A/N: NEW STORY TIME! XD So, this is an AH, OOC story. It's about Bella and Edward, of course, and them meeting again a college after a terrible past. (:

I thought escaping to Jacksonville would be good for me. It was, but I wasn't happy. Okay, I was happy, but not fully happy. I would never be completely happy until I had him back, telling me that he was sorry for everything he screwed up in my life.

That shouldn't be my wish. He hurt me too much, making me broken.

Two years ago I fell in love with the most amazing boy I've ever met, Edward. He captured my heart, filled my ears with sweet lies that I believed, and he tore me to pieces.

At first he seemed like an angel – all sweet and innocent. I was entranced by how devoted he was on becoming a doctor so he could work beside his father. I wanted to be that devoted to something, but what I was devoted to was the wrong thing. I was devoted to him.

We went out on our first date, danced the night away, and then had our first kiss on my doorstep in the rain. It was my dream date; I wouldn't have it any other way. We would text every day after that and soon we would talk on the phone all through the night until one of us fell asleep on the other. At school we started to show that we were a couple, holding hands and me receiving kisses on the cheek before each class started. After school we would either go to his house or mine and just hang out with each other. We were perfectly content with how our relationship was.

A few months pass and we were still content on how things were between us. I was now friends with his friends. They accepted me with open arms, even when I was so shy. They were like my second family. Emmett McCarthy was my older brother, Alice Brandon was the sister I've always wanted, Jasper Whitlock was somehow the father figure out of all of us, and Rosalie Hale was the evil step-mother that we all loved. We all would go to parties together, steal things from the mall -- one time! I swear! -- and the coffee shop, and we watched each other's back. Just like a family should.

Then, the day I will never forget happened. Edward was driving me home with a sad look on his face. His green eyes didn't even look at me the whole entire drive. To say the least, it scared me. He never acted like this, even if there was something bothering him. When we pulled up in front of my house he turned to face me, letting me see how sorry he was by the look in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, preparing for the worst.

I saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed the lump that was caught in his throat. I searched his face, hoping that there was some sign on what caused him to look like this. I found nothing.

"Bella, you… you and I can't be together anymore." Edward said in an uncertain voice. "It's for the best right now. It's not you, it's me."

Did he seriously just give me the whole 'It's not you, it's me' ordeal? That's the worst reason ever! He can't possibly think that I believe that lie, right?

I shook my head and blinked at my teary-eyes fiercely. "You've got to be joking, Edward. What went wrong? What did I do? Please tell me so I can fix my mistake!"

I saw his palms in front of me before he placed them on my shoulders and shook me a little so I was back into reality, facing the situation in front me.

"It wasn't you, Isabella. It was me. I shouldn't have gotten involved with you in the first place. It was selfish of me." He replied.

I shoved off his hands and cringed away from him. I placed my hand on the door handle and pulled it so the door opened. I felt the raindrops on my arm, cooling the already cold skin. I felt too cold to feel the actual temperature.

I felt like my heart had just been torn out of my chest. By Edward's own hands.

"Bella," he said while grabbing onto my free hand, "we can still be friends."

I glared at him, shooting daggers of pure hatred in the glare. Can he not just leave it alone? How can I be friends with the person who broke my heart?

"No," I replied through clenched teeth before getting out of the car and into the freezing rain. I slammed the car door shut before I walked up to the porch. I waited for the sound of his car to drive past before falling to my knees and letting the tears fall from my eyes.

I don't remember how long I stayed there, but I knew it was longer than I should have. Charlie came home and had to drag my dead body inside so I didn't freeze to death, which I was already. He begged and begged to get the information on what happened to me, but I never gave it to him. I just couldn't find the strength in myself to tell him.

School was different after the break up. I stayed as far away as possible from Edward and his friends, making me lose contact with Alice for awhile. Even when I talked to her I was being quieter than normal. I just wasn't myself after the whole break up.

How could I have been when that one I loved took out my heart, leaving an empty space? There was too much ground to heal, but not enough time.

After a month had passed, I decided that I couldn't take anymore of it. I told Charlie I wanted to go live with Renee in Florida, and he let me. I packed my things and after two days of telling Charlie, I was on a plane for Jacksonville.

To say the least, I was running away from the problem. I was running away from Edward, the life that he helped form from living in Forks, and the love that I lost.

Moving in with Renee was supposed to help me regain my composure and help me get over Edward. It did, but I just couldn't fully get over him. He had left a big impact on my life, and you can't just erase them. It takes time to fully heal over the impact.

It's been two years now, I'm still living with Renee and Phil, but I've made up my mind and I'm moving back in with Charlie. My main reason was because I wanted to attend school at the college in Seattle, and Charlie was the closest person who lived by it, so I'm going back to Forks.

This may be a good decision, it may not be. But, I've made my mind and I was set on going back to the place where I found my first love, lost it, and was broken hearted.


"Bella, are you sure you're going to be fine?" Renee asked for the billionth time this morning. "You don't have to go back, sweetheart. You can always attend college here in Jacksonville!"

I sighed and placed my luggage by the door. "Mom, it'll be all right. I want to go."

"But, what about that boy you told me about? Aren't you worried about running into him again?" she asked, more like begged. I knew she was just trying to protect me, but she was taking it too far this time.

"He's gone," I said through clenched teeth. "That's the end of this."

Yes, I sounded more like the mother in this situation, but that's how it would always go. In times like this, I would always be the more mature one. It's how me and my mother have always been.

I stomped up the stairs to grab the last of my luggage, knowing that she wouldn't follow me. I had ended the discussion about my move. I had won this battle with her. I walked back down the stairs and down to the car. I handed Phil the rest of my things before getting into the backseat and waited for them to hurry up.

The goodbyes at the airport were hard, but I finally managed to get released from my mother's arms. Renee kissed me on the forehead once more before I walked down the hallway and boarded my flight. Even when she would get on my nerves I would still miss her like crazy.

Charlie picked me up from the airport in Port Angeles. The drive home was quiet, but that's how things were between us. The less conversation we made, the better off we were. We were both the silent type.

"How's Renee doing?" Charlie finally asked after a good half hour of silence.

I shrugged my shoulders. "She's doing good. Her and Phil finally bought the house they were renting."

"That's good," he replied with a sigh. And, that was the end of it. There were no more words spoken on the drive home.

Charlie helped me bring in my luggage once we were at the small house that I used to call home before the break up. My room was the same as I had left it; the only thing missing was the old computer. Charlie had replaced it while a Mac so I could do my school work without the computer crashing.

"I packed up most of the things you left here for you," Charlie said while placing things in my closet. "I also bought you a new cell phone. Renee told me how you cancelled the one you had down there so you could switch your networks. I just thought of it as a Welcome Home Gift."

I smiled. "You didn't have to do that for me, Dad. I could have gotten my own."

He shrugged. "Save your money, Bells. You're going to need it."

He handed me the box and I opened it. The phone didn't look cheap, but it also was simple. Charlie had already activated it for me, which I was thankful for. I had no idea on how to do it.

"Thanks, Dad." I said with a smile. I flipped through the contacts that were already on there and noticed something.

"I already programmed everything for you, so you don't have to worry about any of it." Charlie replied with a stretch.

"Um, why is Dr. Cullen's number in my contact list?" I asked. There was a silence between us while we stared at each other.

Charlie took in a deep breath. "In case you need to call him."

"You're keeping something from me," I stated, clearly realizing what was going on.

The Cullens were back. I was going to see him again even if I didn't want to. I was going to run into Edward. Oh, God… I can't… I can't do this…

"Bella, I should have told you this a long time ago." Charlie began. "The Cullens moved away, but they moved back after a year. Carlisle liked working at the hospital, and Esme wanted to live back in a small town. Carlisle even said that Edward had missed Forks, so they came back."

I sighed and sat down on my bed. This cannot be true. Edward swore to me that he hated this place. I can understand why; there were memories of us here. He probably doesn't want to remember those things. They don't matter to him anymore.

Charlie left without another word. My head fell into my hands as the tears began to fall down my cheeks. Why am I crying?! I'm over him! Completely done with that heartbreaker!

Then, why do I feel this sting in my heart whenever I think or hear his name?

This can't be love. Teenagers shouldn't be in love. We're too young!

But, what if it is? How do I know?

"Bella, you are not in love with Edward Cullen." I growled at myself. "Get a grip. You're fine. You're going to be gone in two days. Nothing to worry about!"

I hope.

A/N: Not too long. The next chapter is where things really start to pick up. I love reading reviews, so lets start off the reviews wonderfully, okay? :'D