Rating: T, possible bad language and nondescript adult themes.

Disclaimer: I didn't get it for Christmas, so sadly, it still belongs to SM and I make no profit from this fanfic.

Esme and Renee were best friends in school and Bella and Edward grew up together. Bella's feelings for Edward are more than friendly but she worries about ruining their friendship and then there's the added problem of Tanya, Edward's new girlfriend.

You Belong With Me

Chapter 1

"You're on the phone with you girlfriend, she's upset,

She's going off about something that you said,

She doesn't get your humour like I do."

-You Belong With Me, Taylor Swift.

Bella POV

I woke, panting and sweating as I had every other morning for the past nine months. Warm desire coursed through my veins as I clenched my eyes more tightly together in an attempt to keep the image in my mind, to see the beautiful face and clear green eyes, messy bronze hair. I fought the threatening grey consciousness and tried to return to sleep and my own personal paradise. The one where he and I weren't such a ridiculous idea. Where he kissed me and held me like I'd always wished. My paradise, however, wasn't reality.

Yes, nine months ago I'd woken up after a very similar dream, a dream that told me I was in love with my best friend. My best friend who saw me as nothing more than that: a friend.

I'd known Edward pretty much since I was born. My mom and his went to school together. They had been best friends throughout High School, college, their first jobs, engagement to our fathers, pregnancies, bringing us up; so Edward and I had been constantly around each other.

They'd started us off as playmates when we were toddlers; we'd kept each other occupied so Mom and Aunt Esme (as I'd always called her) could spend time together. I'd looked after him on the first day of Kindergarten when the other boys had picked on him for having a girl as a best friend and he'd looked after me on the first day of High School when I'd been the shy, clumsy girl who'd tripped over everything in and out of her way.

Yes, I'd always been aware how perfect Edward was. It was obvious just from looking at his perfect figure and this was mirrored by his wonderful personality. I'd watched girls chasing him for years, disgust in my mind that anyone could be so pathetically and desperately in love with any boy at that age. That was all until that fateful morning nine months ago, the moment where I could no longer call any such girl pathetic.

It was perfectly ironic that the first guy I would ever fall for would be my best friend but I suppose it wasn't hard to see why he was the one. I kept perfectly silent about my feelings and only allowed them to come to fruit in my dreams because in all truth I was scared. Scared by the thought that the boy I had known for so many years would come to hate me if he found out my true feelings.

I slowly opened my eyes when my Mom tapped on my door to remind me that I had to get ready for school. I answered her call with a loud groan, realising that my Edward-time was now over. I slid out of the warm covers and into the cool Forks air. That woke me up and therefore encouraged me to rush across the hallway and into the shower.

Thirty minutes later I was sitting in my small, outdated car at the traffic lights just outside my school. The light was red as I sat waiting to pull into Forks High School. It was a boring Wednesday morning where I looked forward to the same boring lessons, the same boring teachers, assemblies and students. The only small sunray in my cloudy day was that Edward and I took all but one of the same subjects and therefore we could sit next to each other in said lessons, which meant I'd learn absolutely nothing as there was nothing more distracting to me than Edward Cullen.

I parked in the space I always took, right next to Edward's flashy silver Volvo sports car. Edward's dad, Carlisle was a few years older than Esme and came from quite a rich family, meaning that Edward always had whatever he wanted, no matter the price. They'd met in a cookery class that Esme (a fantastic cook) had insisted my Mom go to in order to stop my Dad starving. Apparently Carlisle had been there learning to cook after his wife had recently left him and he was worried that he couldn't cook any of the gourmet food he was used to. It turned out that wasn't a problem because then he met Esme and they hit it off right away, getting married just over a year later. Carlisle had a daughter with his ex-wife, Carla, who he had discovered in bed with another man when Alice was just three. I'd never met Alice and Edward saw little of her because she was in her Mom's custody but apparently she was a spoilt brat.

I was a little miffed to see that Edward wasn't waiting for me, leaning on the bonnet of his car as he usually did and I wondered where my best friend could have disappeared to. I glanced at my car's clock and realised that I was quite late to school and there was only ten minutes until the bell, just enough time for me to get to my locker and then my first period. I grabbed my bag and locked the car before heading in the direction of my locker.

I arrived at my first class, Music, with only minutes to spare and hurried to my seat, out of breath. Edward turned to face me and time seemed to become insignificant when I looked at his perfectly sculptured face.

"Morning, Bella," he said, giving me his crooked smile as I placed my file on the table.

"Hi, loser," I teased as I opened the file to the last worksheet we had covered.

"Loser?" he questioned, looking at me with probing eyes.

I answered him with a cheeky grin and willed my heart not to stop as his eyes remained firmly transfixed on my face. "You weren't waiting for me in the car park this morning," I told him firmly.

"Observant," he replied, the twinkle in his green eyes assuring me that he was joking.

"Why?" I asked and then inwardly flinched, wondering if I sounded like a self-absorbed girl pouting at her boyfriend for forgetting some insignificant detail about her.

"You were late, Bells, so I would have been late for lessons if I'd waited for you, you don't want me to miss a minute of my music education, do you?" he enquired, all with a straight face, though I knew he was keeping up the playful banter.

"You probably know it all anyway," I said under my breath, but just loudly enough to be sure that he had heard.

He raised an eyebrow but didn't bother to deny my comment and then before bent his gorgeous bronze head to whisper in my ear. "I was working on something for the summer concert," he said, his warm breath tickling the soft-skinned shell. By 'working on something' Edward meant that he had been composing something.

"Oh," I responded, immediately intrigued.

The summer concert was the biggest musical event in the school calendar. Every year the students in senior year were invited to perform in the concert and scouts from the local music college in Seattle would come to pick out students for their college the following year, usually offering scholarships to the best. Edward was fantastic at music and wanted to become a composer in the future. He played several instruments; piano, clarinet, saxophone, organ, guitar and percussion, as well as being an exceptionally good singer. He hoped to study composition and piano in college. I, on the other hand, was awful at music. I could sing reasonably well but I found any of the more academic based tasks very difficult and while I loved the lessons I more often than not found them infuriating. I'd only agreed to take the subject because Edward had begged me to and I couldn't say no to anything he suggested.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked curiously, leaning a little closer to him and getting an overpowering whiff of his delectable scent.

Edward shook his head. "I can't do that, now can I?" he chuckled and winked at me.

I glared at him. "Why ever not?!" I exclaimed.

"Because it's a surprise," he answered just as Mr Kershaw strode into the classroom. Mr Kershaw, the school's music teacher, was somewhat bizarre and totally useless. He was one of those academic types of people who just didn't live in the real world. He was brilliant in his area, having played bassoon in the Metropolitan Opera Company in New York for twenty-five years before coming to teach in Forks High School. We only knew this because he constantly talked about it. The only pupil he really got on with was Edward because he had "real talent" and the "opportunity to go far".

Mr Kershaw started by playing us one of Bach's Brandenburg Concertos and gave us a pile of questions to answer on it. I didn't know the answers to many of the questions but I knew that Mr Kershaw wouldn't notice and so I turned to Edward, who had completed most of the questions already, and continued our previous conversation. "Won't you tell me anything about it?" He shook his head and wrote down another answer in his tidy handwriting. "Anything at all?"

"Bella…" he started.

"Just tell me the instrumentation or something," I said, always craving knowledge about Edward.

"It's for piano and flute," he finally gave in, "though I might change the flute to a violin at a later date."

"That sounds lovely," I nodded. I noticed behind us that the school's bitches were beginning to notice our conversation. Tanya and Lauren, who both adored Edward, were leaning forward to eavesdrop on our conversation. I tried to ignore them, knowing they were just jealous of our friendship.

"Um, I suppose I could let you listen to what I've got later," he offered.

"Yes, please," I grinned, knowing that he could have suggested driving off a cliff and I'd agree to it.

"I've only got about thirty bars though," he said, his tone apologetic. I don't know why Edward acted so modestly, he was one of the few boys that could get away with being cocky because he was just that good. But I did love the fact that he didn't let his brilliance get to his head.

"I'm sure what you've got is fantastic, Edward," I said truthfully.

He flashed me another smile but didn't reply as the music had finished and Mr Kershaw was talking again, asking about the questions we had been given. As I listened to our teacher, I watched Edward out of the corner of my eye and didn't really take in any of the lecture. He was scribbling notes on a sheet of paper, obviously about the piece he was writing. I noticed that even though he was writing quickly and making rough notes to his self that his writing was still beautifully coiled across the page like calligraphy. The skin of his arm was beautifully tanned and contrasted completely with the paleness of my own arm.

"Miss Swan, what instrument was playing the tune in bar thirty-four?" Mr Kershaw asked me suddenly, drawing me from my character study of the gorgeous boy next to me.

"Umm…" I hesitated, looking at my sheet which was blank due to the conversation I'd been having with Edward at the time. Suddenly I found a fully filled out sheet slipped over the top of my empty one. I quickly scanned the page for the answer. "The viola," I answered, certain that Edward's answer would be correct and I let myself relax.

"Correct," the teacher said, allowing me to remove my focus from the lesson once again.

"Thanks," I breathed to Edward.

"No problem, what are friends for?" he said kindly.

It wasn't until after he had turned around again that I allowed the anger and pain to emerge onto my face. It was always the same; he wanted friendship and I wanted more. Sometimes I thought I was going to go mad but I knew that a world with Edward as my friend was better than a world with no Edward at all.


Most parents would be worried if their teenage daughter spent all their time with a guy and didn't even have any close female friends but not mine. They didn't have any problem with me hanging around with Edward all the time. I suppose it was just the close-knit nature of our two families.

After school, Edward and I had both driven to my house so we could hang out. I parked next to Charlie's police cruiser on the drive while Edward parked his Volvo out on the street. We got out and lock our cars at exactly the same time. I watched Edward, slightly jealous at the clever way his lights flashed when he pressed the lock button on his key. We walked up the sandstone paved drive together, laughing about a joke that had been made at lunch time.

I opened the door and saw that my Mom was sitting on the couch and chatting on the phone. When she looked up and realised we had just come in, she said goodbye and hung up the phone.

"Hi, Mom," I said, reaching over to hug her.

"Hello, sweetheart," she replied, taking a deep sip of the coffee that was sitting on the table in front of her. "Good day?"

I nodded, going through the post that Mom had left on the sideboard. Nothing. It was infuriating waiting for universities to reply back to you and I really wanted to go to the one that I was waiting for a reply from. I wanted to study English Literature next year with ambitions to become a poet but I wasn't very hopeful, I didn't think my grades were anything special.

"Hi, Edward," my Mom said, turning her attention to her best friend's son. "How're you?"

"I'm fine, thanks, Aunt Renee," Edward smiled, moving to sit next to her sofa.

"I'm going upstairs to change," I told them both and walked up the stairs. I quickly changed into a hoodie and pair of old sweats, more comfortable than the clothes I was forced to wear to school due to their dress code. I took a quick look in the mirror and noticed that my hair was awful, so slung it back into a messy ponytail. I then rushed back down the stairs to find Edward.

As I looked into the lounge to see Edward and my Mom chatting, I briefly thought how lucky I was that they got along so easily. But then I had to remind myself that he wasn't my boyfriend coming home to meet my parents for the first time but the boy that was almost like her own son. I sighed softly, wishing it was the other way round before striding into the lounge.

Mom smiled at me and gestured for Edward and I to leave. "Go on you two, don't let me cramp your style," she joked.

"Mom," I objected, bending to kiss her on the cheek before leading Edward upstairs.

Edward was perfectly at home in my room. He lay down on my bed and turned my laptop on, before patting the bed next to him to encourage me to join him. I grinned and closed the door behind me and sat next to him. Edward chose one of my playlists to listen to while we brought out homework. We decided to study together for the biology test we had tomorrow. However we soon found ourselves belting the songs at the top of our voices until Mom knocked on the door and passed us a takeaway pizza.

We lay side by side on our fronts, carefully chewing in silence with the background music as the only noise. I watched Edward carefully. His hands tapped along to the beat and occasionally he'd play piano parts from songs to himself in midair. I lay my chin in my palm as occasionally his foot, which kept a constant beat, touched my heel accidently. I tried not to show that I took any notice but I could feel the blush rising on my cheeks every time our bodies came into contact.

Eventually I couldn't help but find the situation hilarious, watching Edward play imaginary instruments and look like he had no idea that there was anything outside his world. The expression on his face was priceless and I couldn't help but let out a small giggle. Edward turned to me and looked at me for a long minute. I could feel myself turning an even darker red, crimson infact, as the blood stained my cheeks.

"What?" Edward asked.

"Nothing," I replied, by now in full peals of laughter.

"Bella Swan, I shall give you something to laugh about if you don't tell me!" he exclaimed, looking rather annoyed which only made me laugh more.

He swiftly bent over my body and began tickling my waist, where I was incredibly sensitive. I let out a scream, followed by more laughter. I tried in vain to push him away and then to tickle him back, but neither worked. He was so much stronger than me and I could feel his muscles flexing due to the close proximity of our bodies.

Finally I knew that I was going to have to get out of this situation otherwise I would probably jump him or burst into flames due to the desire burning inside me. I quickly rolled out from underneath him and landed on the floor, making a loud enough bang to convince him I'd been hurt. I topped this off by lying almost still on the floor.

I heard the bed creak and knew that he had leant over the bed to look at me. "Bella?" he asked cautiously.

I didn't answer him and remained still.

"Are you okay?" he questioned and I heard him move off the bed.

"Bella?" he asked again, sounding more concerned now.

I waited until he was crouched over me before I attacked him with my own tickling. He jumped back up onto the bed, where I moved to sit back beside him.

"Hey, that wasn't nice," he commented, "you worried me."

"Neither was the tickling nice," I responded, almost on autopilot as I considered what it would be like to have him really concerned. As my boyfriend.

He shrugged and I noticed him catch the time out of the corner of his eye. "Sorry, I need to get home," he told me.

I nodded. "Okay," I said, walking him downstairs again and towards the front door.

He gave me a hug. "See you tomorrow," he breathed into my neck.

"Goodnight, Edward," I called as he walked back to his car.

As soon as he turned the corner, I ran my hand over the back of my neck which was feeling strangely warm. I said goodnight to my parents and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth while looking in the mirror. I was pretty but definitely not Edward Cullen material, I thought sadly as I brushed out a few kinks in my hair.

I noticed it was nearly eleven, so I packed my things ready for school the next day and turned the light off. I went to sleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow and as usual, the next eight hours of my life were filled completely with my fantasies of a particular green-eyed boy.

Hi guys, I know this plot may seem a little cliche but I have big ideas that have been worked out for this with my mate. Thank you so much, Cath, for all your help, for sending me those fantastic stories that helped me to get the inspiration to write. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Please, please, please send me a review, it would be so helpful and would be really helpful to keep me inspired... though exams are coming soon.

With love JLF xoxo