Disclaimer: Not mine...

A/N: I completely hit a wall writing my other story, and this helped get my groove back. :-P Totally inspired by the Taylor Swift song & music video "You Belong With Me". I was in marching band too...but my boyfriend in high school was a football player. Anyone else in/was in marching band? :-P

Prologue

"Bella, how are we going to survive high school?"

I sighed. I wasn't sure how we were going to survive either. Edward and I weren't exactly to coolest kids in our grade. We were the same height, both gangly and scrawny, glasses, and braces. We both loved the same movies, books, comic books, and music. Both of us got straight A's and were best friends. We had been friends ever since we were babies. Edward Anthony Masen lived next door to me with his parents Edward Sr. and Elizabeth. I lived next door with my father Charlie and my twin brother Emmett. My mom Renee lived in Florida with her young new, baseball-playing husband.

Emmett wasn't really friends with Edward and I. Emmett was so big it was hard to imagine he and I were even related, let alone twins. He was super into sports. Edward was too…but he didn't have the right body build or coordination. Other than Edward, I sometimes hung out with Alice Cullen and Rosalie Hale…but puberty was being good to them and I highly doubted we'd be friends in a few years. They'd probably be hanging out with the likes of Tanya Denali. At least I'd always have Edward.

"I don't know Edward, but you and I will always have each other," I smiled.

Edward pushed his glasses back up his nose and gave me his crooked smile that I loved. "You're right Bella. We'll always have each other."

"BELLA! Let's move it!"

I groaned and looked away from the mirror. Yet another day of torture that is high school. At least this was the last year and then I wouldn't have to put up with Emmett yelling at me in the morning. As always, this was as good as it was going to get. My hair was thrown up in a ponytail, and I wore a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans. As I walked out the door, I glanced at my photo frame on the desk. My heart clenched in my chest. I would have to get rid of that picture…soon. After four years, I wasn't sure that I could really bring myself to believe that the Edward in that picture existed anymore.

Well? Please, by all means read on to Chapter 1. :-)