This is my first attempt (I use that word a lot, it seems) at more than a one shot. It'll probably suck, it's an overused plotline, but I'm using it anyway. I can only hope that you'll give it a shot.
May 14th, 1994, Forks, Washington
The new girl in town was swinging, quite noticeably by herself, on a swing set in the local park. She had big brown eyes, brunette hair that seemed unmanageable, pale lips and skin, and looked to be about 4-years-old. She started swinging higher and higher, loving the feeling of the wind blowing in her hair. Then she landed, clumsily, on the ground in front of her, scraping her knee in the process. She looked up with tears in her eyes, searching desperately for her mother. When she spotted her, she was, as always, fighting with the little girl's father. Her mother kept saying something about a "divorce". What did that mean?, the little girl wondered.
She looked at her knee; it was bleeding and had small pieces of woodchips in it. The tears that had been threatening finally fell down her chubby, rosy cheeks. She looked to her mom again, only to discover that she still wasn't paying any attention to her. It was perfectly normal. Her parents had been fighting a lot lately so their attention was mostly on each other. But they were still good parents. The best, actually. She turned her head to her left when she heard a gasp.
"Are you okay?" asked the little boy that had made the startled noise. She blushed not only from the embarrassment of falling, but also because she thought he was cute. He had bronze hair that was attractively tousled, captivating green eyes, an elegant pale complexion, and also looked to be about 4 years of age. He knelt down next to her, examining the minor wound.
"Are you a doctor?" the young female asked, somewhat shyly. The boy shook his head.
"My dad is," he explained. "He taught me how to clean up little cuts…I can clean it for you." He looked hopeful, like he loved doing this sort of thing.
"How? You don't have any doctor stuff."
The boy looked around. "Well…there's a water fountain over there." He pointed a short distance away from where they sat. "That would clean it out some."
The girl looked at him, unsure. Her parents had told her not to talk to strangers, but he was her age and seemed nice enough. And, for some strange reason, she wanted to go with him, to be with him as long as possible before her parents noticed that she was injured. She nodded.
"Do you need help?" the boy asked, offering his hand to assist her in getting up.
"I'm okay," she replied. The boy looked slightly disappointed, but he quickly covered it up with a small smile. They both stood up and headed to the water fountain. For children's convenience, one of the two fountains was shorter than they were.
"It might sting some," the little boy warned. "You can squeeze my arm if you need to."
"I should be okay," the little girl said. "Stuff doesn't hurt me that much." The boy looked unconvinced, but nodded anyway. He started to run the water over the scrape, but stopped immediately when the girl winced.
"Are you okay?" he asked again, more worried than before. For a reason he couldn't quite understand, he didn't want to hurt her.
"I'm fine. You can keep doing it." He looked at her, concerned, but ran the water nonetheless. He didn't stop this time when she winced, mostly because she had taken his advice and squeezed his arm. He liked the feeling that accompanied her skin touching his.
"There," he said. "That's as clean as water is going to get it."
She glanced at him and gave an awkward smile. "Thanks."
He returned her smile. "You're welcome."
"Bella!" her mother called as she ran toward the young children. "Sweetheart, are you alright? I looked at the swings and you weren't there; I was so worried!"
"I'm okay, Momma. I fell and this boy helped clean me up." She nodded to the little boy.
"Well, that was very nice of you, son," the little girl's father said. "Where are your parents?"
The little boy shrugged. "I live around the corner. They let me come here by myself."
The little girl's parents looked to each other, dumbfounded at the fact that parents would let their 4-year-old child go to the park alone.
"Well, why don't we take you home and tell your parents what a hero you were today?" the mother asked. He nodded eagerly, happy to be able to spend more time with the little girl.
"Okay." They all started to walk toward the little girl's parent's car.
"I'm Edward," the little boy whispered as he walked next to the girl.
"Bella," she replied.
Bella grabbed Edward's hand as they rode in the car, butterflies filling her stomach. Little did she know that she had not only found her best friend;
She had found her soul mate.
There's my short little introduction/prelude or whatever. Shall I continue? It's pretty much up to you. I know this doesn't tell much about what the plotline will be exactly so…I guess you'll have to trust me. You can probably pretty much guess it, though. Like I said, this is my first try at something that's more than a one shot so keep in mind when you review that I'm a newbie and I really have no idea what I'm doing. But I'll pretend that I do. It's more fun that way.
Oh, and about the date, May 14th is both my and Robert Pattinson's birthday! He plays Edward in the Twilight movie(s), for those of you who don't know. I think you'd be crazy not to know that, though….Anyway, the year came because I wanted them to be 4 when they met, and to be 18 where the story starts. So they were born in 1990 and the story will take place in present day. Why 4? Because 4-year-old's are cute. Plain and simple.