Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of its characters.

Thanks for the reviews! This story and some of its events are going to be loosely based on my life (things like a house being between Edward and Bella's house, them meeting when they were 9, the relationship between them, random things they do...stuff like that.).
I took a part from the prologue and put it in here, because I'm new at this and don't know how to organize my thoughts with this stuff, haha. Thanks again!

- JayBee

BPOV

I was sitting at my kitchen table, hurrying to finish my Cap'N Crunch before my ride to school came, when my dad came in, grabbing an apple on his way to the back door.

"Bye, Bella. I'll be back from work tonight at 8:00."

"'Kay, dad. Be careful."

He mumbled something that sounded like, "You too, Bella" on his way out.

I couldn't concentrate on my breakfast. Today, I had my History midterm, and I loathed history. With a passion. And how wonderful…history is Edward's favorite subject. I swear, I learned more about
history from him than I did from all of my school years combined. I heard his car's horn, and groaned, dreading this midterm. I threw away the rest of my cereal, grabbed my bookbag, and then had a
genius thought. Maybe if I didn't go outside, he would think I wasn't home! Alright, I realize that isn't likely, but maybe it might work. Okay, let's do this. I sat back down at the table, not wanting to
make any noise by walking around the house. I sat as still as I could, waiting to hear his car drive off. I jumped when I heard Rihanna's "Umbrella" blast from my phone. I checked the caller ID.

Surprise, surprise. It was Edward. I didn't pick up, and continued sitting there, waiting. Then I jumped at a different sound.

"Bella!! Open the door! Are you seriously trying to pretend you're not home right now? I just saw Charlie down the road. He said you were home."

*Damn.*

"Come on, Bella. The midterm's not gonna beat you up. It's paper! What's the worst that could happen? A paper cut? Bella, I – ow!!!"

Oh, my God. I ran to the door and swung it open.

"Edward??? Are you…kidding me?!"

He was standing there with a smug smirk on his face, perfectly fine. That smirk. I hated that smirk.

"Alright, come on, Bells. Let's go," he said, gesturing to the car as if nothing had happened.

"WHAT?! I thought you were hurt! …And I'm not going." I began to turn around to go back into the house when I felt a hand grab my wrist and drag me to the car.

He stopped me in front of the passenger's side door, spun me around to face the car, and said, "Get in."

I sighed. "Um…no. Besides…my bookbag's in the house."

He turned his head to check if the kitchen door was still open. It was. UGH. He put each of his hands on the car beside both sides of my body so I couldn't escape.
I couldn't even see where to escape from because I was facing the car! "I'll go get it after you get in. Open the door, and get in. Now. We're gonna be late."
I didn't move, so he reached his hand in front of my body and opened the door, almost hitting me with the door.

I reluctantly got in. "You suck," I mumbled in a low voice so that he wouldn't hear.

This bickering was normal for us, and we never meant anything negative by them. Edward and I met when we were 9. My parents and I had just moved this house, and there was
a house between mine and Edward's. Edward and I got became best friends fairly quick, and when my mom passed away when I was 10, he wouldn't leave my side, so we got even closer.
We were now 22, and ignorant people would just assume we were a couple. Sometimes, we would hear rumors about something we did together at some random place.
We didn't let it phase us, though. We knew we were best friends, and no stupid rumor would get in the way.

When Edward returned, he put my bookbag in the back seat, got in the driver's seat, and zoomed off.

"Bella, why are you acting like a child? I have to –"

"Why are you acting like my dad?" I knew I was being rude. I didn't care at the moment.

He turned his head and just looked at me. "Can I finish my sentence? …As I was saying, I have to take this midterm too. At least we'll go through it together, right?"

"I know, but I get so anxious. You know everything without even studying. I have to work so hard just to pass."

"What was the last grade you got in American Literature?"

I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but I answered anyway. "An 'A'."

"What was the last grade I got in American Literature?"

"A 'D'."

"Everyone has their strong points and weak points, Bella."

I knew he was right. And I did need to stop being a baby.

"Oh, and Bella?"

"Hm?"

"I don't suck."

Crap. I guess I wasn't as quiet as I thought. I looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, Edward. I was just cranky."

"I'll see if I can forgive you. Now tell me you love me."

"Pfffft. No." Of course I loved him. And he loved me. We said it all the time. He knew I was just being difficult.

He lowered his Ray-Ban sunglasses and looked at me. "Bella."

I kept looking at the road, not paying attention to him. I was doing a good job until he broke out into song.

"Under my um-Bella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh. Under my um-Bella, ella, ella, eh, eh…"

I couldn't keep a straight face when he sang his version of our song. I cracked a smile, and then burst out laughing. "I can't…breathe! Stop singing!" He wouldn't stop until I said it.
"I love you, Edward!!" He finally stopped as I gasped for air.

"You just love me for my amazing singing abilities."

"Yeah, that's why I love you. You should do a duet with Rihanna," I said sarcastically.

"Thanks, babe. I think I will."

I realized that we had arrived at school, and we pulled into the parking deck.

"Hey, Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, too." His smile was so sincere, and I couldn't help but smile back.

I suddenly felt confident for a change. "Are you ready?? I'm gonna Ace this midterm, Edward, so you better watch out." We got our bookbags and began walking toward the stairs of the parking deck.

"Oooh…grade threats from Bella. SCARY."

"Shut up," I jokingly said as I bumped into his side.

When we exited the deck, I realized how nice the weather was. We attended New York University, and since neither of us could afford the tuition, we were lucky we got scholarships
and took out student loans. When I first began attending university four years ago, Charlie didn't want me to dorm, so Edward said he wouldn't dorm either. I insisted that he should, so that he could
get the full university experience, but he said he'd rather not. We lived close enough to drive, so Edward drove us to school almost everyday. Although Charlie allowed me to dorm during my third year,
Edward and I had gotten used to our routine, and decided not to change it. Even though we commuted to school, we still attended parties and events when we could.

When we got to class, Alice, Edward's sister and my good friend, was already there. She was a year younger than us, and she stayed at the dorms in school. I sat between Edward and Alice.

"Hey, guys!"

"Hey, Alice." I knew she could tell by my voice that I was scared.

"Bella, it's not the end of the world. This only counts for 30% of your grade, not 100%." She thought that would comfort me? 30%?! My eyes went wide.

Edward then turned to Alice. "Stop it, Alice. Don't make her panic more than she already is."

Our professor then walked in. "Good morning, all. I hope you got a good night's sleep. Once I pass out these booklets, there will be no talking. Fill out the booklet as much as you can, and if you need a second one, just raise your hand."

A second one? I knew I wouldn't even be able to fill out the first one.

As I began the exam, I saw that it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, which gave me some confidence. As I predicted, I didn't even fill up one booklet. Alice filled up one, and Edward filled up his first one,
and half of a second booklet. When I was done, I put my exam on the professor's desk and left. I was so relieved that it was over. I saw Edward sitting with his legs crossed on the floor next to the
classroom door, listening to his iPod. I heard Metallica's "...And Justice for All" blaring from his headphones, and knew he wouldn't hear me if I called out his name. So instead, I tapped his shoe with my foot.
He looked up, smiled, put his iPod away, and got up, dusting his hands off.

"You wanna get something from Starbucks?" I knew he asked because he knew I loved Starbucks drinks, especially after something I did that was tiring. Let me tell you, this exam wore me out.

I smiled. "Yeah, sounds good. Where's Alice?"

"She had to go to her next class."

I was so glad we had no more classes today. My brain could relax. I was so grateful that there was a Starbucks on campus. After we got our drinks, we sat down for a little while.

"So, how do you think you did?" He asked.

I hated speaking about an exam I knew I failed, but if I failed, I failed. It was too late to change it now. "I don't know…I probably got a 30. Or 40."

"Bells, you didn't do that poorly. I'm positive. Stop underestimating yourself." How did he have more confidence in me than I did?

At that moment, some girl with blonde hair walked up to our table.

She put both of her hands on the table and turned to Edward. "Hi, Ed! Oh, my God. That history exam was totally brutal! How did you do?" I was used to girls flirting with Edward by now.
I mean, 6'1", green eyes, light brown hair, built body, smart, nice, funny. What's not to like, right? …But I really didn't like this girl.

Wait…did she just call him 'Ed'? He hated nicknames for his name. Ew. 'Ed' sounded ugly. She threw me a glaring look. What was that for? I raised an eyebrow at her.
She just flipped her hair and turned back to Edward. I looked at him, and he hadn't even noticed what just happened. Typical boy.

He smiled at her politely. "Hey, Ashley. I probably did alright. The professor's gonna post the grades up online tonight, so we'll see then. Knowing my luck, I probably missed an entire
part of a question and failed."

"Hahaha! You're so funny!" She slapped his arm playfully and he jumped, not expecting the slap. She finally walked away, and he turned back to me.

We then got up and starting walking toward the parking deck. "Hahaha! You're so funny, Ed!" I mocked Ashley.

Edward didn't laugh. "Bellaaa, don't be mean. She's not that bad."

"Edward, the way she speaks is so annoying. And she gave me a dirty look for no reason…" And she called you Ed, I wanted to add. I realized he didn't tell her he didn't like nicknames. Why was it okay for her to call
him that?

"What dirty look?" He seriously had no clue what went on.

I was one of those people who loved arguing, and as much as I liked arguing with him, I didn't want to argue over this. "… Nevermind."

"Alright, no problem." I was glad he dropped it.

We just continued walking in silence when this kid from my Social Movements class came by and began walking with us.

"Hey, Bella! Did you start your Social Movements paper yet?" He was so adorable. His name was Jacob, he was about an inch taller than I was (I was 5'5"), and had brown hair and brown eyes.
I wouldn't say I had a crush on him, but like I said, adorable.

"Ugh, no." Jake, this is my best friend, Edward. Edward, Jake." They both smiled and greeted each other. I'm glad that wasn't awkward. "I haven't even thought about my paper yet," I admitted.
We both laughed, because neither of us had begun the paper, and it was due in three days. We continued talking until we had to part ways because his car was parked on another floor in the deck.

When Edward and I got in his car, I realized how tired I was, and I didn't know why. I couldn't wait to get home and take a nap.

"So do you wanna come over for dinner tonight? My mom's making steak and mashed potatoes." When Edward spoke, I realized that he hadn't really said anything while Jacob and I were speaking.
Most likely because he was still trying to think about when Ashley and I had our little 'moment'.

"Mmm, yeah that sounds good. Is 7:00 okay? I have to make Charlie's dinner before I leave the house. I can bring my Literature book too, so we can begin studying for the midterm after dinner."

"7:00 is good. Uh…I don't really wanna study for it, but I guess I should. It's tomorrow, right?"

How was he not sure of the date of our midterm?! "Yupp, it's tomorrow."

By the time Edward drove to his house, it was 2:00. We got out of the car, "Bye, Bells. See you later. Do you need me to call to make sure you're awake on time?"

"No, don't worry. There's a long time to 7:30. I'll set my alarm to 6:00, make dinner, and come. Thanks for the ride," I said as I began walking to my house.

"No problem," he said with a smile as he walked away as well.

When I got home, I threw my bookbag on the floor, laid down on the couch, and fell asleep immediately.

I woke up to the front door opening as Charlie walked in. Charlie?! What time was it? I checked my phone. 8:15!! And three missed calls from Edward! My phone was still set on 'silent' from the
time I was taking my exam this morning. I can't believe I forgot to set my alarm. I explained what had happened to Charlie, told him there were leftovers from last night in the fridge, grabbed my
Literature book, and ran to Edward's house. I rang the doorbell, and waited for what seemed like forever until his mom, Esme, opened the door.

She immediately smiled. "Bella, we were waiting for you. I'm sorry, we already ate."

"I'm so sorry, Esme. I was taking a nap, and I forgot to set my alarm. I came by to study with Edward." I hoped his parents weren't disappointed or mad that I said I'd come for dinner and didn't.

"No problem, but Edward went out for a ride with his friend Jasper. You're more than welcome to wait upstairs for him. He should be back soon. He said he wouldn't be long."

"Thanks, Esme," I said as I stepped in the house. I walked upstairs to his room, and sat down on his bed. He just left? Where was he? I wish he was here so I could apologize.
He couldn't stand it when people were flaky and irresponsible. I just sighed and opened my Literature book, waiting for him to get home.

Hope you enjoyed it!
It's nothing special, but I'm sure (hopefully) my writing and plot will get better as I write more chapters and get used to it.
I'm going to do chapters in Edward POV along the way, so let me know if you guys would like that.
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