am especially fortunate since I am a freshman and have a single dorm.

My first class is English 101. Uneventful and interesting, it was my favorite subject in high school and I suspected it would carry over to college.

The rest of the day went by quickly. My last class of the day was one that I dreaded more than all the others; Chemistry. It just never made sense to me. I got there over three quarters of an hour early, but it was only across the lawn from my previous class, science.

I went in and sat down, choosing a seat in the lecture hall about midway up. Not too eager, not to slacker-like. As I sat there, book open and doodling I heard a door open behind me. Quick steps approached and sat down directly across the aisle from me.

"Welcome to Professor Masen's class. You're new. I'm Edward, not Eddie, not Ed, Edward. What's your name?" he spoke quickly and directly. Something about him immediately intimidated me, but at the same instant attracted me.

"Isabella, but my friends call me Bella." I said, hoping my tone was friendly and straightforward as his.

"Bella, hmm, you don't look like a Bella. What's your middle name?" he asked.

"Marie." I said with a slight wrinkle of my nose.

"You don't like your middle name. That's funny. I'll call you Marie." He said with a smirk.

"Uh, okay." I answered, by now I was a bit dumbstruck.

"So, Marie, What are you doing here? Did you not hear that this is the single most difficult chemistry class in the tri-state area? Not only is it hard, but unlike many courses, those who are freshmen taking chem. 101, are studying the same materials and hearing the same lectures as seniors. I am in my senior year; I have seen 93 students drop out in the last three years. Are you going to be number 94?" he asked with some sort of masked authority.

"Yes I have heard it's hard. No I did not know about the levels. And, no, I'm not going to be number 94; I'm here to stay." I said focusing on my open textbook in front of me.

Yes he was attractive, but as much as I wanted to look at him I couldn't seem to bring myself to do it. Like looking at him would be beyond protocol or something.

"That's good." He said. Over the next 43 minutes he proceeded to give me the third degree. By the time he had finished I felt like I had just divulged the secret location of the city of Atlantis without truly knowing it myself.

"Well,' he said, 'I think I about have you pegged." He said and turned away.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well,' he said with a smirk full of self confidence, 'you're shy and not very talkative, until you get to know someone, that is. You are an only child, your mom and dad love you but you don't really connect with either of them, I would say you have one or two really good friends, you like simplicity and you are actually quite a good cook. You don't think much of yourself, but you should."

"Wow, you got all of that from our conversation?" I asked.

"Am I right?" he smirked.

"Yes." I said bashfully.

"See." He smiled.

I couldn't help but smile back. There are some people in life that you meet and you have to get to know them to like them. Others you like instantly. I liked Edward instantly, and though I knew nothing about him, and he seemingly knew my life story, I knew right then we would be friends.

The days moved forward, and Monday through Friday at 4:00 pm I would arrive at my chemistry class. The lectures were interesting. As hard as Professor Masen's class was, I found myself enthralled and wanting to know more. I suspected this is what had happened to Edward.

Every day Edward came in at exactly 4:05 pm and we would talk. Usually about nothing significant, just the ins and outs of daily campus life, or more commonly food, as was today's subject.

"What are you eating for dinner tonight?" he asked. I laughed.

"Probably ramen again, how about you?" I replied.

He made a face. "Eh, I don't know. Whatever I feel like when I get home. Leftovers or a sandwich; I'm undecided." He smiled. Oh, that smile; It lightened every dark corner of the room. No shadow could exist within a thousand miles of that smile. The way his green eyes crinkled at the corners.

His eyes, not just an everyday green, or even a deep emerald green, no, these eyes were green like the summer grass and just as warm.

When he looked at me it was as if he was looking right through to my very soul. Yes, to my soul; that seemed incredibly accurate.


A/N: Okay tell me what you think. I'm sorry if this is an awkward way to end chapter 1, but I honestly could not force myself to write any more tonight.