A/N: I wasn't going to post this for a while but I decided to because I know exactly what's going to happen (unlike any of my other Fanfictions) so for the most part I will only be updating this for a while.

Disclaimer: I wish I was Stephenie Meyer but I'm not.

The sun shone through the trees making thee deep snow that covered the ground sparkle. I looked out of the window of my bedroom in my father's house, whishing that the snow would disappear, or that I could go home now. It wasn't that I didn't like my father, I loved him dearly but I absolutely hated Forks. I was just happy that I only had to endure a few more hours of this dreary town.

I was now twelve years old. Every year since I was a little girl I was forced to come to visit my father at least once a year.

Today was the first time in a long time that it was sunny. It would be perfect if not for the snow and chilling temperatures.

I sat here staring out of the window, waiting for Charlie (my father) to tell me it was time to go.

I jumped right up and grabbed my things when he finally came into my room to say that. I wasn't worried about hurting his feelings. He knew about how much I despised Forks and that I would be excited to leave.

When Charlie finished the paperwork at the check-in desk we made out way through security and shared a few hugs before nice lady took me down the elevator so that I could get comfortable before everyone else boarded the plane.

I sat down in my seat close to the isle. Soon people started filing into the plane from the front door. I thought for a moment that I might get lucky and have the seat next to me be empty but as the last person boarded the plane I realized I must be wrong, all the other seats were taken.

It seemed as if the same moment I turned my head to look at him he turned his head to look at me.

This boy, man, whichever, was probably sixteen, or seventeen and he was the most gorgeous person I had ever seen, man or woman. He had bronze hair and when I first saw his eyes I thought they were topaz, but as he came closer I saw that they were…black?

"Hello," I said trying to be polite.

"Hello," he said, his jaw clenched. Had I done something wrong?

"Edward?" the girl said who sat on the seat across the isle from mine. She looked about the same age as he was and almost as beautiful. I guessed that she was probably his sister.

"Yes, Alice?" it seemed like he was mad.

"Are you okay? I can't…" she gave a quick glance to me, "I can't see anything."

"I'm fine," he snapped.

I looked at the girl, she was thing with short, dark hair.

Edward, finally sat down next to me. I could tell that for some reason he was trying to avoid my gaze.

"Is something wrong?" I finally asked. It seemed as if he hated me but why? What harm could a small twelve year old girl do to him?

"No, I'm fine," he said, still not looking at me.

"What's your name?" I asked stupidly, tying to make conversation. It sounded like a question a three year old would ask, and I already knew that answer but I didn't care.

"Edward," he stated simply.

"Can you speak in sentences of only one or two words or something because that's all I've heard you say." I asked, surprised by my own boldness.

"I didn't know a ten year old could be so snooty. Does that answer your question?" I could see a smile developing on his face.

Narrowing my eyes I corrected him, "I'm twelve."

Edward let out a low chuckle, "Oh well I'm sorry for that."

Just then the girl who I was thinking might be Edward's sister leaned over to me and smiled brightly.

"Hi, my name is Alice," she said. "You know if my brother gets to mean just tell me and we can always switch seats."

"Thanks," I said, "but I'll give him another chance before I do anything."

"Okay," Alice said, before popping one of the headphones to her ipod into her ear.

I tried to look out of the window so that I could watch the place take off but Edward was blocking the way.

Finally I decided to listen to music so I bent down to get my CD player out. When I opened the pocket to my backpack that held all the CD's Edward looked over at me.

"You like Debussy?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes, do you?" I asked, I too was surprised.

"Definitely, who knew a twelve year old could have such a great taste in music?" he teased.

The rest of the flight to Phoenix we talked about many different things and came to find we had a lot in common.

"Are you getting off here?" I asked when we were just about to deplane. For some reason I was seriously hoping that he was.

He looked out the window although it was dark outside, you couldn't see anything.

"He nodded, "Yes, but we will be leaving early in the morning, my sister and I don't exactly like the sun, " he said but it sounded as if he meant something else.

We got off the plane and I ran to throw my arms around my mother who was waiting for me as I got off.

She kissed me on the cheek and then turned to someone standing behind me.

"Can I help you?" my mother asked.

"Oh we just wanted to say goodbye to Bella. You know you have a very nice daughter," it was Alice, I could tell.

"I saw my mother's eyebrows raise in worry.

"Mom, this is Edward and Alice, they sat next to me on the plane," I said, before my mother could get any ideas.

"Oh well, it's very nice to meet you," she told them, instantly warming up.

"After grabbing our luggage we stayed in the airport for a while talking to the two teenagers. When my mother finally realized the time she insisted on driving them to their hotel room.

Alice sat next to Edward in the backseat, chattering the whole way. Whenever I glanced at Edward I found him staring at me with a quizzical look on his face.

When it was finally time to say goodbye Alice pushed something in my hand and then gave me a hug. I waved at them as my mother pulled away.

"Well they certainly seemed nice," my mother said. "Although I think they are a little young to be traveling so long alone."

"Mom, they are both seventeen, they'll graduate from high school this school year."

"I know, but still. I would be worried sick if you were traveling alone like that with now adult. They must be very responsible."

As I listened to my mother's voice drone of on the drive home I almost forgot about the slip of paper Alice had sneaked to me. I looked down. It was a phone number. I knew that I should have thrown it away, I barely knew these people but a big part of me didn't want to throw it away. For some reason, the tiny piece of paper was special to me so I kept it.

Do you like it? Should I write this chapter in Edward's POV too?