Friends: Chapter 1 "Our Story"
*This is a story of Edward and Bella. They're both human, they are the best of friends and have been together since they were four. They are as close as any two friends can be. Can their friendship make it through new relationships and circumstances??? Are they really just friends or is there something more.
Chapter 1
“Our story”
My name is Isabella Swan, but I go by Bella. I'm 17 and was born and
raised here in lovely Forks, Washington. I live with my Father Charlie.
He's the chief of Police. My Mother died during child birth, so I never
truly knew her. But Charlie manages to find a way to bring her up every
day. So his memories became mine.
Charlie and I don’t have your typical Father/daughter relationship. We're more like buddies, but he knows when, and when not to, pull out the Dad card. It works for us.
I'm the cook in the family. I do so every night, working off my Mother’s old recipes. Charlie gave them to me when he saw how much I enjoyed cooking. He thought it would be a nice way to have a piece of her.
But Charlie isn't the only man in my life...There was my best friend
Edward. Aside from Charlie he was the most important man in my life,
seeing as though I had yet to have a boyfriend. But that was ok. They both filled my life.
Edward moved here when he was four. His parents died in a car accident leaving him with no family. He was put into foster care, and moved around a bit, until they found him a stable home with the Mason's.
The Mason's cared for Edward, but never really looked at him as "their son." It only became more evident after they, through years and years of trying, conceived their own child.
Edward was given anything he wanted...The Mason's were "well off" to say the least. They gave him everything but attention and the love every child needed.
And that's where Charlie and I came in. Because of us, Edward didn’t feel alone. In fact he felt like he had everything he needed.
We spent every waking moment of every day together growing up. We never left one another's sides.
Charlie looked at Edward as a son. He taught us both to ride a bike, how to swim, he took Edward fishing, and when the time came, he sat us both down together and had the birds and the bees talk...that wasn't awkward or anything.
While The Mason's provided for him financially, Charlie and I took care of the rest, and as Edward has told us time and time again, he wouldn't have it any other way.
Edward was my first and only kiss. We were 7 and were playing in our clubhouse that Charlie had built for us. It's like all little girls and boys do. We were curious...then like every other boy and girl that age we wiped our mouths and talked about how gross it was.
We never kissed again.
Edward. Edward was handsome, many of the girls thought so, but they all stayed away. I'm not sure why. He jokingly insists it's because I scare
them off, and that’s normally followed by me socking him one in the arm.
That's how we were...he made fun of me and I usually ended up hitting him.
But it always made me wonder, why did they stay away? I guess it could
be that he doesn’t pay them any attention. He isn’t arrogant, but he’s an old soul. The girls at our school aren’t what he’s looking for. They’re not nearly as mature as he is.
Although he can have fun, and be lighthearted with me, he's very deep, and smart, and musically inclined. His music is very important to him.
Every night after dinner, he plays my Mom’s old piano for Charlie and me. It’s part of our daily routine.
We were by no means the 'outcasts' in school, but we were not part of the 'in crowd' either. We had our group of friends at school, but it was
usually just me and him out of school and on the weekends.
So in a nut shell, that's who we are. Edward and Bella, best of friends.
People always asked why we weren't together. Why we weren't a couple. They always said how cute we were together, and they couldn’t understand how or why we chose to be friends only.
They just didn't understand how two people, so close, so trusting of one another, who cares so much, could just be friends.
Edward and I usually just looked at each other and wrinkled our noses, as if we were disgusted by the mere thought of it.
That’s just the way it was. That’s how it always was and will always be.
Edward greeted me every morning by laying on the horn to his pride and joy…Lucy…his silver Volvo. Yes Lucy. Don’t ask me why he picked Lucy, but that’s what he picked. I guess she looked like a Lucy.
He picked me up late, everyday. I think he did it intentionally, just so he could race to school. Edward loved speed. Everything he did, everywhere he went, he did it fast. He loved the adrenaline.
I on the other hand hated it. It scared the crap out of me. But over the past 13 years, we’ve learned to pick and choose our battles.
"Morning sunshine." He said overly enthusiastically.
"Agh" can't you just be crabby and irritable at 7:15 am like every other high school kid for once. I barked.
"Oh I’m sorry” he replied with fake empathy.
“Let me try it again…*sigh* Sup?” He tried to sound tired and cranky.
I rolled my eyes, as the corner of my mouth lifted towards a smile.
“There it is…I see it…you want to smile…I know you do.” He was taunting me now.
I remained speechless and slapped his arm.
“Damn Bells, you’re grumpier than normal. Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today, or wait, what day is it…26, 27, 28…Oh, did you get a visit from your monthly visitor today???” He was laughing. He was the only one laughing. He knew me too well.
“You’re too much.” I retorted.
“I give in, ok. You win…here’s my happy face.” I gave him the cheesiest smile I could.
"Soooo, its one week till the dance Bella. We've come to our deadline,
and neither of us has dates. What say you?"
Prom. I hated going to any dance, but Edward insisted we had to. It's a
right of passage he says. To me, it was a night of torture, dancing to cheesy music, wearing a cheesy dress, and wearing the most uncomfortable shoes.
But he always managed to convince me. Edward and I went to every dance together except the one where he took our friend Jessica. They tried to date, but it just didn't work out, and he ended up spending most of the night texting me from the dance.
I knew deep down, he was dying to ask Natalie Miller. She ruled the
school. Even though she was a junior like Edward and I, she had all the
guys, including the seniors drooling over her.
Edward was no exception. He didn’t drool per say, but she definitely peaked his interest.
He had liked her since she arrived from sunny California our sophomore year.
She, although not the sharpest tool in the shed, did share one interest
with him...music.
They talked every now and then when they had classes together, or in
passing, she'd give him a quick "Hi." But it ended there.
Sure she had the body of a Brazilian model, mixed w/ the face of a beauty queen but I didn't think she was anything special. Even Edward wasn't taken aback by her looks. It was more of the music interest that he liked about her. He said he can see how music influences her.
Every time he said that I pretended to stick my finger down my throat to make myself throw up.
We pulled into the school parking lot, parked in our usual space, and
Edward, being the gentleman he always tried to be, opened my door.
And as our morning routine panned out, the first people we saw were
Natalie and her followers. Edward stared in her direction trying to make it seem as though he wasn’t looking.
I joked that every time he stared at her it was like a movie... I could picture it happening in slow motion,
when a guy sees the girl he likes pass by, her hair slowly blowing behind
her...I smacked him upside his head.
"I could get you binoculars if you’d like.” I whispered in his ear. Then shouted… “Snap out of it Edward. She's never going to like you."
I know it sounded harsh, but if his best friend couldn't tell him the truth, who would. And besides, I knew he appreciated my honesty.
"I don't know Bella. There's something about her, I just don't know why she affects me like this." He was frustrated. He didn't want to be "that
guy." The type of guy that followed her around like a lost puppy. He made fun of those guys.
"You guys hardly talk Edward. How's she supposed to get to know you, if you don't talk to her, nor show that you're interested in any way?"
He gave me a playful little shove, that in his own way, admitting I was
right, and thus continuing our routine banter for the day.
Chapter 1
“Our story”
My name is Isabella Swan, but I go by Bella. I'm 17 and was born and
raised here in lovely Forks, Washington. I live with my Father Charlie.
He's the chief of Police. My Mother died during child birth, so I never
truly knew her. But Charlie manages to find a way to bring her up every
day. So his memories became mine.
Charlie and I don’t have your typical Father/daughter relationship. We're more like buddies, but he knows when, and when not to, pull out the Dad card. It works for us.
I'm the cook in the family. I do so every night, working off my Mother’s old recipes. Charlie gave them to me when he saw how much I enjoyed cooking. He thought it would be a nice way to have a piece of her.
But Charlie isn't the only man in my life...There was my best friend
Edward. Aside from Charlie he was the most important man in my life,
seeing as though I had yet to have a boyfriend. But that was ok. They both filled my life.
Edward moved here when he was four. His parents died in a car accident leaving him with no family. He was put into foster care, and moved around a bit, until they found him a stable home with the Mason's.
The Mason's cared for Edward, but never really looked at him as "their son." It only became more evident after they, through years and years of trying, conceived their own child.
Edward was given anything he wanted...The Mason's were "well off" to say the least. They gave him everything but attention and the love every child needed.
And that's where Charlie and I came in. Because of us, Edward didn’t feel alone. In fact he felt like he had everything he needed.
We spent every waking moment of every day together growing up. We never left one another's sides.
Charlie looked at Edward as a son. He taught us both to ride a bike, how to swim, he took Edward fishing, and when the time came, he sat us both down together and had the birds and the bees talk...that wasn't awkward or anything.
While The Mason's provided for him financially, Charlie and I took care of the rest, and as Edward has told us time and time again, he wouldn't have it any other way.
Edward was my first and only kiss. We were 7 and were playing in our clubhouse that Charlie had built for us. It's like all little girls and boys do. We were curious...then like every other boy and girl that age we wiped our mouths and talked about how gross it was.
We never kissed again.
Edward. Edward was handsome, many of the girls thought so, but they all stayed away. I'm not sure why. He jokingly insists it's because I scare
them off, and that’s normally followed by me socking him one in the arm.
That's how we were...he made fun of me and I usually ended up hitting him.
But it always made me wonder, why did they stay away? I guess it could
be that he doesn’t pay them any attention. He isn’t arrogant, but he’s an old soul. The girls at our school aren’t what he’s looking for. They’re not nearly as mature as he is.
Although he can have fun, and be lighthearted with me, he's very deep, and smart, and musically inclined. His music is very important to him.
Every night after dinner, he plays my Mom’s old piano for Charlie and me. It’s part of our daily routine.
We were by no means the 'outcasts' in school, but we were not part of the 'in crowd' either. We had our group of friends at school, but it was
usually just me and him out of school and on the weekends.
So in a nut shell, that's who we are. Edward and Bella, best of friends.
People always asked why we weren't together. Why we weren't a couple. They always said how cute we were together, and they couldn’t understand how or why we chose to be friends only.
They just didn't understand how two people, so close, so trusting of one another, who cares so much, could just be friends.
Edward and I usually just looked at each other and wrinkled our noses, as if we were disgusted by the mere thought of it.
That’s just the way it was. That’s how it always was and will always be.
Edward greeted me every morning by laying on the horn to his pride and joy…Lucy…his silver Volvo. Yes Lucy. Don’t ask me why he picked Lucy, but that’s what he picked. I guess she looked like a Lucy.
He picked me up late, everyday. I think he did it intentionally, just so he could race to school. Edward loved speed. Everything he did, everywhere he went, he did it fast. He loved the adrenaline.
I on the other hand hated it. It scared the crap out of me. But over the past 13 years, we’ve learned to pick and choose our battles.
"Morning sunshine." He said overly enthusiastically.
"Agh" can't you just be crabby and irritable at 7:15 am like every other high school kid for once. I barked.
"Oh I’m sorry” he replied with fake empathy.
“Let me try it again…*sigh* Sup?” He tried to sound tired and cranky.
I rolled my eyes, as the corner of my mouth lifted towards a smile.
“There it is…I see it…you want to smile…I know you do.” He was taunting me now.
I remained speechless and slapped his arm.
“Damn Bells, you’re grumpier than normal. Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed today, or wait, what day is it…26, 27, 28…Oh, did you get a visit from your monthly visitor today???” He was laughing. He was the only one laughing. He knew me too well.
“You’re too much.” I retorted.
“I give in, ok. You win…here’s my happy face.” I gave him the cheesiest smile I could.
"Soooo, its one week till the dance Bella. We've come to our deadline,
and neither of us has dates. What say you?"
Prom. I hated going to any dance, but Edward insisted we had to. It's a
right of passage he says. To me, it was a night of torture, dancing to cheesy music, wearing a cheesy dress, and wearing the most uncomfortable shoes.
But he always managed to convince me. Edward and I went to every dance together except the one where he took our friend Jessica. They tried to date, but it just didn't work out, and he ended up spending most of the night texting me from the dance.
I knew deep down, he was dying to ask Natalie Miller. She ruled the
school. Even though she was a junior like Edward and I, she had all the
guys, including the seniors drooling over her.
Edward was no exception. He didn’t drool per say, but she definitely peaked his interest.
He had liked her since she arrived from sunny California our sophomore year.
She, although not the sharpest tool in the shed, did share one interest
with him...music.
They talked every now and then when they had classes together, or in
passing, she'd give him a quick "Hi." But it ended there.
Sure she had the body of a Brazilian model, mixed w/ the face of a beauty queen but I didn't think she was anything special. Even Edward wasn't taken aback by her looks. It was more of the music interest that he liked about her. He said he can see how music influences her.
Every time he said that I pretended to stick my finger down my throat to make myself throw up.
We pulled into the school parking lot, parked in our usual space, and
Edward, being the gentleman he always tried to be, opened my door.
And as our morning routine panned out, the first people we saw were
Natalie and her followers. Edward stared in her direction trying to make it seem as though he wasn’t looking.
I joked that every time he stared at her it was like a movie... I could picture it happening in slow motion,
when a guy sees the girl he likes pass by, her hair slowly blowing behind
her...I smacked him upside his head.
"I could get you binoculars if you’d like.” I whispered in his ear. Then shouted… “Snap out of it Edward. She's never going to like you."
I know it sounded harsh, but if his best friend couldn't tell him the truth, who would. And besides, I knew he appreciated my honesty.
"I don't know Bella. There's something about her, I just don't know why she affects me like this." He was frustrated. He didn't want to be "that
guy." The type of guy that followed her around like a lost puppy. He made fun of those guys.
"You guys hardly talk Edward. How's she supposed to get to know you, if you don't talk to her, nor show that you're interested in any way?"
He gave me a playful little shove, that in his own way, admitting I was
right, and thus continuing our routine banter for the day.
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im sorry uve had a bad week. take as much time as u need. and dont stay up too late writing cuz bad things happen... i would know. plz get some sleep and i hope u have better workdays!
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OMG I LOVELOVELOVELOVE UR STORY PLZ PLZ PLZ PLZ WRITE MORE SOON AND KEEP ME UPDATED :D
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Please hurry up and post I LOVE this story it's the one of the best ones about Edward and Bella's friendship blooming. I can't wait
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Ok! The Chocolate covered strawberries did it. They are my cryptonite. I'll be posting within the next few hours.
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I can't wait to read the chapter. It is pretty late where I live and I should really be getting to bed but now I'm really anxious to read the chapter and I don't want to go to bed, haha, I have been waiting for this for so long and knowing it will be posted soon, just makes me want to wait up until I've read. I really hope you will be able to post it up in the next hour!
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Don't worry, hopefully Jamie will post soon! How excited are all of you to read what was going through Edward's head? I am! I've re-read chapter 11 so many times, haha. And it still manages to amaze me and put a huge smile on my face, haha.
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yey!!
FINALLYYY!!
Edward was really getting on
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he got his head straight..
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Chapter 12: Revelations
EPOV
As we sat there waiting for Bella to get ready Natalie enjoyed looking at all the young pictures of Bella and me. We circled the room looking at the pictures Charlie had up of us and our life together. Each one carried a special memory or story, and I was happy to share them with her.
I cherished those memories more than Bella could ever know.
As the crowd got restless, I called up to Bella and threatened to carry her out of her room kicking and screaming if necessary.
She sheepishly stuck her head out of her room and walked hesitantly to the top of the stairs.
I stood in silence as I took in her magnificence.
This wasn’t my best friend staring back at me. It was someone I had never seen clearly. She looked like my best friend but it was how I saw her that changed who she was.
Our friendship was the one thing I had held on to and valued most in this world. She was my best friend, my family.
It was as if my eyes had been closed this whole time, and now by some divine intervention, they were open and seeing clearly.
I tried to catch my breath but it was too late. She had already taken it away.
My heart raced as I realized that what I was searching for was right there standing in front of me this whole time, and it wasn’t in Natalie. It was Bella. It had always been Bella. I was just too stubborn and scared to admit it. Too blind to see it.
I was no sooner interrupted by the whistling coming from the foyer. I apparently wasn’t the only one overcome by her beauty.
Everyone’s face was full of awe as they saw her carefully take the stairs in her heels.
I saw the look on Natalie’s face. It wasn’t the same as the others. In fact she hadn’t even looked at Bella. She was looking at me.
I could only assume she feared my reaction.
She had questioned my feelings towards Bella many times. I had always reassured her they were pure and nothing more than friendship.
Although that wasn’t the case anymore, I wouldn’t ruin Natalie’s night. She had been looking forward to this night for a while.
I assisted Bella down the stairs and went to stand by Natalie’s side. She was great through this whole mess and I at least owed her this night.
I tried to give Natalie the perfect night. It wasn’t the easiest considering Brady stole everyone’s attention.
He was drunk and belligerent.
Despite my attempts, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Bella. Every chance I got I stole a quick glance.
It pulled at my heart when I saw her dancing with every guy but me. I awaited my turn with bated breath.
I wanted to be the one dancing with her, holding her close in my arms. I realized tonight that I wanted to be the only one to dance with her from this point on.
After the incident with Brady I sat outside with Bella as she tried to relax and shake tonight’s events off her.
I wanted to tell her right there and then. I brushed her hair back and looked at how amazing she looked under the moonlight. The courage was growing and growing and I couldn’t keep the words in any longer.
As I said her name Natalie appeared and broke me off mid sentence.
I was compelled to make sure Natalie had a great night. I didn’t need to hurt her anymore than I was going to.
I left with her to finish the dance. But my mind and heart stayed with Bella.
I must have been a horrible date. I was preoccupied with thoughts of Bella the rest of the night. Especially when I realized she hadn’t returned.
I tried to focus on Natalie. I tried to indulge her in conversation, but couldn’t think of anything that held her attention.
She knew something was bothering me. She tried to talk to me about it, but I denied anything was wrong.
The dance ended and we were heading to an after party.
Natalie and I sat in silence as we drove to the party. She finally spoke first.
“Edward please, tell me what’s wrong. I know something is bothering you.” She pleaded.
“It’s nothing, really.” I forced a smile on my face.
We parked the car and I walked to her side to open the door for her.
She started walking to the house when she realized I wasn’t following her.
I stood hands in my pockets as I did whenever I was nervous. I bowed my head in shame.
She turned around a few steps ahead of me and just stared for a minute.
She took a deep breath of disappointment and sighed, “You’re not coming with me are you?”
I looked up toward her not able to answer.
“It’s okay Edward. Go to her and tell her how much you adore and love her.” Natalie said compassionately.
I looked at her in surprise and confusion.
“Edward, come on. Give me a little credit. I saw how you looked at her tonight. No one can deny that look and what it meant.”
“I’m sorry Natalie.” I uttered.
“I know you are. I’m not mad Edward. I just wished it was me.” She admitted as she shrugged her shoulders.
“She holds your heart. And I think she always has. You two have a past and so much history. No one can compete with that. I’m not surprised at all. I’m only surprised you didn’t realize it sooner.”
She walked toward me with a caring smile, kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “Go get her Edward. Don’t make her wait any longer.”
I hugged her grateful for how understanding she was, “For what it’s worth Natalie, I really did care for you.”
She nodded, “I know I never doubted it. It just wasn’t meant to be.”
She started to walk away but turned back and called for me, “Edward. Just one thing I have to ask. What is it about her?”
I said the only thing that could describe it, “Everything.”
She smiled and turned toward the party.
She let me off pretty easy. It’s only a testament to what a great person she really is.
I only wished other people had gotten to see that side of her. I wished people saw her for who she truly was.
I watched as she walked away knowing that she’s be ok. She’d find someone that cared for her they way she deserved.
I raced to Bella’s house trying to figure out what I would say to her. Fearing I wasn’t too late.
How do you tell someone that you’ve been a fool to think that you were meant to be anything less than what we really were?
And you see now what that really is and what that means.
How do you tell someone that you’ve been so afraid to admit the truth that you fear you’ve missed out on something remarkable and unrivaled?
How do you tell that person that the only thing you’re afraid of is losing them?
Bella opened the door and my knees fell weak.
There she stood in front of me; my best friend, my love, my past, and my future.
I told her everything…
She told me I wasn’t too late…
She told me it’s always been me…
I told her I never stood a chance against loving her…
A/N:
Ok so I'm sorry for keeping you all waiting. I re-wrote this last night. I hope you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think. And just to clarify...this is NOT the last chapter. -
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LOVE IT!
Dont worry about the waiting its woth for!
By the way i l love this chapter so much!
Little edward opened his eyes at last and saw the real bella!
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