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"Edward- no!" I screamed, but my plea went unheard.
He toppled onto me and we both feel into the soft green grass of the ground. He smiled a beautiful, yet mischievous smile from above me. He then shackled my hands with his own, locking them in an unbreakable grip.
Here, we were both eleven years old and best friends. And Edward and I were playing his favorite game- tickle Bella.
He locked his knees around my waist and began feverishly tickling my sides, my neck, my legs.
I thought to myself, what had I done to deserve this "torture"? Oh, yeah, I answered myself, I criticized Edward's piano playing.
"Now, Bella, what were you saying about my song?" He continued on his torture with a big smile plastered on his face.
I answered him through clenched teeth, trying not to break and start laughing, "I had said, that I'd heard better playing before." But of course this wasn't true- and he knew it.
But nevertheless, he kept getting all of my ticklish spots-which were basically all over me- and said, "Really? I thought I heard you say, 'Edward-you play better than I've ever heard!' am I right?" I knew he wouldn't stop until I agreed so I reluctantly went along.
"Yes, Edward, you heard right." By now, I was beyond irritated, but I couldn't sound as upset as I wanted to because his hands kept creeping behind my ears, my most sensitive spots.
Finally, he stopped and he fell off of me, his back on the ground. Now we were both positioned to face the sky and were breathing hard. Once we were settled down, we turned on our sides to face each other. I couldn't help but stare at his young, beautiful face. Even at eleven, I knew that Edward was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. But it wasn't just his face that kept me with him, just being around him made me feel right, whole. When I looked at him, everything in my world was just as it should be; being with him for even a few minutes could turn my darkest hour into my brightest time. But of course, being only eleven, I wouldn't find this out until much later.
So much later that even if I could materialize us, we were too distanced now to even consider it. Too late to catch up, much less be together.
Dreams, or should I say memories, of Edward and me were quickly erased as my head was knocked against hard plastic. With blurred eyes, I sat up and examined where I was. Seat filled rows with people occupying them, most of them sleeping. I looked to my left and saw a small rectangular window. That's where I hit my head, I thought. Realization kicked in I remembered that I was currently on a plane back to Chicago.
I also realized that those visions had taken place about ten years ago. And ten years ago was when Edward also boarded a plane with his own mother and left…without telling me.
I silently groaned to myself- Stop, Bella. It took you years to even store those memories away, far, far away. You don't want to start over.
Just then, a stewardess walked by. I stopped her and asked for an aspirin and water. After she dropped those off, I tried to regain slumber, but my body wouldn't let me rest. It was only an hour later that I finally drifted to a dream-less sleep.
Hours later, my plane finally landed in Chicago. I headed to the luggage pick-up area, and then went to find a restroom to clean up in.
As I stood in front of the restroom mirror, I took my reflection in. my hair was a tangled mess, but I figured that was easily fixable. I was still as thin as ever, but my skin somehow looked even paler. I must be getting sick or something, I noted to myself.
Once I figured myself somewhat presentable, I headed to the waiting are and took a seat where I could be easily seen.
What seemed like hours had finally passed and I was about to get up to find a phone when I noticed a small head full of short, black hair bobbing through the crowded area. To be sure I knew who it was, I looked behind the head and saw thick honey-blonde hair quickly trailing behind. Sure enough, Alice had soon made it through the crowd with Jasper in tow.
"Bella? Bella!" She kept shouting, but it was hard to hear her with all of the noise surrounding us.
"Alice! Alice, I'm right here!" I tried waving my hands above me, but just as I did, someone backed into me and I hit the ground. I tried getting up by pushing on my suitcase, but the top popped open and my clothes went everywhere. To make matters worse, I slipped on one of my t-shirts and landed on my back- hard.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
As I regained consciousness, I was vaguely aware of an annoying pounding on my head. My eyes slowly fluttered open. As they did, I took in that a small silhouette and a much taller one were leaning over me.
I was happy to know that I was able to sit up, but with a slight pressure to my head.
I became even more aware of my surroundings and saw that both Alice and Jasper were trying to hide their smiles when I came to.
"Hello, Bella." It was Alice who spoke, "How do you like Chicago so far?"
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