OK... so over the week I got the inspiration to try my first story since I love reading them!

(Oh and I got the title from the lovely song "Wrapped In Your Arms" by Fireflight... if you haven't heard it you really should give it a listen because its beautiful!)

All I have so far is this chapter. I was just going to wait and at least get chapter 2 together before I posted this one but I couldn't help myself! I figured I'd see what yall think first... I do have an idea of where the story is going to go so it's not like I'm COMPLETELY lost lol, but I'm not too sure when the next chapter will be up because I'm kinda busy right now. BUT I am going to try my hardest to get it together and up soon!

So, I hope you enjoy what I have so far =).....

(And to be on the safe side I guess I'll mention the fact that Alice, Bella, and basically all the characters(except a few maybe) belong to Stephanie Meyer.... if I DID own them, Alice and Bella would've ended up in a very different way in the books;))

Sooo yea I'm going to shut up now and let you read... here it is!....

We've been friends since we were 6 years old. It's funny how I remember the day we met so clearly.....

*FLASHBACK*

It was a steamy Summer day(Which was very odd seeing how most Summer days in Forks, Washington are pretty comfortable). The sun was beaming down over the playground. It's hot rays making the metal slides harsh to the touch. So you can bet that the slides went unused that day. Most of the kids were spending their time waiting in line for the swings. Not patiently I might add. Some would get bored just standing and end up running off with their buddies to play tag. But always glancing back at the swings to see if one would happen to be open. Not me though. I sat in the sandbox alone watching the others have fun while sticking my little hands deep into the golden sand and flexing my fingers loving how cool it felt. I looked up at the swing-set to see two blonde girls. One was pushing with a big smile on her face while the other was gripping the chains and kicking her feet back and forth in the air. Laughter getting louder each time she went higher. I couldn't help but smile a little at the sight. Deep down though I was jealous of the two friends. I've never had someone to push me. Never had someone to play with period. I don't know why I was an outcast at the age of 6 but yet her I am, sitting alone. Just me, sand, and a plastic shovel. I looked over my shoulder at my mother, Renee, who was sitting with another mom. I couldn't hear what they were saying over the feet of running children and laughter, but judging by the frantic waving of hands and wide smiles, I could tell the conversation must be a good one. That means we wouldn't be leaving soon. You think my mother would notice that every time we come here she ends up having a better time than me. I look away from them and continue to play with the sand. Hoping that soon it will be time to go...

"Hi...", I hear a soft, shy voice say. I look up through the long, dark brown strands of lose hair that escaped from my pony-tail to see .... a girl.

She's shorter than me and most of the kids here. She has dark hair with a style that would probably make any other girl our age look like a boy. But on her she looked like an adorable pixie. Her big, golden eyes were looking directly at me, but I still look over my shoulder to see if she was talking to someone else. Why would SHE talk to ME? No one ever does! That's why I'm sitting in the sandbox alone.... so she MUST be talking to me...

I blushed at how I was acting and the fact that she approached me and quietly said, "Hi..."

"Why are you playing by yourself?", She asks with a questioning look.

I blush more. Maybe since it's so hot she wont notice and think it's just from the sun, "I don't know. I always do.".

She gives a shy smile and rocks back and forth on her heels at the edge of the sandbox. Kinda like she's waiting for an invitation in. "Can.... can I play with you?". Huh, I guess she was waiting for an invite. I can't help but smile. Someone actually wants to play with me. I smile and nod my head, giving her the okay to step in. She smiles too and steps over the little ledge and walks over and sits down in front of me with her legs tucked underneath her. She places her hands into her lap after making sure her dress is tucked in and continues to smile at me. I just keep smiling back. I look down at what I'm wearing. A plain red tshirt, dirt stained shorts, and untied converses. Then I look back up at her. The dress she's wearing is a green Summer dress that is lovely against her pale skin and her little black dress shoes are complete with bows on the side. She's like a living porcelain, Tinkerbell doll. And without even thinking I ask....

"You remind me of Tinkerbell.... are you Tinkerbell?", I instantly turn two shades of red that I know can not be blamed on the sun this time. But instead of looking at me like I'm some kind of freak, she just giggles and says....

"No, I'm not Tinkerbell. I'm Alice!.. what's your name?" ..... so her name is Alice. That's a nice name. She looks like an Alice.......and Tinkerbell.

"Bella..."

"Bella." She says testing out the name. I give her a nod not knowing how else to respond. Then she jumps back in with questions...

"How old are you?" She asks.

"Six."

"Me too!" she says and her smile gets brighter. I laugh a little at her reaction and tuck the hair thats in my eyes behind my ears.

"Is that your mommy?", she points behind me and I look over my shoulder again. She's pointing at Renee who is still having an entertaining conversation with the other woman.

"Yea..."

"Your mommy is talking to my mommy." She says while waving happily over at her mom. Her mom waves back and my mom does the same to me. I just give her a smile and a wave that isn't as enthusiastic as Alice's. But it'll do.

"Do you wanna make a sand castle?" She asks cheerfully. I answer back with a yes and we start digging into the sand.

It's funny how when you're young you can become best friends with someone and all you basically know about each other are your names and age. It's like nothing else matters as long as you're having fun with that other person. That's how it was with me and Alice as we sat in the sand talking about random thing while we made our castle. Of course she asked most of the questions but I didn't mind at all. I answered everything she asked and listened to her answers too. I wanted to know everything there is to know about Alice. Because I finally found a friend.... my best friend...

No longer will I sit alone in the sandbox wishing that I could leave soon....

No longer will I play alone....

And now I finally have someone to push me on the swing...

*END OF FLASHBACK*

-12 Years Later. Present time-

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But I could lose all that if that plane takes off before I can stop her.... before I can tell her how I really feel.... that I'm in love with her.

Yes. My name is Bella Swan and I am in love with my best friend, my partner in crime, my other half, my everything.... Alice Cullen.

I've known this for years. It's not like I recently woke up one morning and went, "Huh... I think Alice is the one." Nope. Ever since that day at the playground me and Alice were joined at the hip. People around Forks pretty much knew us as "Bella and Alice" never just "Bella" or "Alice" because where ever one of us were, odds are the other is pretty damn close by. Alice was always the more popular one in school. The one every guy, and hell, most girls wanted to be with. You think someone like that would have a pretty large ego, huh? Well, you're dead wrong. Alice was kind, loving, she put everyone before herself and was always there for anyone who needed her. You couldn't help but want to be around this girl. It's like she has some sort of energy around her that just pulls everyone in and refuses to let go. How can you not fall in love with someone like that? And I'm just... Bella. The girl with the beautiful best friend. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bad to look at either. And I'm more outgoing(thanks to Alice. She really brought me out of my shell over the years) so it's not like I'm a total loser, but it just doesn't make since how someone as amazing as Alice will have anything to do with me... well, they do say sandbox love never dies....

And I'm about to put that to the test... Because I'm pulling into the airport now....

After almost hitting an elderly woman while trying to whip into a parking spot with the rust bucket I call a truck, I turn of the roaring engine, jerk the key out of the ignition, and jump out not even worrying about shutting the door. I've done this many times and I still have it,"I'll pay someone to take that piece of shit off my hands."

I sprint to the sliding glass doors of the airport as fast as my legs will go while ignoring the curses coming from the grandma who almost became my new hood ornament. I do not approve running through airport parking lots. It's like suicide. I've almost been hit by two taxis and I tripped over someones luggage as they were pulling it out of their trunk. If this had been any other time I would've said sorry and helped pick their belongings up... and of course apologize to granny. But there's no time for that...

As I get closer and closer to my destination, I glance down at my watch "Cool, I still have at least 15 minutes left." I pick up my pace anyway. I just have to get to her.

I finally barge through the doors of the airport feeling like a track star... now I just need my prize... I take a few seconds to get my breathing under control while I run my fingers through my hair, looking for her...

There's so many people. I didn't even think there could be this many people in Forks without setting off some sort of alarm. Now I'm getting nervous. What if I can't find her? No. I can't think like that. I will find her. I pick a direction and start walking. She has to be somewhere.... I mean REALLY, is everyone in this freakin' airport today!? I see an empty bench so I stand on it to get a better view over the sea of people. I get some weird looks but I really don't give a shit right now. I scan the area looking for any sign of her.."THERE!", A petite woman with short, dark hair. I jump from my bench and elbow my way through the crowd to get to her.

But as I get closer she turns to the side... and it's not my pixie. I stop right in my tracks, smile fading. I look down at my feet and close my eyes. Not wanting the tears to spill. "Maybe this is a sign... maybe I should just go home." but before I could make up my mind, something in the pit of my gut told me to open my eyes and look up. So I did as I was told. You never go against your gut...

And that's when my eyes got wide and I forgot how to breathe. There, not to far away from me was an 18 year old petite girl with curves to die for and the face of an angel. Her jet black hair contrasting so nicely with her pale skin. Her intense eyes that I have lost myself in countless times over the years were looking to the floor in deep thought...

It was my Tinkerbell..... my...

"Alice..."

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So there's the first chapter! Tell me what ya think!